Biography of Tyler Howat
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.
Tyler Howat Poems
Writing hides in the boxes of old, Worn, moth eaten clothes, full of Memories in the back of your closet.
Here Comes The Sun
I gaze upon Fields of color; A mosaic of honeysuckle, Jasmine, Lilies, and Orchids
Leading to the lasting sea Is the river of life, Eternal, never ending.
Delectable? Surely you jest! The minute portion of the Cursed liquid travels slowly, Ominously to my mouth.
Tribute To The Divine
The brilliant Son pours rays, Burning divine grace over The formerly moonlit silver seas, Scenting the air with calm.
It is our cruel fate To be in a world filled with excessively fertile People. These sad times of late Make some wish to close in like a turtle.
Time stands still. Theory drones Endlessly on, and we sit Here, slaves to what We have paid so
Brown liquid swirls In a paper cup. I drink because I am Bored.
Icon Of Steaming Lust
Oh! Luscious, scrumptious sphere, You sit atop the tendrillous pile, Covered with spices and cheese, You are my Everest, my
Knocked down, Blinded, wiping Dirt from my eyes; A voice, impressive though
The fly on the wall is Staring at me. I feel its gaze press Upon me, its complex eyes
Expansive, The enflamed dust stretches, Sprawling before me. Painted rocks and sapphire sky
Ode To The Martyrs
I In the early wee hours Comes the white chest Packed tighly with ice, safely
Tossing aside our Letter, We step back to the Life we found necessary To escape.
Here Comes The Sun
I gaze upon
Fields of color;
A mosaic of honeysuckle,
Jasmine, Lilies, and Orchids
Entwine the tapestry with
Lavender, the palest
Purple, yellow, and ivory.
Nostalgia overwhelms me.