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A Word on Words

I’ve never been very good with words.
I spend so much time searching for the right ones,
For that one perfect phrase to describe a feeling.
Slippery as a sunfish it incessantly escapes me,
Or gets hooked upon my lip.

It’s difficult to say what I mean,
Let alone mean what I say.
And words make it so much harder;
Ineffectual, impersonal and imprecise as they are.

I might say I love a steaming pot of tea in the morning,
Or a big cozy sweater on a winter’s day.
But sweaters and tea don’t quite add up to how I feel about you.

You might say a rose is pretty,
Or a sunset.
But I am hardly a flower or a sinking star.

I wish there were a way to pinpoint these feelings,
To let you know exactly what they are.
Instead I tread water futilely,
Drowning in the vagueness of language;
I simply choose silence.

Perhaps worst of all about words,
Is that they can lose their luster so devastatingly quickly.
I want meaning to permeate time; to last forever –
But I know it will decay along with the words that so poorly convey it.

Tea will always cool, sweaters will wear out;
Roses lose their petals and sunsets waste away to night.
Words fade with time, taking part of us with them,
And one day they will inevitably mean nothing.

We are such perishable items,
Dragged down by the impermanence of what we say,
All we have is now.

This second,
This moment,
This heartbeat,
This breath;
It has to be enough.

I’ll be your sunset as long as you’ll be my sweater,
And while blackened mountains and ruined garments may one day sing our defeat,
I’d like to hold hands with you until those moth-holes and horizon lines swallow us whole.
A poem I wrote on a bus because that's what buses are for I guess?
I dunno, I'm no good with poetry, especially of the sappy variety.
Eh, but it was interesting to try.

Critique is more than welcome!
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adamspong2013 Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2013

yes, I like  to  read nouns  as  verbs,

your  use of  less nouns and more verb is precise .

sweaters and  tea. active infusion.

WykydWyka Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
mind blowingly wonderful, this is great
AcceptTheRealWorld Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013
Aw Tribbs,

That was a fantastic poem. Hands down.
SurinameBlogger Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
I think I've become a fan of you!
DaPencilNinja Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
I almost teared up...almost. This is nice!
fergal989 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is so good :)
Dragonalex2 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
frostxlion Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
aww, that was amazing, is there no end to ur tallent?
Biscuit-Rawr Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Student Digital Artist
This is beautiful! I love the comparisons~ ;w;
Soulofthenight663 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Not good?... You're crazy. I myself am a major critic when it comes to poetry and I loved this. Mainly because it's so damn true. I myself seem to only be able to write poetry of the darker variety, sappy stuff just comes out like "words? What's that?"
So very well done if you ask me. ~
Panthera--Shadow Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Student General Artist
No good, you say? No good? :iconliesplz:
:iconsobplz: THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. :iconthefeelsplz:
dreamybean Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Beautiful. Good work, Tribbs!
and bus rides are the best times to come up with words
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