tierney-scoblic - Hello Poetry

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.

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May 6, 2013

May 6, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC

Spring Melody

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.

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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.

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May 4, 2013

May 4, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC

Translucent.

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.

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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.

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May 4, 2013

May 4, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC

Suave man's night out.

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.

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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?

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May 3, 2013

May 3, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC

Overlapping

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?

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