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gabriela 18h
you called me cold,
your frozen fingers giving mine frostbite
Whose lake is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her lake a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The lake is crystal, cold and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Lady Ravenhill 2018
Thanks to Robert Frost for the underlying structure.
Chill seeps from the river
Current rushing over me
Barren tree, standing
Branches listless in the wind

All i could count on
In the howling of wolves

Pull these roots from shore
Wrap me in, this cold embrace
In the cold, I'll become one
With withering frost,
It seeps into my veins
Across my eyelids
The crystals formed
From my extremities
Ice
gracie Dec 10
The sign says
keep off the ice,
but all it takes is
one word from you
and I'm walking out
I'm walking all the way out.
I don’t turn back,
even when I hear crackling
beneath my feet.
I reach for your hand,
but I can’t find it
I can't find you.
Were you ever really mine?
Or am I the only one
out here on this ice
that has just
   begun
       to break.
not over it
Xallan Dec 10
The moon illuminates us, terrestrial beasts,
Upon the flat and lifeless ice, we bury ourselves
Our empty shells,
The electricity of our communication
Fades into the cold, bitter, bitter
Like our blood
We sip its toxic ambrosia from our wounds
We gnawed holes in our own flesh
To fill us
To drain ourselves of this emptiness
We look to the sky with eyes begging
To any ***, with hopeless hopes
It is not until the frost begins to consume us
And our nerves can no longer burn
With the burden of existing
Until our ears expel our thoughts
Until the first snowflake whispers
Its honest reminder with chilling touch
We have always been alone here
dear winter sorrow,
please don’t return tomorrow.
take a deeper slumber
and bring me back my summer.
take your frostbites and snowflakes too...
on your way out, don’t forget the loneliness boo.

Cafiifa Jeylani ©️
Aster Rowen Nov 21
In the coldness of the day
A frigid breeze swirls past
The trees covered in frozen crystals
And hands that hold as cold as ice
When your heart is mended
Tapped and glued
The frost melts it away
While the fire boils
And embers burn to ashes
The frost conceals all in glasses
Stiff and lifeless in its grasp
If only the frost could render a damaged life
Because frost isn't as powerful
As the sleet that shivers a windshield
Tori Oct 22
Flowers become gemstones
under a frigid blanket
of frost
Beatiful endurance
Reminds me still that all is
not lost
AceLione Oct 19
It’s cold, the supplies were low and hope was lost.
Men standing at their post, while dying by frost.
The sight of thousands of tents stretching in the horizon.
I don’t think that the men can’t keep moving on.
Our brothers and comrades who fell in the war.
Everyone knows one death, means one more star.
We will keep waiting until reinforcements arrive.
They don’t decide for us. This is our life.
This is a poem that I wrote for myself and I thought that it was good so I shared it with you all
Kapi Laur Oct 11
everything is wrong and i don't know what to do
every time i think of "him" i only think of you
of all the words spat from my mouth i don't know what is true
for you are now a nightmare
where is the man i knew?
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