#ice poems on Hello Poetry

notthepoethewantstobe Aug 2018

Tears

Resentment and anger, hurt and despair,
Loss of a hope that is no longer there,
Suddenly recognize you’ve grown apart,
Some of the feelings that will freeze a heart.

When pain is worse than not feeling at all,
Love at your door but you won’t heed its call,
Deny your feelings—you won’t be controlled,
You give it all up and make your heart cold.

You harden your heart to keep the pain out,
Emotions are things you’ll just do without,
You’re frozen and it seems small sacrifice,
You think you’re safer if you turn to ice.

You need to embrace the pain in your way,
Process those feelings and cry them away,
Trying to be icy cold is faulty,
Melting your pain is why tears are salty.

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#crying #tears #pain #theheart #ice #harden #melting #insightshurt

Nicholas Fonte Aug 2018

Sacrifice

A world of only harm
This never melting ice
A will of shaking might
To let born the new light
In the world of only pain
Filled with those fools
Embrace the ice
Lay down your arms
Know what it means to bear
Sacrifice
Lay down your life
Give meaning to that knife
Now let fall the rain
Washing over all our pain
Now sit in the pool
Where the liquids collide
On this heavenly divide
Breathing in new life
Because of the only one who cared
Lived and learned
And look at what he earned

#sacrifice #pain #ice #rain #life #care

cait-cait Aug 2018

i hope you know how loved you are when i let go of your hands

love has buried me ,
and i am like an
                           ache.

but
you were fire
and
i was ice —

and there were mountains
in between us,
                         gods
.

so when you buried me ,
i
let myself die ,

and you did not ache.
did not
             even
                      cry.
.

for renny, my sweet angel. rest well.

#cry #love #fire #ice #die #god #ache #bury #pain #mountains

Tanay Aug 2018

Crimson nightmare

The wind whistled a lullaby,
Kissing her goodbye.
As it raced through her forehead,
Before she dropped dead.
The floor had become a crimson pool,
Filled with the last remnant of the fool.
She thought she could tame the beast,
But, instead she became his feast.
It was a silent night,
And while she had put up a brave fight.
But, in the end three bullets made their way,
And they ended her stay.
Now on the floor she lies dead,
Her blood has painted the floor red.
We watch in horror, as numb as ice.
While rain pours down our eyes.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.

This one is a little dark, pretty simple but dark. I won't say more. Happy reading!

#blood #pool #fool #ice #eyes #lullaby #goodbye #crimson #beast #feast

Michael Theophilus Masimbira Aug 2018

Love, What is? [Tourniquet...]

My eyes saw her
And my heart longed for her
And my lips wanted a taste
Of her seething venom
She was a cup
I didn’t want to pass
Without having a sip
That opened a flesh wound
Only she could nurse
Because it could never heal
And any one I’d ****
For her to be mine and mine alone.

On the drags ov the black wine
Brood from African matured raw dark vines
Bitter sweet and sedating like ecstasy
She anesthetized me
Leaving me numb
To the wound she had inflicted
Upon my heart of flesh,
When I let my
Shield down
And left her sizzling arrow
Piercing my heart
Like a thorn for the holy one
Her arrow inoculated a venom
That enfeebled my trembling frame
As I bled love unafraid of bleeding to death!
I looked deeply Into Her dark eyes
My vision impaired,
High from the venom
And partial hemorrhage.
I said slowly
“What is love? Tell me please…”
She smiled and replied…

“I can’t tell you,
I can only show you
Cuz you have prayed.
Love is a tourniquet
To your heart a wound
I can nurse it for you
That’s why it hurts
If you are wounded
By someone without skill
Some wounds never heal
But fear not
For my love is not lethal
And leaving you might be fatal,
Words can never be love
Only actions can be
Thoughts are useless
If never said or expressed
So don’t be afraid
I will nurse your wound
Because mine is deeper than yours”

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#love #pain #fire #ice #evol #trust #forever #protect #never #give

Makenzie Odom Jul 2018

My element

Fire for the fuel that burns in me
Telling me to go go go
Keeping me alive, burning inside
Even when fear says no

Ice for the wrong in my heart
That makes it easy to be hateful
Saying it's not me, it's you
Making me so ungrateful

Rain for the day I feel sick
Drowning me in my head
Teaching me how to swim on my own
Showing me how easy it is to be dead

Sunshine for the good
Showing me it's fine to feel this way
Making everyday a joy
Letting me know it's going to all be okay

#earth #wind #fire #rain #ice #sun #head #thoughts #life #personal

Steve Page Jul 2018

Sweat and Pimms

I've been ceaselessly sweating since June
And without fail every day around noon
My arm pits are sopping
My ****** are sodden
I feel about ready to swoon

It’s been glorious weather since June
I’m not sure if you’d think it too soon
But top up the icebox
For Pimm’s on the rocks
And celebrate all afternoon

TOO HOT! or JUST RIGHT!

#summer #sun #sweat #heat #ice #drinks

PoserPersona Jul 2018

A Sweet Gift

Ice cream is sweet and quite the treat
A savory delight I crave at night
At almost any time and any where,
it is worth to desert for this dessert.
Some keep it vanilla while others want a twist.
Sometimes it's good to mix or other wise switch.
Maybe you're *****; can't resist other flavored dishes?

What if you were denied it or could no longer find it?
*** how I'd crave its taste, but at least I'd lose weight.
Other substitutes are lame and aren't quite the same.
Regardless, I would survive and still be able to thrive.

Why is *** so different?

It's a biological need you'll probably say,
so you, can't compare the two.

I disagree completely.

Though we'd all prefer not to be lacking,
it's not as if we'd die for wanting.
Additionally, people have lived ascetically
and have been perfectly fulfilled and happy.
Those kinds of people aren't born that way,
but rather we are conditioned to be *** crazy.
We are made to feel as if
we are measured by who or how many we've been with.
It is validation we truly desire
and to know we always matter.
And though *** is one of life's greatest gifts,
it does not give your life an overarching bliss.

#*** #ice #cream #treat #sweet #lust #crave #desire #addiction #gift