"icebound" poems - Hello Poetry

he was a tin man ever shy in the shadow of snow and the asphalt encrusted with salt. i am a deaf mute in its cold sunshine thru the bare trees i am the writers reader caught up in the manyfold words bright and crisp on my stuttering tongue caught up in the beauty of the phrase wishing only for its tender workings on my pale lips caught in the web of light falling thru the bare trees by the christmas tree so forlorn in febuary wind... he was a soft spoken tin man ever shy in the shadow of snow and the asphalt encrusted with salt the turbulent sea of my dreams lashes line and sail with its icebound hand as i stray between the vision you wept in ink on page and the words you spoke soft as a kittens fur into my sleeping ear a spun tale thrashing against me i am shy with my eyes flirting with yours look away and recapture your gaze the asphalt at my feet stained with winters salt i leave my footprint behind and wander away into the field of rye swaying under a cold sun never to hear the tin man sing again after he was caught by the catcher in the rye

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

broken tin man in field of rye

he was a tin man ever shy in the shadow of snow and the asphalt encrusted with salt. i am a deaf mute in its cold sunshine thru the bare trees i am the writers reader caught up in the manyfold words bright and crisp on my stuttering tongue caught up in the beauty of the phrase wishing only for its tender workings on my pale lips caught in the web of light falling thru the bare trees by the christmas tree so forlorn in febuary wind... he was a soft spoken tin man ever shy in the shadow of snow and the asphalt encrusted with salt the turbulent sea of my dreams lashes line and sail with its icebound hand as i stray between the vision you wept in ink on page and the words you spoke soft as a kittens fur into my sleeping ear a spun tale thrashing against me i am shy with my eyes flirting with yours look away and recapture your gaze the asphalt at my feet stained with winters salt i leave my footprint behind and wander away into the field of rye swaying under a cold sun never to hear the tin man sing again after he was caught by the catcher in the rye

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I am a ship That has been iced in to arctic chains For many years Cold and blowing winds have frosted my sails And encased my keel For countless decades But this long winter Dark and dreary, with no time for Christmas Has begun to become spring Even though the first time I felt warm breezes I was convinced It was a deception Despite every latent chill When I lose my faith These mild, lengthening days I cannot deny Nor disregard The dawn breaking forth My mast and bow are thawing My hull starting to shift The ice and snow falling into the sea Now just chilling water Cold But no longer an icebound prison I cannot wait for the day When the last ice melts from my decks And I can set sail on the open water To voyage new seas, fresh tides No longer just avoiding A frost-bitten demise, threatening to lead me to my grave These warm days Have broken into my cabin My maps and charts now colored With budding trees, birdsong, and warm water For someday, I do not doubt I shall sail free, unbound in pleasant wind. (theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC

taylorstein93

Breaking free.

I am a ship That has been iced in to arctic chains For many years Cold and blowing winds have frosted my sails And encased my keel For countless decades But this long winter Dark and dreary, with no time for Christmas Has begun to become spring Even though the first time I felt warm breezes I was convinced It was a deception Despite every latent chill When I lose my faith These mild, lengthening days I cannot deny Nor disregard The dawn breaking forth My mast and bow are thawing My hull starting to shift The ice and snow falling into the sea Now just chilling water Cold But no longer an icebound prison I cannot wait for the day When the last ice melts from my decks And I can set sail on the open water To voyage new seas, fresh tides No longer just avoiding A frost-bitten demise, threatening to lead me to my grave These warm days Have broken into my cabin My maps and charts now colored With budding trees, birdsong, and warm water For someday, I do not doubt I shall sail free, unbound in pleasant wind. (theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)

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Since the day I said it’s over Some things went wrong in me, Thoughts broke down from nothingness I guess I will never be free. Shall I do something about it? When I don’t have the right to, Indeed, our fate’s not in my hands How will I be able to carry through? My heart still can’t find itself From the time I lost all control, It’d been a rebel, ‘twas out of hand Been cut and scarred and all. I don’t know who I am now I think I lost the real me, When I was left all broken I was drowned in toxicity. My brain, it seems so drained My vision’s blurred with emptiness, Now I’m stuck in my own vanity Failed to taste life’s happiness. I see, it can never seem so real Just as how it was carefully planned, Life and fate succeeded in their deal And now I don’t know where to stand. Look in my eyes and see what’s flowing Drops of fresh blood produced by pain, It cannot stop, it just can’t bear Taste of regret, a love in vain. This is how my system works now This world is my prison, my hands enchained, No one would worry about such woebegone I haven’t seen my tears; I wasn’t even pained. Tell me, oh love, are you happy now? Have you had enough of disdain? Share it with me, I envy you so ‘Cause you only drive me insane. My body freezes in bitter sweat My heart finally grew icebound, But my soul embarks an odd journey Seems like it fails to touch my ground. What has done to me I do not weep Maybe I only deserve such, But what I don’t understand very clearly Guess I only loved too much. Yes, I was stabbed in greatest delight It was the best of the stories I can share, And living in this cold, **** body I guess I can no longer bear…

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Feb 10, 2013

Feb 10, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC

IRISH-BEL

Toxemia

Since the day I said it’s over Some things went wrong in me, Thoughts broke down from nothingness I guess I will never be free. Shall I do something about it? When I don’t have the right to, Indeed, our fate’s not in my hands How will I be able to carry through? My heart still can’t find itself From the time I lost all control, It’d been a rebel, ‘twas out of hand Been cut and scarred and all. I don’t know who I am now I think I lost the real me, When I was left all broken I was drowned in toxicity. My brain, it seems so drained My vision’s blurred with emptiness, Now I’m stuck in my own vanity Failed to taste life’s happiness. I see, it can never seem so real Just as how it was carefully planned, Life and fate succeeded in their deal And now I don’t know where to stand. Look in my eyes and see what’s flowing Drops of fresh blood produced by pain, It cannot stop, it just can’t bear Taste of regret, a love in vain. This is how my system works now This world is my prison, my hands enchained, No one would worry about such woebegone I haven’t seen my tears; I wasn’t even pained. Tell me, oh love, are you happy now? Have you had enough of disdain? Share it with me, I envy you so ‘Cause you only drive me insane. My body freezes in bitter sweat My heart finally grew icebound, But my soul embarks an odd journey Seems like it fails to touch my ground. What has done to me I do not weep Maybe I only deserve such, But what I don’t understand very clearly Guess I only loved too much. Yes, I was stabbed in greatest delight It was the best of the stories I can share, And living in this cold, **** body I guess I can no longer bear…

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a broken span of time a voice echoes in my mind a feeling reverberates in my soul but the song ends before i can glean even a fraction of the meaning a broken span of time spent in the icebound train of thought a memory of a girl smiling but its in reality a neatly carved lie demented self she sits sweating against the wall panting "fuck...fuck...fuck..." as she rubs herself then she left without a word having done the last of her stuff she pants harder and harder "fuck....fuck...fuck..." a jester in the august sun laughing at himself in a broken span of time between yesteryear and now the old man sits on a pile of rust carefully spinning a net in which to catch his breath hes just like us trying to capture to hold in onto love which so often slipped thru his desperate fingers all i can do is whisper "fuck....fuck....fuck...."

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

her tainted seed

a broken span of time a voice echoes in my mind a feeling reverberates in my soul but the song ends before i can glean even a fraction of the meaning a broken span of time spent in the icebound train of thought a memory of a girl smiling but its in reality a neatly carved lie demented self she sits sweating against the wall panting "fuck...fuck...fuck..." as she rubs herself then she left without a word having done the last of her stuff she pants harder and harder "fuck....fuck...fuck..." a jester in the august sun laughing at himself in a broken span of time between yesteryear and now the old man sits on a pile of rust carefully spinning a net in which to catch his breath hes just like us trying to capture to hold in onto love which so often slipped thru his desperate fingers all i can do is whisper "fuck....fuck....fuck...."

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