Tinney - Ascending into euphoria a collection of poetry

Ascending into Euphoria A Collection of Poetry Tiffany Tinney Order this book online at www.trafford.com
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Pamps, because I promised you. For my mom, Grace Ann Tinney, thanks for believing in me. The Poet In evening shadows of the skylights radiance, the Poet ascends into euphoria. Poetry Expressed Through Nature Sunshine and the ocean breeze, Im with you, and I feel these. Blades of grass and sands of grain, youre with me and I see no rain. The summer ends and autumn starts, weve just met, but you took my heart.

Trees in the wind, rocks in the stream, Ive known you forever, it seems. A hyenas laugh, a wolfs howling cry, I like you a lot, but I wonder why. Smile of an angel, sweetness of a baby, could this be the attraction? I dont knowmaybe. Hair like Black Beauty, sparkling eyes like a jewel, honey, whatever the reason is, I really like you. Indian paintbrush red blended across the sky of a golden setting sun White angelic clouds floating in the sky of an ocean blue Forests of emeralds reaching out to the sky of a silver rising moon Fallen leaves are like friends that slowly drift through your life. Red leaves are for the past lovers that still appear in your mind.

Yellow leaves are for the close friends from childhood who always seemed to make you smile. Orange leaves are for the old friends that resurface in your life from time to time. Brown leaves are for the people who you thought were friends, that are all but dead to you now. Green leaves in the spring will bring new friendships that in time will change to their own fallen colors. I feel so strange and weak; theres not a light on down my street. I feel so weird and cold when its dark all down my road.

Can someone show me the way so maybe I wont have to stray? Faintly, I think I hear a sound; its just a raindrop on the ground. Its going to start pouring soon, as I stand here under the moon. Theres no one in my touch or sight, Im alone in the world tonight. While everyone else is in bed, I sit here and wonder in my head. What is life all about? Can someone help me figure it out? I hear the whistling wind what kind of situation am I in? If you look up at the brightest star, you can almost see who you truly are. I go and lie down under a tree and ponder what is happening to me.

All I do is sit and stare is there anybody out there? The temperature is dropping down as more rain falls to the ground. The raindrops that are hitting my nose in the springtime will bloom a rose. A flash of lightning streaks the sky as I sit here and I sigh. The storm is getting stronger; I cant stay out much longer. When I am not inside, my dreams are where I hide. When Im in my thoughts I feel so free, I can truly be who I want to be.

Im inside now, but before I close the door, I take one last look as raindrops pour. Sadly, as I go to bed, my dreams I shake. Maybe Ill dream some more before I wake. In my own way Im unique. I walk to the drum of a different beat. I dont care what people think or say, I like myself and Ill stay this way.

You see, Im a dream owner, and yes, its true, Im a loner. Fuchsia and white blooms entwined on a lengthy bark, wrapped in harmony. Lilac and green shades of mossy grass in the spring by a lake of blue. Leaves fall to the ground, red, yellow, orange, and brown, without noise, or sound. The moon shines brightly; the winds blow, howl, groan, and moan, as the ghosts come out. I love the earth.