#tangerine
Don’t let the strong citrus scent,
Leaves you stepping back,
Come forth instead,
And welcome to the Tangerine Wonderland,
Where the orange colour stretches,
To far back,
Complimented by its fellow citrus friends,
For yellow, orange, and green,
Are the feelings,
My heart screams,
When I’m with you.
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
Tangerine gold will fall. So stand close, if not, stand tall. Catch them. They’re magic.
They’re this seasons happiness and it’s selling fast.
Oh leaves of Autumn,
Won’t you last.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
we were promised flying cars
and big jet dreams
filled with smiles for miles
on white yachts
under tangerine skies
but all we got was
a dull pocket watch
with a timeless end
and that was enough
for the both of us
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
several snakes spiraling
hissing a message in her ear
telephone is dialing
waiting for a call from someone dear
(on the velveteen tangerine)
roller skated through the town
laces strangle each other like constrictors
gravity is upside down
the pair of skates are like twin sisters
(on the velveteen tangerine)
ivy climbing legs and boughs
stemming into leaves and flowers
time is spinning backwards now
the clock has been gone for hours
(on the velveteen tangerine)
cream and sugar sweet
share a cup of tea with company
friends talk about their week
lounging in the leafy canopy
(on the velveteen tangerine)
eyes stare at the strange sight
unattached and independently
moonlight shines on glades of green at night
trees blend into starry scenery
(on the velveteen tangerine)
citrus spheres hang from tree limbs
peel the hard rind to make it nice
pick one or a dozen at your whim
drink sweet juice or swallow a slice
(on the velveteen tangerine)
beware of seeds and centipedes
but take a chance and you will dance
with delight around midnight
on the velveteen tangerine
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
I can see the
Joyous reflection
Of your smile
In my tangerine dreams,
Your eyes are the sunset,
Tangled in webs of green.
The floral haze
That dances on the clouds
Come from your
Pink flower cheeks.
I never want you to leave,
I’m happy
In a way i’ve never been,
For you, I do anything:
Tangerine dreams
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
The joyous reflection
of your smile
in my tangerine dreams.
Tangerine, tangling.
The dunes in your eyes
and the tributaries in your thighs
Never want to be seen.
Tangerine, my precious queen.
I never want to leave your scene
I'm happier than I've ever been
My heart will always glow marine
For you, I will scream:
"Tangerine dreams!"
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
i am stuck in a
tangerine dream.
a breath of fresh air
or just air
that seems fresh
to me.
red face
quilled with ice cold
water.
there is only beauty
between the cracks
of contrast.
//
i cant call myself
a poet
if i dont tell you
that her lips
look soft.
they could heal me
like a bandaid
and hurt just as much
to peel off.
it doesnt feel like
virginia yet.
maybe only
vermont
or conneticut.
but im ready
to go home
if home feels
like it used to.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
Desires aren't ripened tangerines
They do not fall off the tree when they are ready
They do not fertilize the roots below
They do not shrug off the sense of un-pickedness,
just like that,
Not like tangerines do.
Desires unspent are starving termites.
They bite into living bark
And burrow into the breathing deep
Past rings and rings of precious age.
They corrupt the tender core
And, soon, no new leaves grow
And no more fruit drops.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
I am melting into a dream of tangerines;
Falling, passing the branches of citrus blossoms that once were.
I land on a rigid peel,
the brightest orange in the colored pencil set.
There are indents in the skin,
depressions, each belonging to a different story,
this tangerine has been through a lot.
**From a young bud,
to a ripe fruit,
it has grown.**
Do not make the mistake of calling it an orange, or a clementine,
it is not.
It is a tangerine.
Peeling it almost sounds like a symphony.
Inch by inch, the orchestral rhythm plays off,
until you are slicing it, accidentally rupturing its walls,
in that moment, it sounds like a little boy, who doesn’t quite understand why it’s encouraged to chew with your mouth closed.
A tangerine,
each segment of it looks like half a pair of healthy lungs,
pure, and fresh.
It is a surprise when you bite into it.
Realize, the prettiest things are not always the sweetest,
they can be a little tangy, a little sour.
The taste bouncing off the inside of your mouth like it is a trampoline.
Realize, it is a tangerine;
**from a young bud,
to a ripe fruit,
it has grown.**
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
I Love a Tangerine Sky
On Sunset or Sunrise
A Warm Calming Canvas
Stretched Far and Wide
Etched In Lives Forever.
DLR
13/09/2016
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Your kisses are a bite of tangerine,
Sweet and refreshing.
Your eyes are an eclipse,
Gold and magnificent.
Your laugh is sunshine,
Bursting through dark gray clouds.
Your love is a river,
Beautiful and overflowing;
A night sky,
Infinite and full of light.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
i woke up this morning
with a snowflake on the tip of my nose
and i thought i became a sleepwalker.
its the first time that im haunting
the dreamworld
with my eyes wide open
and i believe.
i was sleeping actually. and it was
fog
and hoarfrost
and everything smelled of oranges.
mom says it smells like Christmas
but i dont sense any pine-tree.
so no.
the snowflake melted and i still did not wake up and i almost had a panick attack because i was not sleeping, i was not awake either and i was home, where it is impossible for snowflakes to fall.
tangerines. yes. not oranges.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Come,
Find me by the sea
Look prudently,
For I'm not what you perceive..
Am I the wave,
Distant
Ruffled,
A captive of the wind
Or
Am I
Tender,
Rapture,
Eloping with the wind tonight..
Come,
Find me by dawn
Look prudently
For I'm not what you believe
Am I
The distant weary traveller tale
The Tale of endless starry nights..
Or
Am I,
Cupid
Sensuous
Consummating the tangerine sky
Until sunrise..
Come,
Find me by the park.
Look meticulously my love,
For I'm not what I reveal
Am I
The crumbly undusted forgotten bench,
Stained, left to scar.
Or
Am I the blowing leaf
Scaled mountains,
And the parks..
Alluring,
Telling everyone,
How lovable we truly are.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
It wasn’t me I said it wasn’t me
In my tangerine dream I wish for something closer
All that’s been happening was myself struggling out the water
I get a little rattled when you ignore my questions
But I guess you’re happy flaunting pictures that’ll make everyone drool
Feeding their opinions down our throat
Invisible to every single soul
There is charm in this four leaf clover but luck won’t bring in much
I’m still green with envy
I guess I’m the villain in this movie
I didn’t know I could fly when I let my eyes close
I’ve been reeling in the bones while you were awwing the moon
when it all goes dark I think of life as fairy tale
You say I was in love with you? I never knew
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC