#tangerines - Hello Poetry

You are my tangerine, Brimming bitter-sour Across the wretched, dusty room. And you brought me An orange touch of sun Glitter glowing on my skin. To wake wide in the morning, Curtain dances with fresh air Into my smoker's lungs. Even to my deathbed remains The scene of you that will Leave me between the walls Of longing and regret. And to my morning sunlight, I will never become better. I say to you, my tangerine, You are my very will to live, And to die, if I cannot save you.

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Apr 9, 2025

Apr 9, 2025 at 7:01 AM UTC

dipr

You are my tangerine

You are my tangerine, Brimming bitter-sour Across the wretched, dusty room. And you brought me An orange touch of sun Glitter glowing on my skin. To wake wide in the morning, Curtain dances with fresh air Into my smoker's lungs. Even to my deathbed remains The scene of you that will Leave me between the walls Of longing and regret. And to my morning sunlight, I will never become better. I say to you, my tangerine, You are my very will to live, And to die, if I cannot save you.

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Its thick leather wraps like the layer of skin Broken into by God Our souls resting beneath its core Its veins run course from the streaks of light it sheds A delicate orb of moisture providing the very same life you once had Now snapped at the vine of Earth Banished forth to the afterlife of our bodies And now torn by the thick paws of the beast Claws rushing down your spherical canvas from the moment HE swallowed your breath To the day He ripped all else from the tree What gives you the urge to trickle the bright red from your blanket Once patterned with gold but now soiled in the aftermath of a war I used to breathe love but my lungs breathed hate The same way a fire gives warmth but will shed to **** life The corpse of your tongue stays moist and warmer than all The sole pallette living with the flavor of fruit Craving life like the way you crave it's sweetness But once the taste dies down So does your will to continue on Thus the consumption of the fruit is the desecration of a breathe Your last memory of your last sense The touch of a golden sun And the grime of a sweetened moon

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC

mxvnv

Oranges

Its thick leather wraps like the layer of skin Broken into by God Our souls resting beneath its core Its veins run course from the streaks of light it sheds A delicate orb of moisture providing the very same life you once had Now snapped at the vine of Earth Banished forth to the afterlife of our bodies And now torn by the thick paws of the beast Claws rushing down your spherical canvas from the moment HE swallowed your breath To the day He ripped all else from the tree What gives you the urge to trickle the bright red from your blanket Once patterned with gold but now soiled in the aftermath of a war I used to breathe love but my lungs breathed hate The same way a fire gives warmth but will shed to **** life The corpse of your tongue stays moist and warmer than all The sole pallette living with the flavor of fruit Craving life like the way you crave it's sweetness But once the taste dies down So does your will to continue on Thus the consumption of the fruit is the desecration of a breathe Your last memory of your last sense The touch of a golden sun And the grime of a sweetened moon

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I have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding into blue green skies. Or maybe cat puke melding with the emerald carpet beneath my feet. Some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and pristine but elusive. I have no idea what I'm going on about but I know it is important.

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC

castorpolydeuces

my eyesight is poor, physically and otherwise.

I have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding into blue green skies. Or maybe cat puke melding with the emerald carpet beneath my feet. Some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and pristine but elusive. I have no idea what I'm going on about but I know it is important.

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