"freezingly" poems - Hello Poetry

a stabbing shiver corrodes my limbs goosebumps lick my heart a fat cramp strokes my lips and terror waves my mind freezingly hot blood flushes twisted nerves sweet foul shudder makes all memories awake blurry visions of happiness worm into cutting blade hissing a haunting realization: that it is too late. naivety suggests a joyful brand new start but the naked present screams that you grew apart

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Jun 20, 2016

Jun 20, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC

phantasmagoria

Sandcastle

a stabbing shiver corrodes my limbs goosebumps lick my heart a fat cramp strokes my lips and terror waves my mind freezingly hot blood flushes twisted nerves sweet foul shudder makes all memories awake blurry visions of happiness worm into cutting blade hissing a haunting realization: that it is too late. naivety suggests a joyful brand new start but the naked present screams that you grew apart

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Its exactly 1095 days ago.. When the love I knew flee from my path The sweet rhythm turned sour As my heart bolt out through the door Leaving no trail to follow A miserable me turn apart Laying helpless with no heart The warmth of the weather Felt freezingly cold And the comfort of the night No longer suits I could remember my dreams turning into a wild mare And even the cool siesta Was all itchy My smooching pillow grew thorns In my miserable self In all broken mirror Picking up my pieces in no piece Trying to plaster the remnant of me Just 1095 days ago It all seems like the world will end in no good time But in my remembrance of this days I'd found myself lost within The tick of it tide And now, The love that is sure been replaced Is back Knocking at the same door it bolted out Through Just 1095 days ago

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC

Honeydrops92

1095 days of mysteries

Its exactly 1095 days ago.. When the love I knew flee from my path The sweet rhythm turned sour As my heart bolt out through the door Leaving no trail to follow A miserable me turn apart Laying helpless with no heart The warmth of the weather Felt freezingly cold And the comfort of the night No longer suits I could remember my dreams turning into a wild mare And even the cool siesta Was all itchy My smooching pillow grew thorns In my miserable self In all broken mirror Picking up my pieces in no piece Trying to plaster the remnant of me Just 1095 days ago It all seems like the world will end in no good time But in my remembrance of this days I'd found myself lost within The tick of it tide And now, The love that is sure been replaced Is back Knocking at the same door it bolted out Through Just 1095 days ago

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night, when freezingly encounters my cheeks, some slightness rouges them like roughed almost cheeks like when you lay a hurting kiss upon them by the languorous hammer of thy paleset palm. like, i do, how kindly unkind stinging your touch deftly embraces their(mycheecks) puffed unrude metal. and it blisters with the painful bud of cherry wreak

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Feb 11, 2012

Feb 11, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

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night, when freezingly encounters my cheeks, some slightness rouges them like roughed almost cheeks like when you lay a hurting kiss upon them by the languorous hammer of thy paleset palm. like, i do, how kindly unkind stinging your touch deftly embraces their(mycheecks) puffed unrude metal. and it blisters with the painful bud of cherry wreak

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He drinks, he forgets Where he is and why he is there. He begins to lose himself in his darkness, Begins to erupt from within. He stops caring, Or begins to care too much. He wishes himself born again in the purifying sunlight of dappled spring mornings, because he wishes to start over again. He starts to do things harder than ever, He gives himself over to the mercury of the moment, He bathes in his own sin, Finds the wash of it freezingly refreshing And repulsive all at once. He stops talking, Starts wishing to enjoy the ornateness of youth. Feels he's old at 25, Starts to change his mind. Forgets everything he's learned over a quarter century And goes back to rudderless childhood, Even worse in adulthood.

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC

Waverly

how a man cries

He drinks, he forgets Where he is and why he is there. He begins to lose himself in his darkness, Begins to erupt from within. He stops caring, Or begins to care too much. He wishes himself born again in the purifying sunlight of dappled spring mornings, because he wishes to start over again. He starts to do things harder than ever, He gives himself over to the mercury of the moment, He bathes in his own sin, Finds the wash of it freezingly refreshing And repulsive all at once. He stops talking, Starts wishing to enjoy the ornateness of youth. Feels he's old at 25, Starts to change his mind. Forgets everything he's learned over a quarter century And goes back to rudderless childhood, Even worse in adulthood.

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Darkness invaded this peculiar night Glitter glams didn't shine, I heard you scream… Shouted a name not mine. Emotions whirled into reality, Rushing, freezingly burning You kindled the fire in me, It burnt out and ashed. Anxiously hid myself on the corner Waited for you to come back I hummed my greatest melody, You sang the worst eulogy. Daisies into lovely decayed petals, Image of your words,demised, the sweetest bid of goodbye, you ended the poem I meant to write. My odd poetry died.

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May 19, 2018

May 19, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC

camilleion

Dead poem

Darkness invaded this peculiar night Glitter glams didn't shine, I heard you scream… Shouted a name not mine. Emotions whirled into reality, Rushing, freezingly burning You kindled the fire in me, It burnt out and ashed. Anxiously hid myself on the corner Waited for you to come back I hummed my greatest melody, You sang the worst eulogy. Daisies into lovely decayed petals, Image of your words,demised, the sweetest bid of goodbye, you ended the poem I meant to write. My odd poetry died.

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