Sense
This is for the Vocal "Sense" poetry challenge
This is for the Vocal "Sense" poetry challenge
The prompt is:
Write a poem inspired by the five senses.
The music is "Sense" by the Lightning Seeds
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I Love The Feeling Of Your Touch
To Wake Each Morning, See Your Smile
Hearing Your Voice I Love So Much
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The Smell Of Coffee, We Both Love
We Love The Taste, I Am Beguiled
I Love The Feeling Of Your Touch
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Love The Shades Of Your Hair So Much
I See You There, I Love Your Style
Hearing Your Voice I Love So Much
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To SeeThe Clouds, The Sky Above
To Taste The Wine, So Sensual
I Love The Feeling Of Your Touch
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To Feel Your Hand, And Have Your Trust
And See Your Face, Your Gorgeous Smile
Hearing Your Voice I Love So Much
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To Taste Your Lips, Would Make Me Blush
Loving Watching You All The While
I Love The Feeling Of Your Touch
Hearing Your Voice I Love So Much
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Firstly I love the Lightning Seeds ββScense.β Cool video. https://youtu.be/qKI8LqVd7us * βI'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless It's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless It comes and goes and leaves me on a bed of splinters Feels like I'm living in a town closed down for winter Did da do do do did a did doo dooo! * That aside! I really enjoyed this. Love the relevance of the upsladh image and accompanying sound track. Congrats on a unique take on the challenge! πΈ
Very nicely done.
Well done, sir!
Lyrical & lovely. I get the "sense" you enjoyed writing this!
Lovely!!!πππ
Nice one!
Oh cool! I havenβt yet read or seen what the new challenge is about. Thanks for sharing your entry. π
Awww, such a wondeful villanelle!
β€οΈLovely love poemβ€οΈ
Beautiful
Excellent, I hope you win π₯°π
Very creative. Never lose that.