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Crisp lashes flutter in the rigid morning hour. Hold my hand, I can't feel my toes. Don't sneeze, it might freeze too. A little longer in these covers, the sun will be out soon. Silence breaks the early birds. Slip on nearby, drink the dew, as another day comes to view. H-he-ll-lo As her gentle eyes smile up from my frozen beard. The song of a Frost angel. Good morning my dear, a thawing cloud erupts from my sheltered lips. How long, shall we snuggle? Only til the sun burns you away, I s'pose.... Thank you, Frost. Come back again sometime, my love.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Love letter to Frost
When you were born, oh my dear, No doctor—no midwife predicted, But, oh my dear, you've been a granny, All throughout, all throughout. When I first saw you, I wanted to take you home, Adorable, lovable, and pure I really did want to kidnap you. Why, you ask me... Look at yourself, Those pure eyes, That cute face, And that cuddly body. I saw you in 2024, And you were 24 years old, I realised you're a 24-year-old grandma. No fun, no bun, no run. Oh, Teddy, I so wish... I hope that you realised it... Your words hurt me... How you compared hurt me... You generalised my trauma, How could you compare? You said, "Disabled people even clear UPSC-CSE," But you didn't stop there, And you kept misbehaving... If you never wanted to marry me, You could've simply told your mom. Off and on, Undying spirit, Not of positivity, But of vengeance. You never actually apologised, So, I never forgave, But it's hard, Yes, it's so hard, Hard to forget what we forged. I had seen a world in your eyes, In my mind, I had seen a future, A future where you are with me, A future where I train you, honey. But why did we separate out? C'mon now, tell me, why did we? Couldn't you just be mine? I wanted to live with you. What was the need for separation? I'm perplexed by how things went. It was so right initially, the elation. Why did the things prematurely end?
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Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
February 6, 2000
When you wake up from dreaming. Your eyelids move slowly. Your body feels warm and cuddly. Move closer and kiss you gently. This morning simple words I say. Enjoy your morning thoughts. And have a lovely friday.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Enjoy your morning thoughts