maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

The Day I Hate Perfume


Is many tormenting days in a year
When I can not compromise the respiratory attack
With my over sensitive nose
That decides to rebel against me
With catching unwelcome cold
When accidentally I always meet somebody
Who maybe has sprinkled half bottle of the damned liquid to their body
And always sit next to me
With a tremendous oblivion
That I am very disturbed with their presence
Or to be specifically with their numbing sense
When I can not understand
Why they willingly to waste their lot of money
Only to buy artificial smell
That now annoyingly tickling in my nostril 
And only succeeded to make more sneeze
Until I think the invention of that extravagant fragrance
Is only made to torture me
Than to impress somebody
Or to cover their bad odor

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Day I Hate Perfume by maria sudibyo )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. To live is to, gajanan mishra
  2. When love fades and tolerance takes over., Lehlogonolo Phora
  3. In The Arms Of!, John Ugolo Umah
  4. A Senior Citizen, Pius Didier
  5. Beclouded, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  6. Why I am taken as toy, noctiluca scintillans
  7. Let's smile, Nassy Fesharaki
  8. When I Die A Teacher, Pius Didier
  9. Family, Kolade Seun
  10. Mothers!, John Ugolo Umah

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]