Best Icebound Poems
I hear the winter call my name
in syllables bereft of breeze,
ethereal through silent trees
hypnotic in their leafless maim.
In sheerest blue of morning freeze
the shadows drape from rimy limbs
while through my head a matin swims
that beckons past the boundaries
of culture's polished monotone.
I'd ramble the denuded scape
past hoary waters' icebound gape,
to arcane winds my caution thrown.
Across the dawning's lambent sill
the winter calls. I hear it still.
Categories:
icebound, longing, nature, winter,
Form:
Sonnet
Nestled with the glittering elements,
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms,
drifting like arctic embers,
towards cerulean twilight skies,
beyond frost covered pains,
littered across glacial clouds that linger,
swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of
topaz teal stars,
enveloping my cobalt soul beneath your
cashmere caress—
we behold the wonder of an
opulent crescent moon,
cradling our kismet love, in
vows of our balsamic destiny, ever
sanctioning icebound purgatories
buried deep in our bones, in
flurry feathered snowfields,
guiding our
souls back home to our halcyon hereafters,
where I’ll sit throned as the
queen of blizzards,
wearing a crown of bleeding splinters.
Categories:
icebound, feelings, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
Ursus Maritimus ...
I entered your world in quietude, slipping through the granular, soft.
Long slats to feet parting the frozen. Cold of a previously unknown
Extreme, nipping, sharp, the epidermis with ardor. A Mid-May akin to
February, homeward, first warning of extrinsic ire, ignored. Hours of
Similar (sobering) revelations ensued, supplanted by days, weeks,
Moons ... reality - icebound and born of abiding trial. The basic
Elements staggering, swallowed by the providence around me. A
Vastness beyond vast, afar ... crushing cold of limitless value, each
Sunrise a new contingency for measure of my insignificance. How I
Adored you for your beauty - such reward for the naked eye, there
Amidst a denuded struggle. Shaped by eons of selection into a
Creation of perfect form and ease, as at home with desolation as
I at a warm hearth and aliment. Moving sprite through your environs,
All senses attuned to the mind's axis ... at once knowing and known,
Master of a savage domain. Every dynamism a fluid dance, every
Steamed puff of exhalation a waif of delicacy, bespoken. Do not the
Gods aspire to such? If there were deities afforded such barren and
Bleak scapes, it would be none other than you - as exquisitely
Magnificent and divine as the forbidding but breathtaking element
Around you, my brother. Yet, I fear I have doomed you, for others
Will now follow ... others who find no such elegance in anything
But graft and greed. By the simple act of watching I may have
Sealed your fate, firm and grim. So, I will not turn to admire you
As I leave ... but rather keep you forever as a phantom in my mind
And heart and longings - to let you devour my spirit and join with
You, ever after straining to hear the echo of your lonely, distant
Growl, the one that so often haunts my thoughts and meanderings,
Dark and cold in the arctic night, dark and cold in the willows ...
Deep and frozen and dreaming, of your gleaming and breathless
Beauty. If but mine to touch ... to know. Forgive me and farewell ...
Brother Bear.
Categories:
icebound, animal, appreciation, beauty, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Lament
Brooding days,
Vanquished in the unconnected gloom,
Shower frost,
Standing watch at dawn to pierce the morning
With an artic tempest,
Swirling ‘cross a land lost in forgetfulness:
Sighing
Beneath borderless views of snow unbroken,
Where nothing dare disturbs
The unchanging vision
But a single line of footprints
When skies of grey and bleaker daylight
Lean so close to earth
They lay their heaviness upon a homeless wood sprite
Wandering in the raw breath of twilight dawning,
Caught by phantom gusts
Spiraling down,
Shivering as the brumaled wind
Runs its fingers
Through the marrow of the soul
Where slumber languishes,
Icebound
As plodding steps
Frantically searching groves of tangled silver linden,
Pursued
And haunted
By the relentless midnight sun;
Errant fugitive,
Followed by the wispy remnants of a golden morning,
Trembling
As barren aspen branches
Beneath bright errant bursts of fiery lights -
Racing
Across
The northern sky -
Taunting
Tortured
Eyes
Seeing only to remember;
Grasping
For a single crocus
Plunged into yearning
Until the boreal shadows
Touch
The depth of darkness
Bidding nordic sprite to sit,
To rest,
Curled up against a frozen birch of black and white,
Taking final flight on tattered winds
Heralding the touch of sunlight.
Godspeed my friend
Categories:
icebound, depression, sleep, snow, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Bleak
Gray day,
Biting breeze
Offers portent
And tumbles autumn’s harvest of sere leaves
To winter’s foreboding, icebound doorstep:
Stacked, stands cordwood,
Shovels wait,
First snow
Looms.
Categories:
icebound, autumn, nature, winter,
Form:
Tetractys
Icebound winters stay freezing cold.
Caress the heart and free the soul.
Icons of winter amazement,
Chilling since mankind lived, ancient.
Luscious lights, a lovely dreamland.
Endless wonder sparkling, grand,
Sometimes requires help from man.
Sunshiny Florida can get cold.
Picturesque ice must be cajoled.
Around about sprinklers are set.
Rousing beauty from limbs kept wet.
Kindred souls that stay way up North,
Live where splendor is often found.
Endless sparkles icicle crowned.
12/25/2016
Categories:
icebound, beautiful, light, seasons, weather,
Form:
Acrostic
The Heart of Spring
Spring's heart slips through small winter cracks
Breaks through brumaled icy attacks
Coaxes snow and ice - melt away
Ignores icebound pleas to stay
Hoary whispers silenced - turned back.
Spring dances through towering clouds
Selecting raindrops for a rainstorm crowd
Rejoices in lingering days
Giggles as the rainbow strays
When sun and storm shed barren shrouds.
Spring plants a kiss on wintry cheeks
Bids adieu to hibernal pique
Spins on toes of warm affection
Laughs at mistral's misdirection
Heartfelt greetings from hiemal peaks.
4-29-22
Categories:
icebound, heart, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
It was a very balmy midsummer night
shadows danced with me under starlight
I heard a nightingale cry out for its mate
in that moment joy fled. I became sedate
My mind swirled with thoughts concealed
with something I no longer wanted revealed
I heard a whispering voice from my past
a fleeting memory recalled that didn't last
I felt the need to capture the recollection
a face, a touch that held tender affection
But much too swiftly the reverie took flight
the memory faded like the haze of twilight
A chill replaced the night's warmth I'd felt
I heaved a mournful sigh then slowly knelt
Another memory lost within a frozen mist
Of being embraced and my lips softly kissed
Flickering moments leave me without a trace
of what used to be. Was it a loved one's face?
Thoughts flutter in my mind, a befuddled place
that's becoming difficult to accept with grace
I've lost threads of my life, as if icebound in time
in silent corners of my mind, no longer in prime
The night has grown cold, my body shivering
lost in the mist of memories shadows, quivering.
Categories:
icebound, age, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Abundance bone chilling, defrosting everything, fells great herbaceousness, icebound January kills lawns made nearly opaque, quelling riotous snow. Toppling under volatile winds xylocopa yearns zealously
By Mandy Tams
Categories:
icebound, nature,
Form:
ABC
Two true taboo nocturnal friends
Bedeviling the vernal places;
Un-men unto un-town's undead ends,
Under wrinks in mansworld's faces;
Take care me boys, wear Wolfrat clothes -
Make sure you're tooled - tooths fully bloodied?
Put yer foot in ther gutter that 'Overworld' loathes,
Splosh mirror truths Ministers muddied.
Rah, in the street-wright night-boy club!
Be prey, but with Lionheart essence!
The hungry punk-hunt shade that coin-eye pub;
Beware those sado-mermaid's fluorescence!
Beware those sirens, strident scribes,
Evade the Lamp-rayed Hag of Hoar!
Abhor the barb'ry boo's of the Boozeblooded Tribes,
Fear the Head-Rider's ritual roar!
And hide from those trackening opal eyes,
through which blind the Lopeful Coghagi pries -
You must weather the trail of the Bufferjudge Snail,
Whose pregnant tongue licked dead your railbridge braille.
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Go, but beware every towner! fearless be, me boys!
Your game plays real monsters, that dread light-world's lost toys.
Go, snuck under covers, worlds without Mothers, going down,
Below bewildered barrowers in semi-detached mounds -
Over crows' roads, to ausider's ground
To un-town's electrical woods
To the alleycaves icebound ancestor's found
Where Messy-'A's were named in saints hoods.
In those estates of homeless air,
Cracktheadrals of drizzle in stars,
Go, urchins - nuke town to show you are there,
Re-score the old world's oldest scars!
Bring plaster peace, scrawl boundaries,
Two Pilgrim imps watch n sign posts -
Dripped under zipped walls of all crawling sundries,
Crossing the Freightmines of neon-roped ghosts.
With your chats, plans, laughs, paths run,
Why do it, ink 'round them Weird Wenders?
You scorned ghouls fly there for glorious fun
As humans - not those over-town pretenders.
Then, minxing in, to light world
Where un-town and-town blend
Hide your goblin masks, your darkness of pens -
And part home with big hugs, as any-world friends.
Categories:
icebound, city, environment, friendship, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
I am flung against the drab ashen phonon sky, weighted with ghostly iron clad jaws of bitter winter's grip, biting the feather-flared Doves gravid with fatigue from the ill-laden onerous air. The rough-coated dog with ice-tipped ears had surrendered to the corridor of gutters in the toilsome cold, a fugitive of neglect of his own demise. In this empiric city, a shrine of humankind, vespers of frozen conflict rose up from its bowels, like sweat from otherworldly gargoyle watchmen of stone and mortar atop the surrounding spires of fortune. Beneath the steeples of holy crosses and frozen muted lights, faceless, heavily cloaked phantom transients trudged through half stacked drifts of dirty snow moving farther away from hazard, blinded in their apathy. The grimy yellow cab bedraggled on its mucky, viscous boulevard strained and bellowed as a labored oxen. Desperate, surreal sirens blaring from a distant byway echoed and purged from the back alley resort of homeless, despondent souls, laying like pale-blue corpses in garbage bins that sheltered their weakness - interred in their obscure tombs chasing their fate in a bottle of booze. And I stood frozen in the moment, displaced with the cold reality in my icebound, paralytic soul, shuddering with hurt.
ice laments silence
cloaked in bitter winter's grip
trapped in bitter spires
December 17, 2019
December or January Haibun Poetry Contest
Moments of Reflection - Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
Categories:
icebound, abuse, conflict, dark, fear,
Form:
Haibun
I’m that lost gem buried deep in the dirt
Spiritually condemned but my soul wasn’t hurt
I’m that underground king that ain’t been crowned
Frozen in time for a crime-icebound!
I’m that melody you play on your guitar
Universal poetry following that Falling star
I’m the imagination seen through my mind’s eye
Wondering where you are, wishing on a star in the midnight sky
I’m the steady beat around the shell of your heart
You wouldn’t feel complete if I wasn’t your counter part
I am the intuition that comes from deep inside you
The feeling arouses suspicion like the uncertainty of déjà vu
I am the butterflies you feel inside
It is the sparkle in your eyes, leaving you tongue-tied
I am that which is directly sent beyond the clouds above
It’s not a coincidence, for I am the vibrations of love!
Pixs of me can be found on The PoetryPub and Facebook..Jimmy M. Anderson
Categories:
icebound, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love
Form:
Rhyme
WICKED AFLOAT
He asails the Irish dawn-- avidly tore a hole in yellows
She in dreams --awaits his eyes blue-cast amidst the ice fog-- eagerly searches
Other maddened icebound maidens awaited longships and thrilling iron fellows
Weary of ice and snow -- encompassing thrumming asunder hearts --aborn to escape
Dragonheads emerge through ice clouds-- elate fragile idling maidens awake
Ships escort Thor's exhilerating beckoned iron hammered army
Categories:
icebound, fantasy,
Form:
Blank verse
FLUNG
against the drab ashen phonon sky
WEIGHTED
with the ghostly iron clad jaws
of bitter winter's grip
BITING
the feather-flared Doves
gravid with
FATIGUE
in the ill-laden onerous air
The rough coated dog
with ice-tipped ears
COLLAPSED
in a ravine of surrender
to the corridor of street gutters
SEEKING
shelter from the toilsome icy cold, he
WALLOWS
as a fugitive of neglect
of his chosen demise
In this empire city
a sovereign shrine to humankind
VESPERS
of frozen conflict
RISE UP
from its bowels like sweat
LEECHING
from otherworldly gargoyles
stone watchmen
SEALED
with mortar
high atop the spires that define
FORTUNE
at its utmost cost
Beneath these voiceless
STEEPLES
of holy crosses
PLAGUED
with frozen muted light
DRIFTING
through histories
STRIFE
for equality
now a mere picture of its
FAILURE
Heavily cloaked faceless people
TRUDGED
like blind phantom transients
SLOWLY
moving forward
through half-stacked drifts of dirty snow
as they
VEERED
further away from discontent
steadfast in the apathy
The grimy conspicUous yellow taxi
BEDRAGGLED
on its mucky, viscous boulevard
STRAINED
and bellowed
as a labored oxen
TRANSPORTING
the few to a suitable destination while
DESPERATE
surreal sirens
from a distant byway were
BLARING
like a young animal caught in a trap
ECHOED
and purged from the
back alley resort of homeless, despondent souls
HIDING
from the winter
LAYING
like pale-blue corpses
NUMBING
their pain with cheap wine
INTERRED
in their obscure tombs
of battered garbage bins
SHELTERING
their helplessness in this
SQUALOR
of ignorance and sadness
As i stood in the moment
DISPLACED
in this cold and wounded reality
my icebound paralytic soul
SHUDDERED
with hurt
WAITING
for the sun
Rewrite from "A Cold Day"
6-14-20
Brian's select H, any form, any theme
sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
icebound, anxiety, depression, emotions, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Through an ice age
Now the icebound world was completely
Melted to show the bone structure of
Algonquinsaurs
No head
The bone structure is
Pushed to the ground
By his two skinny legs
Who was he?
-Was he just a baby who's about to stand up and to run around the prairie?
-a being about collapse under the extreme anxiety?
-or a human who desperately tried to prove that he surely had lived here just before his death?
The ice age will come again
-Are you going to freeze your internal passion?
-Are you going to melt the ice with your passion?
The life is short
You
Rise from the ground!
Categories:
icebound, analogy, art, confidence, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse