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Àŧùl Feb 2016
Their voice so harmonious,
Silent when no strings attached,
All the curves so very ****,
Smooth is their texture,
Admiring their beauty with fingers,
You seat them on your lap,
Putting their arms around your shoulder.

Tickle them hard to make them peck,
They touch your heart with their sound,
Nibbling your ears in between,
The motion generates friction,
Friction generates heat,
So icy sweet is her music,
All over, you script success.

I talk of my guitars here.
I now possess 3 guitars.
One is an electric guitar that I bought in 2009.
The other one is a new acoustic guitar I bought in 2016 as a replacement for my 2006 model acoustic guitar.

The third one is a beautiful chocolate-shaded wooden acoustic guitar that I bought in 2020 with my own money.

My HP Poem #1022
©Atul Kaushal
Emmer-lee Jan 2016
You made flowers grow in my throat in the form of laughter only to tell me your true name is winter and they will soon die.
They will be replaced by alcohol and sobbing at 2am alone in my room until I cannot feel anything anymore.
You will be the worst winter I have seen and I have seen bad winters.
My mind will be that car flipped over railing after losing it on an icy road
It will not matter when Spring comes along because Spring will not have a chance, for I died on that icy road when I found that thin piece of metal that was not made to **** me.
Kerri Nov 2015
The wiry thorns around
Your heart
Keep everyone out.
But I risk the pain
And reach inside
Tearing my flesh,
Because the prize is
Worth far more
Than the suffering
I endure without
Your love.
I'd do
Anything you ask
To hear your heart beating
Once more with affection.
The closed-off
Little girl hiding
Inside
Can be free.
I want to hold her
Until she feels
Whole again,
And softly kiss
The woman that resides,
As her icy blood
Begins to pump again;
To the beat of  TRUE LOVE.
MsAmendable Nov 2015
The heavy rain falls swift and stark,
On these hills, the wheeling lark
And sodden sparrow sing in the dark,
As the sea falls from the sky.

The wind blows strong, the trees all hiss,
The arrows strike an icy kiss
The water drowns in anguished bliss,
As the sea falls from the sky.

I pity him with no place to hide,
But wet, in frozen arms abide
A spark against this fearsome tide
As the sea falls from the sky.
Àŧùl Jun 2015
Salty or spicy,
Hottie or cold,
Always new,
Never old.
A short 10 words poem.

Love is like wine,
The older, the better.

My HP Poem #881
©Atul Kaushal
Eleanor Rigby Jun 2015
I am icy cold
Because nobody handles
My liquid state.


F.Z.**N
Àŧùl May 2015
Because often there are icy roads,
Icy roads coated with darkest ice,
They can make vehicles slip & crash,
All slip not only out of the icy roads,
But even into each other they collide,
These call for going slow in Oslo,
'Cause reasons suchlike prevail.

Neither snow chains can help much,
Nor being an expert driver help you,
No other thing is going to help you..

Help yourselves & others too,
Just go slow in Oslo...
Enjoy!

My HP Poem #865
©Atul Kaushal
Alan S Bailey Feb 2015
My memory is filled with icy thoughts so chilled
I begin to stammer, loss of breath, like a ghost
That follows me, my teeth chatter,  so many
Of my warning words that no one ever heard,
Locked away in fear, the watchers always near,
Thoughts flooding with grief, the darkness fraught,
Ever filled with thieves so fast they seem to disappear.

It would seem I am beyond what some deem a good guy in the end,
Every time my breath catches, I seem to feel on the mend.
Then it begins again, a waking crash like flashing light,
Well I never get much rest, before it's over, twilight pests.
They follow me at dusk, this rain, and hail it must,
Until I am lost in thought, I awaken to this unspoken fact,
That if I had not been poor, friends would be at my door.

Blind with broken dreams, this is quite a scene,
It seems that money spoke, it made my life a joke.
Still I ask why oh why oh why? And I get the same answer,
It'll come to you some day, boy, you're getting old, tisk tisk,
This world is cold and full of holes, your worries are absurd,
Not a word, NOT another WORD, your logic is absurd...
Time is moving slowly
About as fast as grass grows
The heart of love drops below the ground
Time goes slow
The feeling of fear spreads everywhere
An icy grip covering the world
Oh my sun, Come back
Spread your love and warmth on me
Don't go away
Please... Don't leave me

The icy fear slowly creeps along
Deepening the cold in that dropped heart
Oh my sun, Won't you come back to me now?
Comfort my heart
Warm my freezing faith
Replace it with love

Time is moving slow
My fear grows
Leaving everything around me frozen
Maybe time has completely stopped
But the cold grows on and on
Maybe it will never end
Unless, maybe, you, my sun will return
A gap had grown between me and my love. It's starting to close now but I still wanted to post
Jen Jo Feb 2015
Because your heart is icy cold

So cold that it haunts me
Day and night
It haunts me enough to become my habit

Day and night
It's your icy cold heart that keeps me alive
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