5 senses poem challenge
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the comforting ocean lay before her lifting her despair
cello playing floated through the air
the scent of coumarins from freshly cut grass somewhere
mingled with the taste of honey in her mouth
as she sat on a large rock dangling her feet
sight: desert
sound: wind
scent: camel dung
taste: sour
touch: sand
cello playing floated through the air
the scent of coumarins from freshly cut grass somewhere
mingled with the taste of honey in her mouth
as she sat on a large rock dangling her feet
sight: desert
sound: wind
scent: camel dung
taste: sour
touch: sand
Sand scorches her toes, wind blasts in her ears
Through endless desert she goes
The end's coming near
But what's that, sour taste in the air?
The smell of animal waste, is it somewhere near?
Is it a mirage, a mere hallucination
No, he's really here
Her salvation
A beautiful camel
Like a yellow desert carnation
Sight: trees
Sound: birdsong
Scent: perfume
Taste: tears
Touch: bark
Through endless desert she goes
The end's coming near
But what's that, sour taste in the air?
The smell of animal waste, is it somewhere near?
Is it a mirage, a mere hallucination
No, he's really here
Her salvation
A beautiful camel
Like a yellow desert carnation
Sight: trees
Sound: birdsong
Scent: perfume
Taste: tears
Touch: bark
Tranquility
Soughing wind passing through the trees
like caresses of loving gentle fingers
on cheeks and hair of a beloved
freshly invigorating
Music of the wild in cacophony of sounds
birdsong lending tunes on nature's orchestra
crescendos of sound lending its might
to the beauty of nature, Gaia given
the scents of fresh cinnamon permeate the air
Perfume in its most basic existence
tender with a hint of wanton wildness
the potpourri that's yet to die
walking through nature's kingdom
dusts enter my eyes
tears made tracks on dirty cheeks
salt on my lips
the rough bark of the tree
pressed on my back
as I sat leaning on its trunk
and admired God's great creation.
Sight: mountains
Sound: thunder
Scent: lilac
Taste: sweet
Touch: satin
Anonymous
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PASSING BY
The sky stretches out endlessly
beyond the dusty orange hues
of a weary sun refusing to sleep
reluctant to fade into the looming clouds
and to rest behind majestic mountains
even as the slow tapping of rain
begins dripping upon the tattered tin roof
of the abandoned roadside fireworks booth
The fumes of diesel fuel fill the air
as the occasional truck passes by
I keep putting my thumb out a little too late
rubbing my rough sandpaper chin as I grin
and sip on my gin and gaze at the sky
alcohol burning pleasantly in my throat
I smile at the sunset preparing to die
as I wave a weak hand at a car passing by
and at another dear day passing by
SIGHT- mirror
SOUND- chime
SCENT- cinnamon
TOUCH- silken
TASTE- vinegar
The sky stretches out endlessly
beyond the dusty orange hues
of a weary sun refusing to sleep
reluctant to fade into the looming clouds
and to rest behind majestic mountains
even as the slow tapping of rain
begins dripping upon the tattered tin roof
of the abandoned roadside fireworks booth
The fumes of diesel fuel fill the air
as the occasional truck passes by
I keep putting my thumb out a little too late
rubbing my rough sandpaper chin as I grin
and sip on my gin and gaze at the sky
alcohol burning pleasantly in my throat
I smile at the sunset preparing to die
as I wave a weak hand at a car passing by
and at another dear day passing by
SIGHT- mirror
SOUND- chime
SCENT- cinnamon
TOUCH- silken
TASTE- vinegar
Anonymous
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Sight-glasses
sound-distant traffic
scent- something cooking
taste- excitement
touch- skin
5 cents won't buy you squat
bottle cap glasses lost
amid distant traffic,
the crunch crunch
as glass crackles and
tinkles as a cacophony
of car horns and cursing
is heard, (cover m' ears),
n' I smell something cooking
at the greasy spoon joint
'cross the street
so I run like hell,
so excited am I,
tasting it on my upper lip,
with the thought of
burgers & fries,
giving me goose bumps
on my skin--
LAWD have mercy!
Sight- gorilla
Sound - ducks quaking
Scent- an old jogging sneaker
Taste - chitlins
Touch - Paul McCartney's hair (on his head lol of course *tsk* honestly *eyeroll*)
sound-distant traffic
scent- something cooking
taste- excitement
touch- skin
5 cents won't buy you squat
bottle cap glasses lost
amid distant traffic,
the crunch crunch
as glass crackles and
tinkles as a cacophony
of car horns and cursing
is heard, (cover m' ears),
n' I smell something cooking
at the greasy spoon joint
'cross the street
so I run like hell,
so excited am I,
tasting it on my upper lip,
with the thought of
burgers & fries,
giving me goose bumps
on my skin--
LAWD have mercy!
Sight- gorilla
Sound - ducks quaking
Scent- an old jogging sneaker
Taste - chitlins
Touch - Paul McCartney's hair (on his head lol of course *tsk* honestly *eyeroll*)
Memories
The mist rolls in covering her English village
Ducks quaking, heard but not seen
Memories of her time with Dian Fossey
studying gorillas in her teens
The most exciting her life gets now
is eating chitlins, a reminder of her heritage
She doesn't know why they smell
like an old jogging sneaker
She'll need to talk to her housekeeper
She touches the lock of Paul McCartney's hair
that she cut from his head as he slept beside her
A memento of their passionate affair
Sight: Uluru
Sound: Crows cawing
Scent: Dead animal
Touch: Snake
Taste: Emu
seekingkate said:
Memories
The mist rolls in covering her English village
Ducks quaking, heard but not seen
Memories of her time with Dian Fossey
studying gorillas in her teens
The most exciting her life gets now
is eating chitlins, a reminder of her heritage
She doesn't know why they smell
like an old jogging sneaker
She'll need to talk to her housekeeper
She touches the lock of Paul McCartney's hair
that she cut from his head as he slept beside her
A memento of their passionate affair
Sight: Uluru
Sound: Crows cawing
Scent: Dead animal
Touch: Snake
Taste: Emu
Well played, Kate!
Memories
The mist rolls in covering her English village
Ducks quaking, heard but not seen
Memories of her time with Dian Fossey
studying gorillas in her teens
The most exciting her life gets now
is eating chitlins, a reminder of her heritage
She doesn't know why they smell
like an old jogging sneaker
She'll need to talk to her housekeeper
She touches the lock of Paul McCartney's hair
that she cut from his head as he slept beside her
A memento of their passionate affair
Sight: Uluru
Sound: Crows cawing
Scent: Dead animal
Touch: Snake
Taste: Emu
Well played, Kate!
Anonymous
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Liked your poem todski28... 
Fun Games
The hewn timber scent is to be expected
As I exited my car
To walk a short distance to the lumber yard
I could have driven all the way but
I like to linger at the stream
As the taste of her water touches my tongue
As I contemplate my life for just a few moments
A scream permeates the air around me
I run as fast as I can towards the mill
Unable to brake as I enter the building
I skid on the sawdust lying there
Sweat pouring from me
To find the owner enjoying some slap and tickle
With a stranger
sight: angel
scent: burning
sound: crackling
taste: blood
touch: fibres
Fun Games
The hewn timber scent is to be expected
As I exited my car
To walk a short distance to the lumber yard
I could have driven all the way but
I like to linger at the stream
As the taste of her water touches my tongue
As I contemplate my life for just a few moments
A scream permeates the air around me
I run as fast as I can towards the mill
Unable to brake as I enter the building
I skid on the sawdust lying there
Sweat pouring from me
To find the owner enjoying some slap and tickle
With a stranger
sight: angel
scent: burning
sound: crackling
taste: blood
touch: fibres
Midnight snack
While feeling through the fibres
the soft wooly fibres
most likely homemade with a touch of ichyness
looking for anything of value
including money
all that was worth anything was Ned's clothes
Ah the scent of burning flesh
against the grill
under the moonlight
savoring the 10 juicy
fingers
Hear the fingers crackle and sizzle
like bacon
along with some brown sugar
what a lovely evening
at the lovely time that is midnight
until my dear angel appears
young Rita
still in her pj's
with a glass of water in her one hand
"daddy what are you cooking" she asked
"bacon fingers dear" I said
"bacon fingers?" she said surpised
with an expression of horror
"try some" I explained "they are a delicious midnight snack"
as she and I bit through the blood
"what is this red stuff daddy" she asked
"Oh that...it is just the bacon. If it is cooked well you should always taste the red stuff
and feel its crunchiness"
She had a bite of poor Ned,
drank her glass of water,
gave the cup to me
and went to bed with
Ned's finger
sight: hallucinations
scent: gunpowder
sound: sirens
taste: ice cream
touch:maggots
While feeling through the fibres
the soft wooly fibres
most likely homemade with a touch of ichyness
looking for anything of value
including money
all that was worth anything was Ned's clothes
Ah the scent of burning flesh
against the grill
under the moonlight
savoring the 10 juicy
fingers
Hear the fingers crackle and sizzle
like bacon
along with some brown sugar
what a lovely evening
at the lovely time that is midnight
until my dear angel appears
young Rita
still in her pj's
with a glass of water in her one hand
"daddy what are you cooking" she asked
"bacon fingers dear" I said
"bacon fingers?" she said surpised
with an expression of horror
"try some" I explained "they are a delicious midnight snack"
as she and I bit through the blood
"what is this red stuff daddy" she asked
"Oh that...it is just the bacon. If it is cooked well you should always taste the red stuff
and feel its crunchiness"
She had a bite of poor Ned,
drank her glass of water,
gave the cup to me
and went to bed with
Ned's finger
sight: hallucinations
scent: gunpowder
sound: sirens
taste: ice cream
touch:maggots
The psych had told him he had delusional disorder
He questioned 'schizophrenia?'
Was told 'No' as there were no hallucinations
He heard sirens in the distance as he walked slouched, hunched over
He wasn't truthful
He didn't mention the last time
Yesterday
When he smelt gunpowder
Felt the taste of icecream in his mouth
And saw maggots dropping onto his chest as he gagged
sight: lake
sound: plane
smell: gas
taste: curry
touch: skin
