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Crysta Gingras Apr 2016
The cold is no match
For the fire I have inside
For you it will burn
Only for you will it subside
For a heart of stone I have
Inside burning with flames
Only you can tame them
Only you can eliminate the pains
You being cold as ice
Will shatter the stone of my heart
Creating something new
Giving both a new start
For when I thaw your cold veins
And blood comes rushing through
Together we will be there
Together, just two
Fire and ice
Together to challenge
Whoever walks our way
With the fire in my eyes
And the ice in yours
Together, making quite the display
An angel of winter on one side
The other a fiery stray
I’ll keep you warm
You’ll keep me calm
Together, in this world of gray
Good morning to my angel
This is what we call a 'shadow poem' which is a poem in reply/compliment to a poem the other sent.
this was a Shadow Poem for her poem "Ice-Breaker" - btw her poems are better ;)
cath Apr 2016
I see him walk by the street
after he visits the stone
He holds a piece of paper out
and that's the moment of frown
Pressing it against his chest,
he cries...
He cries in the rain
A sight so awful
hurts me deep
Thinking no one's around
he cries to the fullest
But here I am sharing
a part of his grief
I watch him until he,
disappears in the rain
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
Kick me over like a stone again
Stand in judgment of all my sin
Never knowing where I have been

Flip my pages, then tear them out
Never pausing for a single doubt
Defended to my roaring shouts

Take your aim and shoot me down
Make me spiral to the cold hard ground
Souls dying gasp the only sound

Standing over me, take your prize
My bleeding heart in quick demise
Not even once did you agonize

Not once were you concerned
About the leasons I had learned
Thrown in the fire to watch me burn

Your actions were more than brash
Got me feeling lower than Johnny Cash
As under you gaze I turn to ash
J Foster Apr 2016
The first time I looked into her eyes, I saw what she was talking about.
The pain was there, and it was alive.
The stone grey pupils that I couldn’t help but stare into were a solemn tone, but I saw the beauty in the pain.
I saw straight through what her eyes were telling me.
I saw the girl behind those eyes, and the beauty that lied within the fragile frame that was taking all my time.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pain-A-Full Apr 2016
Two words
Stuck in one person
You can call her a mason
Feelings as strong
As brick and stone

This is a poem
For the one with
A heart like stone

Numb as she is
But not dumb
For this time she knows
How life flows

She maybe cold at first
But there will always be
Someone with a torch
Who’ll light her up
And make her smile
Get that happiness
She hides inside
Made for Prevy
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
On gossamer wings she took flight
But the winds of change tore those delicate wings apart
She fell to the hard earth, a terrible sight
The wolfs descended upon her and tore out her heart

As she laid bleeding out in the dirt
Wishing her wings would of been made of steel
Then she wouldn't have these feeling of hurt
To the Gods she made an appeal

Please replace my heart with one of stone
So it couldn't be shattered by a simple storm
And never again would feelings be known
The Gods took pity and she was tranformed

Never again to be a delicate child
But a stone cold creature
She was as beautiful as she was wild
Her rock hard heart, indeed her best feature

Her gossamer wings gone
She would never fly
Being with out them made her strong
She never again would fall from the sky

The winds of change could roar
But she could take it's toll
That couldn't break her anymore
With that heart of stone she could just roll
Stone Fox Mar 2016
Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom.
Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead.

The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen.

While a lone bro cry of "HAZAH!" was desirously pining over a share of the glory in this galvanic conquest.

That was the signal-NOW WAS THE TIME!
Victory was in sight drawing near and aggressively holding on tight.

I assure you of this, we really are the prey,
playing this cat and mouse game we were never supposed to win.
This evil creature of trickery let us destroy him-so who is the real hero?
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
You know how the story goes
A little girl thrown in the rabbit hole
Sides to steep so there she stays
For years and years and days and days

As she grew the hole got deeper
The world was determined there to keep her
It did a really good job
For living in the hole was very hard

Every time she seen the light
The universe would put up a fight
So she never reached the top
She was always stoped

Now even her bones have gotten cold
In the abyss she's grown gray and old
For others sin's she was made to atone
Her only defence was to turn to stone

She never did get out
Through she fought every bout
In every fight she was knockout
So if you see a statue in the abyss
You will know who it is
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Yeah I Agree

You set there as quiet as a stone
Leaving me chilled to the bone
You utter not a word to me
To break the silence I say "yeah I agree"
At me, you just blankly stare
You could cut the tension in the air

So I just stare back
Wondering just what it is a lack
Why can't we talk
Are you wanting me to walk
Do you not have the courage to say goodbye
Are you afraid it might bring tears to my eyes
Or are you afraid I'll go
If that's how you feel, it doesn't show

I guess I'll never know
Guess I'll just go with the flow
But it's so hard, you turn cold on a dime
At other times your passion is so hot it's a crime

You set there as quiet as a stone
Leaving me chilled to the bone
You utter not a word to me
To break the silence I say "yeah I agree"
Elioinai Feb 2016
The eye doth long for stone abodes
deep quarries birthed to speak with clouds
the earthy treasures shine in sky
and mind remember ancient odes

that unashamed forethought
for children long born after
the ones who burned their strength away
to give two thousand better lot
with wisdom, warmth, and laughter

now our work seems fragile
fleeting
our teaching is too flighty
We wished ourselves so agile
that we forgot ancestral strength

We need that tall cathedral tower
or else we'll lose ourselves
forget that though our flesh is mist
our souls remain forever

All castles must return to sand
but let yours wait a little longer
put hands to work for enduring things
And let your mind much ponder
All must burn in the end, but tis best to work believing that it will benefit your children, to the seventh generation
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