The 5 Senses Poem Challenge

[I_AM_ONE_OF_YOU]

Sight: Sun
Sound: Harp music
Taste: Butter
Touch: Water
Scent: Apples


I still remember that day
the sun ate up your butter
pecan skin

Your hair was all American
as wafted as apple pie blown
on the wind

While Sugar Blue played like
cool water, you dropped
you bikini top and bottoms


Sight: Jacuzzi
Sound: Jazz
Taste: Jam
Touch: Jump

Date night serenade.

As we sink into the Jacuzzi's warm embrace,
Sight of each other, a loving gaze,
Bubbles rise, like our hearts in delight,
In this intimate space, our love takes flight.

Soft candlelight flickers, shadows dance and play,
Reflecting the love we share, in every way,
The world outside fades, as we indulge in bliss,
Together, lost in love's sweet, tender kiss.

Jazz melodies whisper sweet nothings in our ear,
As we sway, hand in hand, our love drawing near,
Entwined bodies, moving as one, a sensual treat,
Lost in the rhythm, our love skips a beat.

Wine glasses clink, and laughter fills the air,
Like bread butter and jam, life seems easier.
Karaoke nights, where love knows no bounds,
In each other's arms, our hearts spin around.

We jump, we dance, we make merry, and play,
Touching, teasing, in our own sweet way,
Pillow fights, and snuggles, a love so true,
In each other's arms, our hearts renew.

As night descends, and the evening unwinds,
Jasmine mist surrounds us, a sweet, sweet find,
In each other's arms, we drift off to sleep,
Date night magic, our love forever keeps.

In this haven of love, we find our peaceful nest,
A sanctuary of devotion, where we're blessed,
Together, forever, our love will shine so bright,
A date night serenade, that will last through the night.

♤♡◇♧

Thanks for the lovely challenge - @42Below

Sight: Bucket full of water
Sound: water filling
Taste: spicy
Touch: mobile phone
Scent: green fields

 

[Broken_paladin]

Open plains and fields roll on, to the setting sun and world beyond,
Autumns wind, rustling leaves creates the need to wear long sleeves, pushing the smell of fresh plowed fields,
Thermos coffee hot and fresh,
My mind lets go without regret,
tailgate down, a place to rest, a peaceful soul, I've done my best,
Sit in silence, my restful place, worries fade without a trace,
dream of her, beauty, grace,
that thought alone brings smile to face,
Time moves on, never still,
with love for her my heart did fill,
Its hard sometimes, which words to use,
inspired though, she is my muse'

sight: setting sun
sound: rustling leaves
taste: fresh coffee
touch: hot coffee, cool autumn wind
scent: earthy smell of fresh plowed fields

 

[Remec]

sight: laundry
sound: laughter
taste: birthday cake
touch: hug
scent: perfume

Not Seperated Enough

I tried;
no really,
granted I spent much of
the day in my study,
but hearing the children laughing
almost made me smile,
then she came in with a plate for me,
we laughed together as I
tried the cake;
wasn't bad, store bought, of course,
and she leaned in to whisper
some thanks to me for coming out
at all, showing some familial solidarity,
then we hugged and my face was engulfed
by her overuse of Le Fleur,
and looking over her shoulder
I could see the mounds and
mounds of laundry all triaged and waiting
for their turn in the machines,
and I remembered why
I wasn't in this household any more.

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sight: drunken people
sound: something obnoxious
scent: sweat
touch: greasy
taste: salty

 

[Kadyia]

Morning Beach


Sunlight spills,
Down the shore,
Drunken figures stagger,
Laughter, loud and crude
My man runs
I cook.
On his return
I relax again
His sweat blends
with bacon’s greasy warmth,
We kiss,
salt on our tongues.
Homeless on the beach—
Paradise, I suppose.

Sight: rosary beads
Sound: rattle
Scent: coffee
Touch: rough
Taste: bitter

 

[goldytheGoldfish]

They do! Then they stare blankly like they don't know what you are
running loops in wild fits, in the end even rejecting water itself. They just shut down.
Stupid fucking morons. This one's for you. Doesn't even hurt.

Sight: poverty
Sound: silence
Scent: bread
Touch: plastic
Taste: bitter