Tangerines Poems | Examples

Hunger

I saw the rattle snakes, cobras and anacondas 
slithering in-between my toes but not of them bit but off of my flesh or bite me at all

the field of Green was greener then I thought It would be more fresher and safe
then I thought I would be.

I saw fresh fruit dangling of trees off like crystal diamond chandeliers in ball rooms of fancy mansions and restaurants

Big, glossy fruits, luring me in to take a taste

Mangoes, coconuts, apples and oranges with tangerines too
watering in my mouth for the burning desire to eat them all

I opened my mouth with hunger, wondering in my drifting thoughts where I would go next

I know I was free and the snakes vanished, what now?

Autumn Faerie

October brought in pumpkins, but also Priscila, autumn faerie.
Adorned in tangerines, oranges, yellows, her mood bright and airy.
She did not make herself known to the humans in the house.
But she was spotted instantly by a cat, pig and field mouse.

How often do you come here? Asked the curious cat.
Every October, stated the mouse, who was the size of a rat
The pig stared at the beautiful faerie, no words were said.
He dreamed of her often, that love-sick sow, Ed.

watercolor morning

watercolor morning

it was a watercolor morning
the sky tangerine, punched with boysenberry
and yet you wept
your tears delicious were it not for unbearable pain

i look back now at countless years
wondering ten thousand times over
if perhaps storm clouds had cast shadows
where rain refused to fall

then perhaps i would still reach out
and feel your hand, warm and inviting
rather than the emptiness i felt when you left
and took your name with you

rarely now do i search my memory
wondering if it was tuesday in the rain
or if tangerines and boysenberries would fill my need
without their juices on your delicious lips

i suppose it never matters when looking back
that clouds linger overhead as clouds will do
as i wonder what you sounded like
what you felt like, and of your fragrance

it doesn’t matter anymore
deep secrets have all been whispered
bitter tears cried, and words spoken
to line heavens darkest clouds

it only matters that this is loneliness defined
and i have lived there

tolbert

Reverence of a Texas Sky

Waves of pale blue wafted through the quilted Texas sky
Highlighting the tangerines and lavenders of the evening
Grandpa’s old windmill looked picturesque in the distance
Sundown believes in imagination, adoration and fantasy

I stared into the ribboned distance, wondering if the trees suspected
They had an essential part in the mystique of the moment
Birds were reverent, none of them flew through the backdrop
My camera captured the night’s beauty, but not her silent ambiance

- Small Notes -

  Frozen window a blackboard to write on
  a motivational boost 

  Smelling romantic moonlight
  can be a two-part problem - or shared enjoyment

  Sliding down the hill in an open suitcase
  reindeer in fur coats - the merchant's profit

  The bathing season is already ended
  scientists cast doubt on the health effects of ice bathing

  The frozen untuned strings of the soul
  I'm considering buying a piano

  You don't need professional education
  look - the gooses track in the snow

  Wet lips, juicy tangerines
  garlic and ginger in a bread bag

  In the Advent calendar's windows
  soft velvet hearts and twin cherries

  Avoid this year's cold - recommend
  a splash of whiskey morning, noon and night

Soul Speak

Flowing streams,
tangerines,
sunset dreams,
bright smiles gleam - 
my life is complete. 

Whistles dwell
inside seashells.
Birds like bells
cast love spells - 
must be God's heartbeat.

Sweet Bitters

Burnt tangerines create sweet bitters;
Current temperature? I’m coasting;
Sunburnt skin eventually heals,
weren’t you flabbergasted I’m thriving!

Resilience starts within your spirit,
perseverance is when you stand up!
Enhance that glow with each sunrise,
brilliance is a smile sipping that cup.

Fey Leaf Cloaks

Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil
Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs
Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent
Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him?

It is not you, he is reassured by robin, you are my salvation in the winter.
The other trees offer me no coverage whatsoever, I count on you.
This cheers him up considerably, as he watches the witches’ movements.
They parade through the forest in their ethereal finery of tangerines and browns

lets peek at the autumn faeries

Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week

there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime

No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen

Entranced by Beautiful Painting

the painting popped like fiber optics
like fluorescents, like neon acrylics
in hot pinks, magentas, turquoise and tangerines
with the precise amount of purples to make the hibiscus glow
I was entranced by this beauty!

Santas silly snifters

Bright eyed red nosed reindeer,
Raring frantically to go,
Waiting for that iconic signal,
A belting “ho ho ho”.

Flying gifts down children’s chimneys,
One house two house three house four,
With a beer at every stop point,
Ten pints twenty thirty ………… snore.

St Nick was sleeping at the reigns,
Rudolph does not know the way!
Has St Nick not learnt the rules by now?
You never drink and sleigh!

Little girls that longed for primrose dolls,
With sunshine golden hair,
Received tangerines, old whiskey jars,
And knitted underwear!

Blitzed fell out his reigns,
Prancer lost his magic bell,
All the little boys in Germany,
Got gift tags with “noël”.

Santa wakes up discombobulated,
Staring at a sign that read “South Pole”,
“Where are half my deer” he thought,
Has my years finally took its toll?

“I will continue with just one deer” he roars,
My sleigh will fly on Christmas cheer,
And what’s the fastest way to spread this you ask?
Just one more Christmas beer.
Rudolph’s eyes grow wide with fear.

Lets Peek at the Autumn Faeries

Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week

there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime

No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen

Fey Leaf Cloaks Parade Through Forest

Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil
Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs
Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent
Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him?

It is not you, he is reassured by robin, you are my salvation in the winter.
The other trees offer me no coverage whatsoever, I count on you.
This cheers him up considerably, as he watches the witches’ movements.
They parade through the forest in their ethereal finery of tangerines and browns

She Has Fire Breathing Hair

She has fire breathing hair
I did not know what he meant
Until a bonfire began popping and flaring toward me
Her hair looked like an inferno
Tangerines, corals, oranges, 
Moving like snakes, enticing me
Mesmerizing me.
I will never forget her hair.
It was the wildest I had ever seen.
I truly wished I had hair like this.

No Ordinary Week Day

luscious orchid of purple sitting in a faux crystal vase
flavorsome apples of red
nectarous juices of orange tangerines
palatable watermelons with pink centers

marvelous corn pancakes
wondrous scrambled cheese eggs
spectacular meats of ham, bacon and sausage
astounding Sunday breakfast buffet at a fancy place

joyous lively, happy conversation
perky, excited, teenage granddaughters
tormenting little brothers at the table
grandparents loving the miscellany of dreams, thoughts and ideas.
feeling rejuvenated and revived, no ordinary week day.

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