"iceburn" poems - Hello Poetry

Apart, distance, and melancholy Suffer, I do, I consider holy Burns like ice, every single minute, every single day Cold like flame, the silence when you are far away Too many contradiction, too many inaction I failed to do, I lost your affection Once you were mine and I was yours Now I bleed and all I lost If time goes back and I return I will rebuild the things I burned Oh your face, I forever see the sweetness I thought with you gone it would be all painless Wrong I was, and I know it can't return And I accept, like Ice it Burns*

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC

steve-nuenay

IceBurn

Apart, distance, and melancholy Suffer, I do, I consider holy Burns like ice, every single minute, every single day Cold like flame, the silence when you are far away Too many contradiction, too many inaction I failed to do, I lost your affection Once you were mine and I was yours Now I bleed and all I lost If time goes back and I return I will rebuild the things I burned Oh your face, I forever see the sweetness I thought with you gone it would be all painless Wrong I was, and I know it can't return And I accept, like Ice it Burns*

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Her eyes were very similar to ice Although I could not say the same about her face Oh, yes, I saw what was hidden in those pupils And when I gazed in them, I felt like a disgrace But years had passed and I grew fond Ineptly I kept gazing into them And I did notice her face was icy, after all Cold, slick and for that I condemn The crackled features of her eyes started becoming bold And watching them, I never grew tired. Beading, burning, sparkling red. They'd shifted from ice to fire.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC

pugsmith

Iceburn

Her eyes were very similar to ice Although I could not say the same about her face Oh, yes, I saw what was hidden in those pupils And when I gazed in them, I felt like a disgrace But years had passed and I grew fond Ineptly I kept gazing into them And I did notice her face was icy, after all Cold, slick and for that I condemn The crackled features of her eyes started becoming bold And watching them, I never grew tired. Beading, burning, sparkling red. They'd shifted from ice to fire.

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Reductions in visibility snow clawing at your eyes iceburn memory we moan in blizzards, whisper to desert moons mahogany lips turning us irate. Mesmerize, blast, invigorate broken cores ****** doubt invert its position invoke luminescent lexicon scrawled out boldly in juggernaut gales from the interior palace of your plush, introverted launch.

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC

styles-12

Launch

Reductions in visibility snow clawing at your eyes iceburn memory we moan in blizzards, whisper to desert moons mahogany lips turning us irate. Mesmerize, blast, invigorate broken cores ****** doubt invert its position invoke luminescent lexicon scrawled out boldly in juggernaut gales from the interior palace of your plush, introverted launch.

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