Poeticous Logo
it
English Español Français Italiano
Tyler Steven Clark

Tyler Steven Clark

A job in the clouds

Have you ever wondered
How the clouds move along
If you believe its the wind
I’ll tell you that your wrong
I sit behind these clouds
And I fan them  from here to there
But the worst part about the job, is the storms
And what they’ll do to your hair

(2014)

#Clouds #Funny #HairShort #Storms

Altre opere di Tyler Steven Clark...
Life's puzzle

Life’s like a puzzle With pieces thrown all about You have to put it together Until the pieces run all out Sometimes it’s finished
 2
 1
The secret of life

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars
A wolf

I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon
The look out

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout
Growing up

They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree
The mer-maid

She comes out of the ocean at nigh… To fold my clothes and clean my be… She like to pick up after me And make sure I’m always fed Slippery floors is the only price
 1
Starring contest

I had a starring contest With the wall I sat there all day But to my dismay I did not win at all
 1
Silence

It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home
A virus

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man
Feelings box

I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me
The sad man

The forest we know Once formed long ago From a man whos sorrows Brought tears that could grow He wandered earth
 1
The lever

whats this do? I have no clue its mechanics look quite clever oh look at the time
A Hair Cut

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors
Birds and bees

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories
The paper plane

A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall



Alto