Scent (an acrostic poem)

 

Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed

Covers draped over my chest like your arm was

Every memory of you comes flooding back

Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.

That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.

 

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Breathe (an acrostic poem)

Bringing in the air slowly

Releasing it through his lips

Every cycle a glimpse into her scent

As he kissed her neck

That touch caused her to gasp

He trembled as he pulled back

Even the air seemed to shimmer

 

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Costly (an acrostic poem)

Casualty numbers kept trickling in

Obscuring the greatness of the victory

Still, Vincent had to admit he’d lost over a quarter of his troops

They sold their lives dearly though

Littering the fertile fields with their enemy’s dead

Years later the soil still held the scent of their sacrificial blood

 

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Smoke (an acrostic poem)

Smelling the wood burning brought it all back

Memories of singing and dancing

Of friends that became family

Knowing that the night was never going to be long enough

Eventually the fire died, but I will always have that scent

 

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Blend (an acrostic poem)

Black beans poured out of the roaster, their scent filling the small room

Looking at her handiwork, Livia scooped up a sample

Every bean was slightly cracked and glistened with flavorful oils

Now that she was done, it was time for her to get a drink

Doing this kind of work usually made her thirsty for some reason

 

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