Best Icicles Poems
crystal chimes of night
their tune carried through the wind...
dawn breaks in silence
December 16, 2019
Writing Challenge, December - Winter Haiku or Senryu
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Categories:
icicles, wind, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face
Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones,
(What’s so wonderful about it - this time of year?)
Shingles damp and slippery,
still I hold on for dear life
Fingers numb but clinging,
for without my seated sadness
on this peak above chimney ash
watching streams finding the edge
how else would those muddied
tear drop icicles form?
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Then I hear it on shivering vibrations
A voice from - out there - somewhere
A shadow beneath a flickering street light
Footprints in circles about the square
Moving in my direction
My silhouette on white cloud shimmies
A little to the side, for a better view
Wings - it has - she has wings
I blink a frozen eyelash - she is sitting next to me
A warm, feathery quilted wing about my shoulders
Chilled cheeks burn as I smile
and my heart melts as she whispers to me
“No more icicles”
Categories:
icicles, love, sad, winter,
Form:
Free verse
I’m watching the icicles dripping,
Reminded of ten years ago,
When I held up my grandson to watch them,
All the things then that I couldn’t know.
How he’d soak up so much he was learning
And prove to be clever and smart;
How his joy in our moments together
Would tattoo him right onto my heart.
How he’d love to hear all kinds of music
And would shine when he played the trombone;
How his passion for reading and language,
Which we’d shared, he’d continue alone.
How some interests would serve to sustain him -
New cuisines, tech advances and school,
While some others would fall by the wayside -
Making maps, which were detailed and cool.
There will be so much more in the future
That his mind will grab onto and hold,
But when we watched the icicles dripping,
So much living had yet to unfold.
Categories:
icicles, grandson,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s cold
It snowed
I shivered
I shoveled
A Solstice sun
Silently smirked
Iridescent icicles
Licked their lips
A crunch of crusted snow
Battled the scritch of shovels
Headless snowmen
Wandered in wonder
I shoveled
I shivered
It snowed
It’s cold
Categories:
icicles, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
ICICLES
On my eaves glass stalactites
Sunlight lenses sparkling pure
Formed in secret overnight
Future length of life unsure
But even if they fail and fall
They decorate my ugly wall
Categories:
icicles, nature
Form:
Verse
Icicles
Long icicles hang, one by one;
thick icicles shine in the sun.
As icicles melt
to icicles, svelte,
thin icicles drip till there's none.
January 6, 2019
For Contest, "Same Word Winter Limerick",
sponsored by Charles Messina
Categories:
icicles, winter,
Form:
Limerick
Milky icicles
hang from frazzled trees
desolate landscapes
Categories:
icicles, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Frozen transparent
Drawn daggers dangling downwards
Towards unwary.
Categories:
icicles, nature
Form:
Haiku
Flawless, danger thorns
One touch, blood flesh shall reveal
Sore icicle shreds.
Categories:
icicles, nature
Form:
Haiku
Fireplace
Holds many hearts
When it is cold
The warmth is refreshing
Snow falls outside the window
Icicles
Russell Sivey
Form Vignette
Entrant into Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown's "FIRE And ICE" contest
11/17/2012
Categories:
icicles, life, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
One dark and very cold night I decided to stretch my legs and go for a walk,
Stars were so very clear, if I stood on a ladder I, could touch the Dog Star,
Jack Frost is busy frost on frost sparkled and twinkled in silver moonlight,
The river and local brooks stood in silence only waterfalls trickled slowly.
A frozen mist floated down and rested over the top of any frozen water way,
Becoming denser, pressing nearer the icy surfaces I could smell sharp cold,
Standing on the bank in a frozen setting was a big old oak's moonlit shadow,
The tips of my ears tingled and my breath was rime, it was so very beautiful.
Layers of water slowly flowed over the ice, that water turned to ice in minutes,
Plates of ice covered with a frost clogging the runs and eddies everything still,
Icicles hung down from branches and the arches of a small bridge solid and strong,
In the morning ice would be levered up and broken, left to sail into the distance
Categories:
icicles, nature, water, water,
Form:
Prose Poetry
icicles gleaming
inside trees decorated…
man and nature joined
© November 7, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
icicles, holiday
Form:
Haiku
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:
icicles, beautiful, light, seasons, weather,
Form:
Acrostic
In the mild sun
of a quiet winters afternoon
the snow gives way
to running rivulets of water
softly flowing and dripping
from the edges of trees and eaves
yet the cold wintry air wraps her
icy fingers around the little drops
as they fall to the ground
they freeze, newly born in icy tendrils
hanging delicately, precariously
from the edges of the world
transforming the landscape
into an icy shadow of itself.
Categories:
icicles, nature, seasons
Form:
Free verse
Look at the Icicle.
It forms-
An ugly mass drooping from a cragged rock, the water
hardening before it has sufficient time to
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I've heard them called things of beauty by others, and
indeed I once thought of them as such.
But after today...
(Yesterday)
My father called me to tell
me that my Nine Year old bother has lukemia.
I cried for hours.
Today I found out that he is going to be alright, though he
will participate in outpatient treatment for three years.
I cried again.
And as I drove home from Dornbecher's childrens hospital this afternoon, I
saw the Icicles hanging from the rocks hidden in the shade.
I cried some more.
I love my brother Sean.
Categories:
icicles, brother
Form:
Free verse