Best Frosted Poems
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house there by the sea where you wove that tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea
With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand
And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before...we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one...and still I wanted more
The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again
You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So...when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
~~~
In loving memory of my Dear Papa
Categories:
frosted, sea, winter,
Form:
Quatrain
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea
With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand
And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more
The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again
You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
~~~~~
Written: Jan 15, 2011
Author: Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest: Let's See
4th Place In - Anything goes contest
In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.
Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on to
pick-up and deliver cargo in the West Indies. Although my time with him was short,
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.
~~~~~
Categories:
frosted, girl, life, me, sea,
Form:
Quatrain
"Frosted"
A penny for your thoughts?
Scratch that thought.
Thoughts are worth more than pennies
Thoughts are legions of brilliant glistening diamonds
shining dormant undiscovered in a deep deep dark cave
veins in the walls of The Catacombs blood art fuses lit
burn and sizzle bright like gunpowder travelling from the Throne of Amygdala
to the Kingdom of the Pounding Scarlet Brave
beats in time with intent and purpose
when the music ceases -
TRUTH
seen very clear
as through untainted glass
binoculars not necessary here, my dear
Windows of your soul unfrosted
Will see lost love at last
Pennies on your eyelids
mirrors covered with vintage grey
army surplus blankets
trapped in the ashes
dust to dust
open the curtains, move outwards every pain
let the Light and fresh air in
You're alive again.
Ain't that strange?
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
Categories:
frosted, black love, courage, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
take a frosted walk
clad tip to heel in baked pumps
cupcakes for your feet
Categories:
frosted, art, bridal shower, creation,
Form:
Senryu
That girl gave me the coolest kiss,
as the snowflakes were falling all around
I felt like I was ten again,
making snow angels on the ground
That long red-haired girl,
with the mint breath and the frosted lips,
made a fifteen-year-old hipster like me
wanna do backward somersault flips
When she gave me that surprise kiss,
it felt like time had frozen completely
as a fire started growing inside me
That girl with the flame-colored hair
was melting me
That girl with the chocolate chip
ice cream tasting lips
was turning me into Mr. Frosty ---
as the snow ... man, it kept coming down
I think I'm in love with her,
but I forgot to ask her what is her name
Next time I see her,
I'm gonna tell that girl with the frosted lips,
who gave me the coolest kiss,
to put me at the top of her secret admirer list
Categories:
frosted, girl, kiss, love, youth,
Form:
Free verse
[frosted]
frosted
oak leaves tumble by
my mind is wind
Categories:
frosted, introspection, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Blooming since temperate days of Fall
fragrant red roses were frozen
wearing sugar shawls of snow
gelid crimson petals
beneath a blanket
of winter white
slumbering
draped in
frost
Laced
flowers
shrouded in
crystalline ice
swaddled the roses
to preserve the beauty
until frost melted to dew
warm in the renaissance season
when nature gently awakens Spring
Categories:
frosted, rose, snow,
Form:
Nonet
Winter sun is yellow gold
Making mud run of melting snow
And Carolina clay is frozen hill
Where kids sled and play at will
Frosted sky with cotton cloud
In the eye of guy driving snow plow
He’s hard at work while we all play
All school kids search for snowy days
Categories:
frosted, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you know the self-control that it takes,
To only eat one bowl of Frosted Flakes?
To eat the box is my goal,
So I’ll use a mixing bowl,
And pour on the milk like it comes in lakes.
Categories:
frosted, food, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Eyes reflect a fireplace glowing,
Moonlight has its luring say.
Wrest the cork, the wine is flowing,
Laughter eases care away.
Glasses clink through frosted windows.
Reminisce when first they meet.
Face to face on propping elbows,
Whispers pillows ever keep.
Passion molds a cryptic sculpture
Shaped without a reason why.
Love creates a mystic culture,
Words attempt but can't define.
Gene Bourne
03-12-14
Categories:
frosted, allusion, assonance, celebration, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
He can't stop rhyming.
His mind races in cadence and timing.
Writing muses from within,
In both darkness and light, they begin.
Put to paper, in one pen stroke,
No force edits, and none of the hoke.
Modernists may very well blaspheme,
Believing they write, in deeper theme.
Cluttered words, and punctuation on a page,
As if contortion, should serve as the gauge.
A rhyme might accidentally appear,
but only in likeness, feeling quite 'impure'.
A well-known Frosted poet, left readers stunned;
This poem's title may find you, unknowingly punned.
This Flake will write, as his mind dances,
Until proven otherwise, he'll take his chances.
7/26/2017
Relatively new to PS, this first poem tried to poke fun at modernism. I grew up with poems that rhymed. I was surprised by the number of free verse poems and their popularity. Being on PS has allowed me to broaden my idea of poetry. I've learned that Free verse is universal, while rhyming is limited by dialect. The best lesson I've learned is that less is often more. It is surprising how a three, line 20 word poem can say so much. I'm still a rhyming addict...
Categories:
frosted, art, funny, humor, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
frosted, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
Mountain crest frosted in cold snowy white
Sparkling with countless facets of pyrite
basking in the golden glow of sunlight
With feathered wings, to the top I'd take flight
Summit's beauty is enhanced at twilight
Shadows frame the majesty of its height
As the sun bows low, my eyes glimpse the sight
of sheep scaling the mountain for the night
Rising from the ground, like a stalagmite,
stands this monolith mountain of graphite.
Infused with the radiance of starlight,
I pen the visions that bring me delight.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
August 25th, 2016
Categories:
frosted, beauty, mountains,
Form:
Monorhyme
Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford
Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime
-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014
Categories:
frosted, father, father daughter, growing
Form:
Ode
I ate a whole box of Frosted Flakes
Oh what a mess that sugar makes
I'd do it again
but diabetes set in
Just smelling it still gives me the shakes
Mdailey 9/30/11
Categories:
frosted, food, health,
Form:
Limerick