#warmth poems on Hello Poetry

wabisabichii Aug 2020

sweet and mellow
she once was
no bitterness within her
at least that's what they thought

as young as the night
as free as she seemed
only one in her lifetime
she had lived what she dreamed

the sun was her scent
the stars were her eyes
the moon was her bloom
she was one of a kind

her touch so warm
it made their hearts melt
her words of white lies
made them feel what they never felt

sweet and mellow
as she always had been
was there loneliness within her?
she hid it well in her skin

and as young as the night
though as free as she seemed
only once in her lifetime
had she lived what she dreamed

#freedom #lifetime #loneliness #hiding #warmth #dream #living #hearts

Marileana Rodriguez Aug 2020

Thank You Jack Frost

Gone.
It’s gone.
Lost in this Wonderland.
He tramples in a sheet of soft hail.
Chills crawl up his body like a spider up its web.
His lips form blisters and cracks.
His ears begin to burn at the touch.
His body turns bluer than an untainted ocean.

He longs to find what he lost.
The breeze hits him when he least expects it,
bitter cold punches in all directions.
The screeches of the wind grow louder.
The mist of his breath in the air fades.
All hopes of finding it are gone.

A shimmer of light grows in the distance.
His frostbitten fingers reach towards it.
The spirit of Jack Frost moons over him saying,
“My son, I have what you are looking for.”
His previously sullen face turns into a smirk.
Mr. Frost embraces him and gives him all he was searching for.
“Finally…” he says.
Warmth.

A winter Poem of a lost man who is given something when he encounters the spirit of winter himself.

#winter #snow #jack #frost #death #warmth #cold #lost

Kashish Lahrani Aug 2020

' Rhythm of love'

You filled my empty heart with love;
When I was fenced with intense detest
Oh how full of warmth I am now;
My life is brimming with zest

Unmatched is the tuning we have
I am overwhelmed by the vehemence of this emotion
Together we are nothing but a pair of swans
In fidelity, we believe. Our love is as deep as the ocean.

Hold my hand. Let’s walk on the lane smeared with passion
I know it won’t be cushy but please give me a chance
Forever we are meant to last, I promise
Come with me, to the rhythm of love let’s sway and dance.

#dance #rhythm #love #forever #passion #emotion #together #warmth

N Aug 2020

When I Leave

Would my grave be
deeper than my wounds?

Would the warmth of the morning sun
still reach my rotten body?

Would Icarus, my bird, fly to the sun looking for me
Is my selfish death going to cost him his wings, too?

Would the worms weep when
they ******* tormented flesh?

#death #suicide #cutting #warmth #icarus #grave #wounds #forgotten #wings #tormented

Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Euphrosyne

She with cheeks so fair
Her eyes dance with merriment
Love encrowns her brows

New day, new haiku!
Still working on feeling better too.
Now for the second woman of the Charites, Euphrosyne.
There isn't much on her per say.
No particular story that stands out, just that she is depicted dancing with her sisters. And that there is a mosaic depicting her with Akratus, servant of Dionysus and demi-God of unmixed wine.
Even so, she always struck me as lovely and joyous.
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜

#dailyhaiku #greek #woman #mythology #charites #charm #beauty #warmth #joy #merriment

Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Gamble

For
love is
a gamble,
I'll give all I
have or nothing at all to feel your warmth

Tried out a new form of poetry, a tetractys, which was invented by Ray Stebbing.
It consisted of 5 lines and with the syllabic count of 1-2-3-4-10.
I tried this out now with a quote I've had written for a while now,
and it fits!
I may try a double and triple tetractys poem later, haha!
It feels so good to try different forms of writing!
Be back soon with more!
Much love,
Lyn x

#gamble #love #risk #tetractys #poem #affection #warmth #desire

Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Aglaia

Milk maid with gold crown
Rose-tinted cheeks glow with warmth
Smiles with loving grace

New day, new haiku!
I'm feeling alot better today, thankfully!
I'm going to be working on the Charites now.
The three goddesses of beauty, grace, joy, dance and song and I'm starting with Aglaia, who was also known as Kharis, and she was the wife of Hephaestus. She brought him much joy, splendor and glory (which is what her name translates to) and bore him children after the whole Ares-Aphrodite incident.

She gave birth to four more Charites with Hephaestus which I will write about about the main three are done. The Charites are depicted as beautiful naked women , I've seen alot of art and I remember seeing an ivory story of them in a museum with some friends. They truly were gorgeous to behold.

I truly believe Aglaia is good for Hephaestus, he deserves some love and warm, and I wanted to show that in the haiku.
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜

#dailyhaiku #greek #woman #mythology #charites #charm #beauty #warmth #splendoue

annh Aug 2020

Bedrock

I rest my head on her shoulder,
The shoulder of the earth;
Cradled in her warmth,
Caught by shifting currents,
Cleansed by ****-frost’s pervasive bite;
Tutored by seasons’ changes.

Musing to myself that she has faith in me,
That I have something to offer her;
Negotiating with my intellect,
Letting my imagination run wild,
Enough to entertain the idea that
I am capable of something more than this.

‘In the end, the bedrock of existence is not made up of the family, or work, or what others say or think of you, but of moments like this when you are exalted by a transcendent power that is more serene than love. Life dispenses them parsimoniously; our feeble hearts could not stand more.’
- Nicolas Bouvier, The Way of the World

#bedrock #cleansed #cradled #earth #imagination #musing #negotiating #shoulder #warmth #wild

William de klerk Aug 2020

Fear not the flames

To be cold is to be alive;
to be alive is to hunt for heat.
Our fire may be a fickle friend,
but here it is warm,
so here I am for now;
screaming at silent starts,
as I start to thaw.

Writhing within my eyes
is a flame's reflection.
Now fierce is my stare,
as I gaze down the abyss
of what is yet to be.

So, for now
I do not fear the cold;
it's chill excites my eager bones,

As I savour a new fires embrace.

#fire #cold #warmth #excites #future #stars