Best Frostiness Poems
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
8#
Her hands
Stopped me
To pick evenings
9#
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
10#
The alien woman
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground
11#
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
12#
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
13#
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
Made waterfalls
14#
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
15#
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
16#
The summer rain
In exasperation
Took wings to raid the moon
17#
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
18#
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
19#
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
20#
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
21#
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
My forebodings
22#
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
23#
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava
24#
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
25#
A wolf entered the graveyard
Unannounced
And annoyed my wife
26#
Sarah my wife
Lumbering
Dizzy commuters
27#
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
28#
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
29#
Morning bell
Wake up call
I want to sleep
30#
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
31#
My dog Pintu
Hydrophobia
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
32#
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar
33#
A hard slap
Stammering
Hurricane Sarah will win
34#
You have gathered enough winters
Woman sighs
Leave one for me
35#
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white
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oh delicious, thick, gooey, rich and layered hot fudge,
And loads of peanuts on the bottom and layered to the top;
Finished with silky whipped cream and more fudge,
Eight inches tall with mounds of soft vanilla ice-cream.
Oh the rich melting hot fudge mingling and dripping,
So sweet and ridiculously good on a sizzling summer day;
A treat to-die-for, so heavenly yummy and decadent,
Of course after, you may need a little nap to recover.
Oh and dream and dream of that cold velvet ice-cream,
Divine, exquisite, delightful, the frostiness swirling within;
Such a vision, and a beautiful desire that must be fulfilled,
I find myself saying, Peanut Buster Parfait, please.
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September 19, 2015
Verse
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First Place
Coolness
Sublime coolness
How I missed you
Flowing into the house
Your feathery touch
Brushing my face
Lifting spirits
Coolness
Filling the body’s vacuum
Inhaling and
Exhaling too
Breathing you in
Letting you go
Chest rising and falling
Walking through coolness
Arms cut the air
They displace it
Then place it
In a basket
Like fruit
Stored against winter’s hunger
Licking at air’s coolness
As it flows over and under
Like a kitten’s tongue
Lapping the milk’s sweetness
Or a child’s energetic gorging
Of a cone’s silkiness
Whether vanilla, strawberry or chocolate
Coolness
Not yet coldness
Nature’s balm
Building a nest with the
Thinnest of sticks
Insulating, protecting from
Winter’s frostiness
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100th version
CADAVER
(a philosophical dissection)
Dissection hall-bedding the dead,
The air thick with formalin,
Moving blades, dissecting-
The stillness in front.
Frostiness of death, biting-
The warmness of breathes!
Cadavers at peace,
Motionless and still,
Dead and fighting to decay,
Naked bodies-
With veiled existence!
I wonder,
If the dead had left some stories to tell,
Tales that neither made the pages of story books,
Nor been recited at bed sides.
If the dead had some songs to sing,
Melodies that neither echoed in the stars,
Nor rolled-down with the rains.
The untold stories and the unsung songs,
Can never be dissected out,
No matter how sharp the blades are!
the frigid air snaked across
my skin and left it tingling
with frostiness
the windchill scoffed at me
with it's hautiness as the air
swirled around me
I seek shelter and refuge
from the intensely
frigid elements
sunlight's rapiers
scale the ice from blades of grass -
flaking frostiness
MAN;
I was all doom and gloom in the zoom
when the past second died,
A man surely has kicked the bucket
I was told, but I shan't believe
If so, when will I give up the ghost?
Fear;
This one is less romantic, young me
which mob will moan me- then let's all die
If not, its just me - on a beach.
This laudable slayer, I desecrate not
I yearn for your empathy, eh, less pity on me
Time;
your dear friend and his frostiness
I feel more sympathetic, I feel your pain.
Your kin and kindreds, all gone - just the fierce
and yourself to mend the rest.
History is fisty, misery is misty
And Death;
fie upon you amid all good
mirth you haven't given, some you've taken,
When all hope is done, you we shall demand of.
To me, guffaw not, for all you have not
Your soullessness is beleaguered, immortality renders you unhinged
Where does the snowy trail lead,
to a trapper's cache by the frozen river
or to a warm cabin glowing with embers,
this is the path that the handsome wolf
and its wiry neighbor the fox both follow,
stealthily searching for food to fill their
empty and cold stomachs.
A writer's trail is snowy at times
as the hunger trail of the wild,
which leads over steep hills winding its way
through the meadows of icy stillness,
bypassing a frozen pond where some
majestic moose carefully tread
while their nostrils flare from
winter's frostiness.
The trail is exhaustive to climb and food is scarce
but the untamed denizens reach their goal
as the ravenous writer who does not give up
and follows his or her dream.
In frostiness of December, crystal snowflakes enthrall,
It's a month I long remember, coming after colors fall,
A season of love and magic, when hope's everywhere,
As vivid lights and twinkling stars, together fill the air!
Written on 11/14/2021
For: November or December Quatrain Poem Poetry
Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Reminds of folks frostiness,
Blanketed dismissal grown,
But snow can become a man,
Lower element.
6th November 2015
We revere our gorgeous snow queen
She wears her ethereal regalia with purpose
Many people shy away, totally intimidated
It is snow queen’s plan, for her heart is fragile
She has been terribly hurt; you can tell by her eyes.
She is now purposefully frosty and standoffish,
So people will not take advantage of her giving nature.
Snow queen is hoping to never have her heart broken again
Not only by lovers, but by acquaintances and colleagues
Who take advantage of a woman who is generous and kind
Snow queen’s family and best friends see past her façade.
Sad, but understanding why she has had to build walls of ice,
She forms a glistening sight, enhancing winter’s diamond-like aura.
Snow queen wears her frostiness with jewelry like majesty.
Keeping her heart safe, so no one can hurt her any more.
SEA PAST THE MAST
For most folks I know……..
that which has come to pass is stowed well away in the past
They’ve cast off the shadows and shelters of their history
However my past is wedded to withering woe and the winter’s wind so blistery
Betrothed to the frigid frostiness of fear and a foregone conclusion of catastrophe
While frustration takes center stage
With rage as my bounty yet confined by a cage
Penned up without a pen to jot down random thoughts and notions
Impounded and pounded by a mallet of emotions
Shut in by shame and a game only losers are allowed to participate in
As secular spirits are secluded secretly with the insight to anticipate sin
I am hemmed in, cooped up and enclosed within a crate indicated by hate
In my case that which has come to pass is also my tomorrow while my tomorrows leaves me aghast
A state in which I’ve too often been found in the distant and most recent past
It’s as if I am a once strengthened sailboat,
a sloop that used to split the waves to weather well and willfully the tides
A vessel that now hides amongst other sails with a splintered and superfluous mast
While the heralded headings homeward toward is that which a compass shall never confide
Forced to suffer the forecast of failure and the sea’s strident stringency in stride
But the very saddest thing of all about what progression relegates to the past………..
Is that the vapor of this very millisecond has become a part of the past so fast
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I keep my counsel
Secrets hidden from others
With open eyes
Looking interested
Too open they think
Yet slammed shut
Tightly and with good reason
Trusting no one
I appear invincible and self-confident
Listening to their secrets
Telling no one
Understanding their frostiness
Wearing them down without trying
For their sadness recognizes mine
Still I do not share
Trusting no one
wishing for snow
Light grayness of the sky brings a needed coolness
Sprinkle of snow gives me a preview of November.
I yearn for more, loving the frostiness of December.
november gray sky
a startling frostiness
Jamie cussed the weather,
there was black ice on the road outside,
she told her husband
"If it doesn't get better
We're gonna freeze to death tonight"
The wind was howling louder than she'd
ever heard in her life, as if trying to mock her,
& that frostiness sliced like a knife
Her husband went to bring in some fresh firewood, they sparked it up and soon the warmth was feeling oh,so good
She said "Thank you for going out, and doing that for me"
Her husband said, "You know I've always got your back, I'll do anything you need."
By: J.N.R Dutton