Ode
His Scent
In crowded rooms, my heart beats fast, Whenever he walks slowly past. His scent, a mix of woods and spice, A fragrance rare, beyond the price. It lingers in the air so sweet, A silent whisper, soft and fleet. In dreams, I chase that elusive trace, Imagining his warm embrace. His presence fills the empty space, With just a hint, I see his face. A crush so pure, so deep, so true, All sparked by scents that drift and woo. Though words may falter, courage spent, My secret lies in his dear scent. A silent hope, a gentle plea, That one day, he will notice me.
By Morufat Olopade 2 years ago in Poets
Ode to my School Bag
Oh, bag upon my back, faithful and true, Companion through each day, I thank you. In every pocket, secrets softly lie, Carrying dreams that never die. Through halls and streets, you journey far, A silent guardian, my guiding star. With every book and pencil stored, You're the keeper, adored. Through rain and shine, you stand strong, In you, my world belongs. Oh dear school bag, steadfast and true, With you, I walk, always with you.
By Pallabi Saikia2 years ago in Poets
