Best Frigidity Poems
Intimate musings are part of a poet's repertoire;
flights of introspection and reflections,
savored more when shared with kindred spirits
A poet can speak to another poet
with an intrinsic mutual understanding
that our words comes from deep in our heart
Words are the currency of our soul
Thus, I must speak poet to poet
with words weighed carefully in spoken gold
When I sometimes write in the first person,
it doesn't necessarily mean I'm personally talking about me
I'm simply the face of a poem,
emotionally bonding myself with my words
to better convey our common humanity
I write of things experienced by others,
and some of those things may have happened to me also
Then like a layer of clothing, I don it,
it becomes a living, conscious part of me
Therefore, I can now be that cold-hearted person in a poem,
because I've intellectually embraced that frigidity
Wrapped my mind in the essence of a thing,
of which I can now write about with depth and clarity
Sometimes only a part of me is in the composite of my poem,
one bit of biographical fact embedded in the story
The person I write about may not always actually be me,
but I become that poetic persona to better help the reader to see
something I wanted them to experience vicariously
For lack of a better word, name, label, whatever ...
Call me an amalgamated man: a collection of bits and pieces of
everything I've ever seen, heard, thought about ... or things I've
heard someone else say or do --- it all attaches to my psyche like glue
This is poet to poet, from me to you
To help give you a better understanding of how I'm able to
write about the things that I do
Poet to poet: feel free to help me better understand you
The poems I write may be fiction or they may be true
Everything I write about is a bit of me,
it's a bit of someone else, maybe even a bit of you
Which part is actually me you ask --- I give the Silent One gesture ...
Shhh ... you just never know who you're talking to
In shallow waters, I look out to sea.
Small waves are lapping, giving me a sting
upon my legs with their frigidity.
My body, with my thoughts, is wandering
as I wade farther, ever farther out.
Beyond the breakers, I would love to go.
Could anybody even hear me shout
if I were caught inside an undertow?
A splash of violet on twilight’s sky
reminds me I must stay nearby the shore!
Deep feelings surge like waves. I want to cry.
How beautiful it is, yet I want more!
Vast ocean, like my dreams, is out of reach.
I turn away and wade back to my beach.
Feb. 8, 2017 one of my biggest disappointments for an N/A last year
Now entered for Line Gauthier's "Another Stunner 2017" Contest
Daddy always kneeled--
but it was Momma who prayed,
as he spread lips that couldn't dissent,
no matter how much they trembled.
She was always naked for him
bleeding babies upon the floor,
while he explored their cradle,
fingering walls absently--
assessing her foundation;
Momma prayed for simple things,
blankets and frigidity--
anything to create separation;
Where naked wouldn't matter
under the cloak of autonomy
and the only grasping thoughts--
would be her own.
Come back dear,
my empty apartment
longs for you
with its door wide open;
bring with you
those candles of love
and light up
every corner of it,
drive the frigidity away
with your warm smile,
bring some rain, a
handful of sunshine
and few poetry;
paint the rooms
with the rain
so that you can
drench in it
whenever the heat
of life touches you,
let the sunshine glow
whenever you need
to keep the pain away,
and decorate it
with your beloved poetry
so that you can talk,
listen to them
every now and then.
Come back dear
into my heart
my empty apartment!
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Contest: Empty Apartment
By:kashinath karmakar(11th Dec.2010)
I was attracted to her troubles, her artful exits,
her love was terrible, she hurt me in all the right ways,
hides behind the tall tree of my inspiration
whistling like a playful truth easy to please & difficult to release,
says goodbye kindly & curiously as a dream departing under duress,
just when you thought she'd tell you the password to Heaven
she would scamper away as shewolf suspicious of where she lay
or prowling on the scent of prey,
I fell in love with how she fought mistrust and 'bad odds'
teaching me that patience often rests on hurtful wisdom,
but when this woman chooses to gallop into the gallery of my growth
wild and willfully, I quickly comprehend a true friend,
promises and time need not be bartered for
since emotions and experience are the blessings of our bond,
as my Poet Girl grows stronger, sings louder, strides prouder
I ponder happily that the only timepiece the Cosmos holds
is the connection of beating hearts, the affection of unjudging reception,
and now, above the melee of my routine I see her blazing towards me again
not falling near, rather raising me to that innocent & infallible trail
where tears become diamonds & frigidity faints in the arms of faith,
her love is no longer so terrible, more so terrific as temptation,
however, she continues to sharpen her blade on the bone of my breastplate,
and I resist not the mercy of her dangerous kiss -
J.A.B.
What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping
Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a
Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives,
A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth
Behold the ice butterfly.
Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a
Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide,
It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the
Thickets barren wilderness.
Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm
Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective
Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped,
Within their graceful wings of ice.
Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so
Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven,
A cascading blizzard of snowflakes, blissfully descends
Upon a wintery wonderland.
Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free
Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather’s
Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each
Other in wild abandonment’s carefree play, drifters
Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief.
As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's
Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled
Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose.
The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering
Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural
Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity.
Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed
Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath
Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's
Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing
The evergreen beneath the powders white.
Villanelle : Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Nor of how déchets comets shunted life to arid earth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Wildly lashing oceans marked the limits of our maws
When travel slithered on foot mountains did us girth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
How many the astral bodies how shiny the lights of yores
Would clog up the firmament to keep us from eternal truth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Flights of human minds forged in the blasts of quasars
Can in no way enlighten the frigidity of the hearth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Even if life down hère could have evolved brazen bizarres
Pluck not excuses from the skies aloof to comfort us in mirth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Much rather stop this brilliant race from owning stars
Than believe in the sacrosanct rule of space by earth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Will life be chaste if we stoke more monstrous maws
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Someday soon
a season that is very harsh
will overtake us -
be it in the summer
(when the lack of rainfall
and autumn's chill are obliterated
way past the fall,
leaving mouths parched and bodies sweltering
beneath an unrelenting sun)
or whether it be in winter and beyond that season -
(when fierce frigidity worsens
and below zero temperatures
have people freezing
in their very own homes),
this fifth season will come upon
all people of the world.
Many will wonder . . .
what does it mean?
Those in the know
will be prepared, not just physically,
but spiritually, emotionally and mentally as well.
Prepare yourselves, good people
who understand my meaning.
Be prepared and stand not in fear.
Nov. 7, 2022
For Anthony Biaanco's "The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Clay mold
matters not humidity
Skin taut
worries not frigidity
Sky grays
in a mood morbidity
Drops fall
on my skin's rigidity
Softens now
arms and legs begin to crack
Eyes blink
surely there's no turning back
Move me
but please leave my soul intact
De-shelled
left in love to be exact.
Funny Robbery
Hiccup
Stick-up
Resort for Primates
Gorilla
Villa
Country Singer Sounds like a Bird
Trilly
Willy
Small Town Dump
Village
Spillage
The Party Pooper
Thriller
Killer
Frigidity
Chillness
Illness
A Deathly Calm
Stillness
Illness
Measure of Happiness
Smileage
Mileage
To have a successful marriage
It is vital to know four golden words
It’ll forever be your anchorage
To use, ‘Whatever you say dear’
When an argument heats up suddenly
Calmly whisper the golden words
It is sure bring the temperature down
When anger brings frigidity
Snuggle close and shower butterfly kisses
Gently whispering in his ears
The forever golden words
Rain or shine, sickness or health
These amazing words enchantingly
Allows you to live your life your way
you make me break free
you see the good in me
you challenge my method of man
you soften the cinder block of my plan
you warm the frigidity of my soul
you loosen the reigns of my control
you show me the newest familiar art
you give me lovin' that is truly off every chart
you taught me about the treasured island of love
you taught me how to take off the protective glove
you gave me a reason to love and to live
you showed me the meaning to share and to give
you mapped out the better ways in which to go
you pointed me in the right directions to help me to truly grow
you picked me up when i was down, and with all your strength you carried me
you showed me that i really matter....the day you agreed and married me
When the chilly weather arrives to northern zones:
feel its frigidity slowly enter the tiny pores of your skin,
and penetrate your unprepared and shivering bones...
snow may be coming soon, even before the jolly Christmastime;
and if snowflakes is what you crave, hear those silver bells chime.
If I were a kid, on a snowboard I would ride
to feel the thrill of magical winter everywhere...
have you noticed how peaceful it is outside?
I lean on the windowsill to stare at the monotonous, white sky...
underneath it, all trees are covered with snow so fluffy and dry.
It would be nice to hear the warbling of a timid canary,
to melt away some of the boredom in this afternoon,
because no joyful words can be written without harmony...
not even a painter would feel inspired as in other seasons,
unless restlessness forces him to paint snowy sceneries.
I should brave the cold and take a brief walk,
making the first footprints in the soft snow...
greeting folks I often meet by the oldest oak;
and conversing with them on the same park bench, I can reminisce past winters...
and as our loud laughter echoes through the solitary pine groves, daylight dimmers.
As we move from the Piscean age into Aquarius
Will mankind accomplish universal brotherhood?
Come together as one, world peace
Within 2000 years, projected, unsure?
Divided, agitated and furious, internally
As citizens, help us, humanity
Macro-level, intellect, reason
Deeper truth, love and prosperity. Cotqueanity
Malice, frigidity, fixed sign, rigidity, stubbornness
Of thought patterns, these set to hinder
Already terrorism and conflict threaten the objective
Belts of the world at war, bombed as a cinder
Principles isolated from the heart, cease this
Negative outlook, give hope, give desire
Those who have gained learning in life utiise it
To accomplish something in life, tear down barbwire
Age of Capricorn coming, bring on the goat
Generations later, reading Age of Aquarius, anecdote
doe dolphin
bud dew-bedecked dawn
things all these
past and gone
grow wall,grow wall
not the corn
flats- villa- duplex earth adorn
Veiling wardrobe vying with roar
sumtuous sex to seventh heaven soar
frigidity flirts with feverish flair
relishing euphoric ****** rare
poems popcorns petty prudish puff
licentious thoughts and roads all rough
hi hello friends vile vagrant words
as if unruly shepherds'herds
write not,write not,tell I myself
business brings this power nor pelf