tierney-scoblic
American
I'm Tierney, and I'm learning that poetry is the best way for me to express myself. I get one line stuck in my head and wrap other words around it and call it poetry, so I figured I'd share it. My favorite type of poetry is music. / Criticisms are appreciated!
Spring is when the grass turns green
the soil soft where my body lies.
The birds awake me
and the crickets sing me to sleep.
Spring is when the grass turns green
and the bugs come out to play.
When the promise of summer lingers
behind every morning rain.
Spring is when the grass turns green
as I clap the dirt off my hands.
And the flowers bloom before my eyes
popping up from their tiny beds.
Spring is when the grass turns green
the first fly buzz in my ear.
When the sun peeks out and bathes my skin
and my hair turns the lightest gold.
Spring is when the grass turns green
the sky vibrant azure
the tulips crimson
and my skin amber.
Spring is when the grass turns green
and the butterfly unfolds.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
Hush!
Don't say a word.
Tell me a story
with your eyes.
Milk chocolate
speckled with gold.
Deep
Dark
Dilated
My dear, your smile is no disguise.
Take me away, you say
your sadness so deeply pronounced.
And further beyond
Passion
Endeavor
Won't you come out to play?
Deep
Dark
Dilated
Bat your lashes and away
but I see you now
and I'll see you again
For eyes, darling, never lie.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
He's a rather proud man
Rather proud of his appearance.
Crisp suit
Bowtie just right.
Ship-shape shined shoes.
Lapel aligned.
Hair slicked left
Right hand tucked in his pocket.
Ray Bans perched on the bridge of his nose
And the slightest little grin
Almost trying to say
"I told you so."
He's a very precocious man
A man who knows.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
I think of you
the way the sun thinks of the moon.
Separate
Opposite
But who would you be
without me?
Lonely
for when you go up
I go d
o
w
n
When you shine bright
you block my light
But who would you be
without me?
Your spectrum much greater
while mine tends to fade
But I'll see you later
when it's my turn to shine.
I think of you
the way the sun thinks of the moon.
When I'm alone
you're waiting...
Waiting to take my place.
For who would you be
without me?
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC