Best Tangerine Poems


Premium Member Barefoot Tangerine Moon

Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.

Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.

Premium Member Once Upon a Colorado Christmas

Splendor of soft shoulders
caressed by sinking sun
Out my window the western slope
of the thick coated Rocky Mountains
Once upon a clear cold Colorado Chrstmas 
purple brushed horizon flecked with gold
filled my picture window 
Mesmerized I stood staring
at this huge canvas hung in the Louver 
God's and goddesses swirling about 
in a swath of psychedelic clouds
refracting the colors of slow dimming light
Mt. Olympus in my living room
I was seventeen living in a dream
high up in the sandstone cliffs
carved out by the west's Mississippi 
Nature, sweet mother of mine, purging
my childhood nightmare with sunsets
mountains, rivers and springs
On the banks of that fat river below
I listened to nothing but hope
Even in the echo of crackling ice
Even when she froze everything still
she made life beautiful 
Never ever did she
punish my anger 
but kissed it away with her love
with forests, flowers, birds and trees
She gentled my soul when I held her hand
and took me back from the jails and hospitals 
every time I ran
Seventeen, fresh from my last disaster
Christmas Eve eight hundred miles 
from expulsion and friends I missed
my dreaded return to the last place I left
There she was…
… arms spread clear across the valley
to hug me… her renegade child
My mother, bless her heart--
--wasn't happy to see her headache return
But my "other" mother was.. yeah
I took refuge in the painted cliffs and canyons that surrounded me 
and when I came down to the valley floor 
I would stop before the bridge 
and walk down to listen to the big water's mighty roar…
It never stopped rolling and never ran dry 
despite all obstacles 
and neither did I
My savior doesn't have a birthday
but I will celebrate my hope in "His"
Just that warm sun 
slinking like a coyote
over the western horizon 
that Christmas Eve
is all the hope I'll ever need

Premium Member Tangerine Sunsets

I love the end of the day,
when the sun wants to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face. 

The white clouds,
are turning a dark gray.
Some flying so high,
as if to say good-by. 

I feel the cool night air,
as it arrives as a soft breeze. 

This day is almost over,
as the sky brings out it's paints.
Tangerine sunsets composing,
chrysanthemum hymns.
The sky colors match my flowers,
listen the garden will start to hum. 

Look the first diamond star,
turn around to see more.
The black velvet night,
with dancing stars as far as one can see.


Premium Member Haiku - Tangerine Sky

oh sweet october
with your sunlit lovely clouds -
                       drifting up above

deep tangerine sky
was pink a moment ago - 
                       now it is bright red

shifting and swirling
cinnamon and purple view -
                       landscape kissing sky


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August 19, 2015


Poetry/Haiku/tangerine sky
Copyright Protected, ID 15-7011-95-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, October Sky, 
sponsor, Skat, 

First Place

Tangerine Morning

Frost carpets the fields
sloping to a crinkled sea.
The air,
cotton crisp
as spring leaps in.

Satin crows 
descend from a silver sky.
Squabbling, they graze
on chilled dewdrops.

The sunrise,
a red ribbon glow
warms tall tree trunks
basking in gliding sunlight.

A flame horizon
burns a candy stripe sky
on a tangerine morning.
© Eiken Laan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member WISHING TO BE A TANGERINE

Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.
Fantasy focused fulfillment fondles favored dreams.
Enthrall me free amid emerald enthused energy
while softly snuggle wrapped in sensual satin sheets.
Let gleaming gilt threads golden gloss this glorious bed.
May lyrical lilacs air link to lift and softly dance while
harmony twists and polished peace dips to dazzle me.
I shiver, smile and sigh sensing supreme sheen in sky
and see a grand ground gushing a generous grassy green.
Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.


Tangerine Trees And Marmalade Skies

An enigma
wrapped in mystery
covered in secrets
risking hell
A legend
from the ages
bereft of sages
casting spells
The message
nondescriptive
in ephemera
laden tongues
Lucy in the sky
bejeweling
screaming deafness
— silence won

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Whistling Winds and Tangerine Smells of Home




The Scent of summer on my skin 
golden hues of remembrances
The rushing river moves quietly 
into the hours of the day 
Autumn steams by in fired shades 
amber oranges yellows and red 
The whistling winds subside 
and I feel winter's chide 
January shivers homsie brews 
rainy days that end with snow 
Wet leaves cling to the pavement 
tangerine smells of home

Premium Member Nay, Mister Tangerine Man

Rise up and ignite the freedom fire
Save Democracy before it's gone
Republic about to be Empire 
Orange Julius crossing Rubicon

Premium Member Tangerine

From the ocean’s burst the sunrise screaming first light and mine lover’s splash

Tangerine

I want to peg you away 
and stablish you on my lips
until the break of day
I'll slowly take a sip


I want to peel you
as you reminisce in your care
I'll hold you
and tear away your fear

My fat juicy and clean
loving you is easy
your taste so serein
so refreshing, so squeezy

I want to strip away your bark 
hold you close to my heart 
light away your dark
and moment by moment take you apart

Premium Member Tangerine Muse

sunsets
          s u m m o n
             sonnets

          14 Jul 2021
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tangerine Sun

the tangerine sun
                               is now setting, fading out
                                      over the skyline



Date written and posted: 05/31/2018

Premium Member Eating a Tangerine

eating a tangerine

the skin is decisively breached 
sweet juice runs and then
out wafts Christmas long past
here in the midst of August.

the lilacs are gone
retreated back into
their branches to wait 
for the tinge of spring

lily leaves droop 
after giving their all
pushing forth splendorous scents 
from walled gardens.

leaves flap green hellos 
but on the wind 
Fall's approach brushes the nose
where the sun has kissed.

this orange pebbled box
retainer of festivals past 
opens to a merry bell's chime
on a hot Summer night.

Tangerine Smile

The red hat’s laughter
Dashing through
Blue sky
Embracing your 
Tangerine smile 
Then, uplifting me 
Once more

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