Comments : Tangerine Dreams

  • 8 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    This is handsdown one of the most gorgeous pieces of poetry i have ever come across. the word play, the metaphors...

    you are talented beyond your years child
    it is absolutely surreal.

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    I am glad you allowed this poem early parole. It is exquisite in its imagery. It is a different world we live in now where words can bite the author.

    If you were to spit one of tangerine seeds my way I would plant it and grow an orchard of brilliance and dedicate it to you.

    Well done on this well deserved win.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 8 years ago

    by Abed

    Ok, even though I haven't been on the site since ages, I keep on checking out random poetry while being logged out.
    Tonight, I HAD to log in, just to tell you that this goddamn piece up there comes only once per decade.

    Brilliant, is all I have to say. I think I'm going to read it daily. Till I die.

  • 8 years ago

    by Hellon

    I'm sorry my country has made you feel so isolated. I guess you're are here for study though and will finally return to you're own country although, if I remember correctly, you did feel that you didn't quite fit in there either. As a migrant myself...all I can offer you is that, it will get easier. About the title..I once had a poem up here titled Tangerine Skies..is was about the colour of the sky over Perth in the early evening so...I'm wondering...are you in my city?

    • 8 years ago

      by Saerelune

      Hi Hellon, I don't think it's the country itself. It would've been any country I went to, on my own, without my friends, without the ability to make new friends. But, I'm starting to like it here even though I'm alone. I like to discover the treasures of Sydney while just wandering around. I don't wanna go back home so soon, haha, I'm only here until December. So yea, I'm in Sydney, and I don't know why but when I think of Australia I think of orange. Maybe it's the deserts, or that red rock I forgot the name about.

      I guess I'm still a traveller trying to find her place in the world, but I must say, I'm starting to feel at home here because there's sooooo muuuuuuuuch poetryyyyyyy. Sooooooooo manyyyyyyyy festivaaaaaaaaals. So many nice bookshops/cafes!

  • 8 years ago

    by Britt

    "But every time I stare at the walls I realise
    that my poetry is dying,
    all poetry is dying at the insides of our ribs
    until we dig up the past from heartbreak
    and start spilling ink again. "

    Freaking. Love. This. I've been a writing machine this week out of some chaos in my life and this just reminded me how I'm able to write this much. Love, love, love. You're so in my head.

    "I wish to nag about shorts ad dark skin"

    ad = and. :)

    I really love this. You have always been a favorite of mine, and it's writes like this that remind me why.

  • 8 years ago

    by Lauren

    Wow this was excellent! So descriptive and beautifully written. I felt like I was transported! So incredible!!

  • 8 years ago

    by Sunshine

    This must be one of the best poems written recently. The word choice is like magic. Fascinating and lyrical.

    Your opening lines start off with some simplicity, however as you go on, your rise on metaphors take control in a very pleasing and impressing way.

    Too much creativity in this piece.
    Well done!!