SENSES POETRY

SENSES POETRY

di Claire Jenkins -
Numero di risposte: 19
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di Anna Capuano -
MY ROOM
I can see my photos on the walls,
Music sounds as a melody for my ears,
Books smells like freshly cut wood,
Keyboard feels as a piano in my hands,
Happiness tastes like me staying in my room.
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di teresa brandi -
SPRING'S AIR
-I can see trees and flowers around me,
-The butterfly sounds as if she is playing with a child,
-The air smells of flowers that have just blossomed,
-The flowers fell breakable in my hair,
-The orange juice tastes like a refreshing bath in the sea.
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di Sara Castellammare -
THE GARDEN'S MAGIC
I can see the harmony of nature,
The birds sound as though they are having the time of their lives,
The air smells of lemons that are on the tree,
Lemons taste like the cake my grandmother used to bake me,
I feel as if I were in another dimension.
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di Francesca Fuina -
SUMMERTIME ? ?
I can see the rays of the sun through my beach umbrella,
All around me smells of sunscreen freshly smeared,
It feels very hot today, as if the sun wants to explode,
My skin already tastes as if all the salt from the see had come up to it,
It sounds as if another summer has just arrived.
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di Chiara Tavascio -
Sitting in the crowd.
I can see people hurrying along the streets,
their voices sound like an interminable but catchy song,
the air smells of their perfumes.
I feel their breath on me
and in the meanwhile I drink my coffee which tastes more sugared than usual.
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di Angelica Voluttoso -
BY THE LAKE

I can see children making sand castles and laughing.

The ducks sound as if they were calling each other.

The air smells of sunscreen just spread on the skin.

The sand fells like sugar on morning biscuits

And this ice-cream tastes like the best dessert I have ever eaten.
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di Rosa D'Errico -
MORNING OUTSIDE
I can see cats playing with each other
The wind sounds as if he is sweeping away all the bad things
The flat smells of the meal mum is making
The air feels kind against my skin
The coffee tastes like the best thing in the morning
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di MariaRosaria Capuano -
THE UNKNOWN JOURNEY
the birds chirping while the clouds skitter across the sky
the evening breeze gently touching the mountain side
the evening blue sky aching to stay longer without any disguise,
the laughter of children playing in the streets
without any shoes covering their feet,
the sound of waves crashing against the bay
without a single reason to stay,
the days come and go
and I don't want to really know
where we are going to go