Tyler Howat Poems
- Writing Hides Writing hides in the boxes of old, Worn, moth...
- Here Comes The Sun I gaze upon Fields of color; A mosaic ...
- The River Leading to the lasting sea Is the river of life, ...
- Gag Reflexes Delectable? Surely you jest! The minute ...
- Tribute To The Divine The brilliant Son pours rays, Burning...
- The Teenagers It is our cruel fate To be in a world filled ...
- Kahvi Brown liquid swirls In a paper cup. I drink because I...
Tyler Howat was born in Denver, CO and, after many moves, attends school at Miami University in Oxford, OH. He majors in English-Literature and History, hoping to write and teach after finishing his degrees. more »
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Writing hides in the boxes of old,
Worn, moth eaten clothes, full of
Memories in the back of your closet.
Writing hides in the unconditional
Love that a puppy gives while
Curled up on your lap.
Writing hides on the wet roads,
In the streaking rain, and in the
Immeasurable amount of control it takes
Not to sit back and give in
To the soft sound of rain
Pattering on the roof.
Writing hides in the wilderness,
In the soft breeze blowing
Through a field, rustling grass,
And gently billowing between wildflowers.
Writing hides ...