"icier" poems - Hello Poetry

A resounding response to the crack below my feet was heard through the forest The ice had broken under the weight of my foot And I froze holding myself still as I stared at the wood Wondering, "Where did that come from?" whispering "Not an echo! there must be something within the trees A light breeze could not displease the silence of that looming dark!" I approached the trees, each a veil, bark by bark, forming A shade to intimidate the night, lining the freedom of that frozen lake With fear to cut through any heart, as I approach the trees The edge, waiting for me, towering grim, counting the steps Accusing, suspecting of my intent, and I fearing what will come I draw towards the end, and it paints my heart a deeper black, "Every end a means!" they say, their leaves a darker hue, all a shade, The sky only murkier, blot fainted stars bleeding to shine on my icier day Cold, my fingers, scared, my feet, moving forward, they ask for more More! for passion! for the call! the trees, in unison, they call! Quiet, they crack through the Winternight, claiming "Yes! still alive!" Finally! my foot strikes the lucid gray snow! and I meet my end But, "Every means an end!" and the life that colors around me reflects the sun, bright and vivid, a shining presence encompassing my own And, as the world of the human mind's intent frenzies, no relent, still, to see the bird teaching her next to swirl through the air is to see the gem amongst us I have met my end, my journey is done, I die here now, but I have seen the world, I have taken it my own, and it has killed me "Was it worth it?" I ask the trees, now silent somber black around.

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC

harold-bracy

Animation

A resounding response to the crack below my feet was heard through the forest The ice had broken under the weight of my foot And I froze holding myself still as I stared at the wood Wondering, "Where did that come from?" whispering "Not an echo! there must be something within the trees A light breeze could not displease the silence of that looming dark!" I approached the trees, each a veil, bark by bark, forming A shade to intimidate the night, lining the freedom of that frozen lake With fear to cut through any heart, as I approach the trees The edge, waiting for me, towering grim, counting the steps Accusing, suspecting of my intent, and I fearing what will come I draw towards the end, and it paints my heart a deeper black, "Every end a means!" they say, their leaves a darker hue, all a shade, The sky only murkier, blot fainted stars bleeding to shine on my icier day Cold, my fingers, scared, my feet, moving forward, they ask for more More! for passion! for the call! the trees, in unison, they call! Quiet, they crack through the Winternight, claiming "Yes! still alive!" Finally! my foot strikes the lucid gray snow! and I meet my end But, "Every means an end!" and the life that colors around me reflects the sun, bright and vivid, a shining presence encompassing my own And, as the world of the human mind's intent frenzies, no relent, still, to see the bird teaching her next to swirl through the air is to see the gem amongst us I have met my end, my journey is done, I die here now, but I have seen the world, I have taken it my own, and it has killed me "Was it worth it?" I ask the trees, now silent somber black around.

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the floor is icier than the last time i crumbled down here. i'm enclosed within the walls of eerie silence, blackness all around me, enveloping my terror, releasing my pain. tears seem to find their own way down to the floor, first dancing with delight, then solidifying and morphing into dark crystals. what is more comforting than the fetal position? the escape that has been written repeatedly into my screenplay of a life.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC

zhuoran

DISSOLVING

the floor is icier than the last time i crumbled down here. i'm enclosed within the walls of eerie silence, blackness all around me, enveloping my terror, releasing my pain. tears seem to find their own way down to the floor, first dancing with delight, then solidifying and morphing into dark crystals. what is more comforting than the fetal position? the escape that has been written repeatedly into my screenplay of a life.

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Setting down the icier path, my steps are sure. The moon, launch-lost, hangs a tentative smile in the fading blue. I spy the unfolding future in my compass face and deem it wise. Thusly determined to keep my heart aimed at the sky. You already set your course, Dark One, away from this wilderness, and into the wind. So. Here is where We end, and I begin.

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC

f-white

trail

Setting down the icier path, my steps are sure. The moon, launch-lost, hangs a tentative smile in the fading blue. I spy the unfolding future in my compass face and deem it wise. Thusly determined to keep my heart aimed at the sky. You already set your course, Dark One, away from this wilderness, and into the wind. So. Here is where We end, and I begin.

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For many months now relationships and I grew apart over that time I developed a cold cold heart colder than the villainous Mister Freeze if you please Icier than subzero in a pinch In short, I was mortified of becoming attached My last relationships had become like Big Rigs over the road racing... before the patch But alas this personal trend was destined to end I finally met someone, who melted the snow within So I thank you my dear, for shattering the ice that began to make up my life please don't take this lightly, because I didn't get like this overnight

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC

neroameealucard

Cold Cold Heart

For many months now relationships and I grew apart over that time I developed a cold cold heart colder than the villainous Mister Freeze if you please Icier than subzero in a pinch In short, I was mortified of becoming attached My last relationships had become like Big Rigs over the road racing... before the patch But alas this personal trend was destined to end I finally met someone, who melted the snow within So I thank you my dear, for shattering the ice that began to make up my life please don't take this lightly, because I didn't get like this overnight

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despite it all there's still my body with animalistic intent looking at your lips eyes and hands those mud pool eyes swamping and sinking driving me all kinds of crazy hands icier than winters’ most desolate day shock me with their stroke render me no more an object of your affection attention bearing overwhelming little paper doll fold and tear new dimensions in which I shall exist swear to me i am no longer needed truth be told i’ll never believe you your mouth mimes one thing but your eyes they flash telling me otherwise do you have any idea the damage that your hands once did not hurtful in the sense but the shivers they subjected to my spine were cruel in their own right do not lure me in with barely there surrender hollow promises flood my empty heart each crevice awash once more with the hope that this time you won’t leave me swallowing for air you are missing from me not i, missing you

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC

amee-leigh-atkins

infatuation

despite it all there's still my body with animalistic intent looking at your lips eyes and hands those mud pool eyes swamping and sinking driving me all kinds of crazy hands icier than winters’ most desolate day shock me with their stroke render me no more an object of your affection attention bearing overwhelming little paper doll fold and tear new dimensions in which I shall exist swear to me i am no longer needed truth be told i’ll never believe you your mouth mimes one thing but your eyes they flash telling me otherwise do you have any idea the damage that your hands once did not hurtful in the sense but the shivers they subjected to my spine were cruel in their own right do not lure me in with barely there surrender hollow promises flood my empty heart each crevice awash once more with the hope that this time you won’t leave me swallowing for air you are missing from me not i, missing you

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Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying *** good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone, hence nada worth ache cry though ah share a preference not hood die yet if push (shin the atomic bombardier button) combs **** hove Eli zha would be nowhere in sight, thence salvation might be sought from a common (sad dulled) horse fly to bring deliverance (due ling ban joe plucked solo) to this guy who reckons, there will no time to converse ‘cept as mentioned earlier me high knee will be the sole recipient I will spout hot air and confuse the burst of flatulence from ma bare swaying per suede bell bottom as an echo – loud and clear that used to be mode of en dear mint ‘tween muss elf and spouse – wherever she may be ‘ere a presumption, she met her demise amidst radiation with fear and loathing uncertain who to vent her angry glare understandable to pay price for the folly of heir don trump – perchance he too got vaporized as faux icier flakes flittering among the global debacle – where jeer grim reaper will be feted as like at a fancyfeast with choicest bit of human remains of the doomsday, and immune to perilous nuclear fit loosed upon the terra firmae, where most every metropolitan center ground zero but with heavy-duty weapons of mass destruction, one need not make a direct hit cuz the deadly fallout will make the entire globe tuff Hester and become liquefied bubbling as one large snake pit thus no more poetry competitions – **** – yet writing aye will not quit but scratch out whatever thoughts seem worthwhile *** ping will discover bunched inside a iron made in USA trivet and held tightly sealed via many makeshift rivet.

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May 26, 2017

May 26, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

My Contingency Measure in case of...Armageddon

Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying *** good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone, hence nada worth ache cry though ah share a preference not hood die yet if push (shin the atomic bombardier button) combs **** hove Eli zha would be nowhere in sight, thence salvation might be sought from a common (sad dulled) horse fly to bring deliverance (due ling ban joe plucked solo) to this guy who reckons, there will no time to converse ‘cept as mentioned earlier me high knee will be the sole recipient I will spout hot air and confuse the burst of flatulence from ma bare swaying per suede bell bottom as an echo – loud and clear that used to be mode of en dear mint ‘tween muss elf and spouse – wherever she may be ‘ere a presumption, she met her demise amidst radiation with fear and loathing uncertain who to vent her angry glare understandable to pay price for the folly of heir don trump – perchance he too got vaporized as faux icier flakes flittering among the global debacle – where jeer grim reaper will be feted as like at a fancyfeast with choicest bit of human remains of the doomsday, and immune to perilous nuclear fit loosed upon the terra firmae, where most every metropolitan center ground zero but with heavy-duty weapons of mass destruction, one need not make a direct hit cuz the deadly fallout will make the entire globe tuff Hester and become liquefied bubbling as one large snake pit thus no more poetry competitions – **** – yet writing aye will not quit but scratch out whatever thoughts seem worthwhile *** ping will discover bunched inside a iron made in USA trivet and held tightly sealed via many makeshift rivet.

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