Sensorial Poems

Sensorial poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of sensorial poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on sensorial are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Paper Flower

The Paper Flower short poem

I blamed my nose for not being able to smell the flowers Till that dark night in the alley when I smelled them Felt sorry for the nose, after all it did not fail me Rather I failed to make

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If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

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Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter short poem

A lost soul on stolen time wonders like a landscape drifter For I am that which stands before you, a bottom feeder and shapeshifter Wizards watch wrath without wondering why Wither away like roses in winter whispering a thundering cry

One Anthos

One Anthos short poem

Someone connects a bonsai to elemental peat. Your visual collides a clay bite of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence. My primrose was waiting for you. Polychromes become volatile. An inventive missile leaves the trace for a predator to

Dark Passages

Dark Passages long poem

Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity

Only If I Could

Only If I Could long poem

What I would tell you, only if I could I would tell you that I love you in the morning, over our morning coffee I would tell you that I love you, through a text, to see when we could

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

Love Sonnet 213

Love Sonnet 213 sonnet poems

Her touch has such softness I’m bound to miss, Light as a feather blown upon my face, To lay like lips with tenderest of kiss, That memory will always bear the trace; As stars of thousand longings are her eyes,

A Wish For You

A Wish For You short poem

A year gone by & just a few days since we met Strong feelings and emotions surfaced With a willingness to connect Unsure if your body or your heart wants more You play the game, you chose to ignore Subtlety

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Oh, selfie! who art thou? neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared from thy charm besotted are they with you in perpetuum forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink alluring them as no one can! But I shudder

Pure Murder

Pure Murder short poem

The spill of sheen after deep throat explosion. Not as special as the day appeared. Afraid of complete annihilation? Was it possible? Untenable? Living in a cavern full of bats? A key slept in a lock unmoving the golden doors.

The Second Step

The Second Step short poem

Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.

Until You

Until You short poem

Your oceanic eyes, deeper than the sunset. I lost the universe in your deific gaze. Eastern sky is dark, sunbeam left the land. Your hair spread over the highest mountain. The words you utter are more than just words. They

Cocoon

Cocoon prose poem

We are all tightly wrapped. It began at birth. We are born with tendency, but the wrapping begins at birth. Like an Egyptian mummy the world begins to wrap. As the years go by the cocoon thickens. Depending on where

Self-appraisal

Self appraisal short poem

Hark! There is no saint Without days of yore And there is no sinner Without a bright future. The best appraiser is the past If wish to unlearn bad conduct And is one of the best teachers If wish to

White As Snow

White As Snow short poem

Today, if you will hear My voice, and harden not your heart, Then of Me, And My Kingdom, You shall have a part. Behold, I stand at your door and knock, whomsoever lets me in, I shall Heal them, and

Norwester

Norwester ode

Silent heat rose from the molten embers of a dying day, The grey asphalt lay sweating in the setting sun of scorching May. A drop falls hither; Eyelids quiver, A soggy breeze from the wild wet west Made my moist

Oh! This Waiting!

Oh! This Waiting! short poem

Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

The Red Carnation

The Red Carnation prose poem

She tiptoed lightly down the stairs, so quietly and some pause. At only eight, it was quite clear, her sight was on a cause. Her mother’s drawing pad, her brushes, and her paints; her goal to leave behind a painting,

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse short poem

Ocean waves drift Walking through the sand Image of the lighthouse gazed upon my eyes I finally understand A mysterious beauty rising in the far distance I slowly approach the rusted, creeping entrance My hair waving with breeze, vacant and

The Sea and its Sailors

The Sea and its Sailors short poem

Abandon, abandon the ship There’s no one coming to save Abandon, abandon the ship Quick! escape your graves Abandon, abandon the ship She cried Abandon, abandon the ship The captain lied to you Abandon, abandon the ship There’s nothing left

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

An Invitation For Ms. Plath

An Invitation For Ms. Plath short poem

Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain

God Is My Home!

God Is My Home! short poem

When I’m with my tears When I can’t escape my fears I come to you lord And you fill me with hope When the world seem to scare me When something dark surrounds me I rely on you immediately And

The Mountain and the River….

The Mountain and the River.... short poem

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height

The Same Window

The Same Window short poem

The wasp makes its inscrutable plans multitasking cleaning its wings with its hind feet what must it think of the dirt stains ghosts of rainwater covering the outer window like hammer marks all its parts, segmented, moving independent while the

Sailor’s Hymn To A Friend

Sailors Hymn To A Friend ode

Eyes watery as the vista yonder, salt sting tears scouring this face. A month from shore and time to ponder how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace. Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar, though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour. Oh calabash

Twice Tomorrow

Twice Tomorrow short poem

I love you today more than yesterday, I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow. I can see our love is meant to be, I can feel it and you can surely see. I’ll prove my love over and over, and

Disclaimer

Disclaimer short poem

A brush with pain of chest starts recalibrating the fog of eyes. World has come a long way from a child’s brain to prepare an indigenous bomb for a roaring ascent. Where my son, you want to go in trees

Innocence

Innocence short poem

For how many days can I survive In this desert of desire Still I know that price to thrive Which I paid for love fire From the cool and shady trees In fairy land in lovely place Where there was

Sunshine

Sunshine short poem

Beautiful colors are filling my day with a smile I just walk a long the way people are passing by and greeting me ’cause they see, what I see I’m not more, not less, just a girl with a voice

Unwaking

Unwaking short poem

I need not want to know for it, a dirty mind of lateral conjugation; of uncharted hopes. The name splits the long story. Everyone had a stain on chest, color roiling the heart. Dancing on the cocktail grass, they started

Solidarity

Solidarity short poem

Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did

The Dead Dream

The Dead Dream short poem

It was a clouded heart. I was fidgeting with fate and there was no otherway, no way. I did not want to keep him waiting either, but I must be ready to receive the guest. Thief of pain was coming

Sun Kissed

Sun Kissed prose poem

I once dreamt of a land and a time that were entrenched by the beauty and the beast. The beast did not attempt to cause me to fear, nor did the beauty charm me to bow to its demands. Both

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

Two Flowers And The Bird

Two Flowers And The Bird short poem

Alas! it’s me who fell down in love! But one who got a crown in love, Almost alike both are pretty flowers, Smiled, Oh Bird! In your handsome bowers, I was shy I could not sing in love, And you

Does It Mean ???

Does It Mean ??? short poem

I Usually Keep Quite , I Always Avoid Fight . Does IT Mean That I AM Weak ??? I Usually express MY Feelings IN Words , I AM Always Lost IN Some Other World . Does IT Mean That I

Memories Of You

Memories Of You short poem

I call your name A thousand times I picture your face Memories hauntingly linger Of dusk, a falling veil, masking the harshness of the day The golden hue of a beautiful sunrise Lazily awakening, like the opening strokes of a