Best Iciness Poems
One step I go back, and
I see you holding my hands...
With a smile, walking down the lanes.
Yesterday I acquainted me in you
When your hands grabbed mine in your fears
With such reliance, allaying down the pains.
And Today when I stood still
I saw myself lost in despair
When my hands sorely waved you goodbye.
Another step I go back, and
I see you resting on my shoulder
With an ease, breathing out all your whimseys.
Yesterday I held myself in you
When you hugged me in your tenderness
With such peace, grieving away all the hearsays.
And Today when I fastened myself
I felt I betrayed your trust
When my arms direly opened to free your life.
Further I stepped to go back, and
I see you lying up on me abreast
With an intimacy, desiring all your fondness.
Yesterday I mellowed my soul in yours'
When you lusted me in your reverences
With such warmth, melting down all the iciness.
And Today when I lie down
I realized I burnt my essence
When my deity hollered out to coffined my soul.
Yet I wanted to go back, and
I see my shadow fading out slowly under the daylight
With such isolation, deafing all those mirthful moments.
Yesterday I was in a state of solitude
Till I acquainted with your heart and soul
With such reliance, peace and warmth, gratifying all forbearance.
And Today I am back, where I was
I raged as it was hard to believe
When my heart panicked to say you GOOD-BYE.
Everything was green and lush as I walked the hiking path,
little did I know that soon I would be hopelessly lost and
entangled by the forest with foliage impermeable. I walked
miles. Soon I was weary and so thirsty, I knew it was a requisite,
even perhaps death, I needed water soon or die. Suddenly a
needed precipitation, a sweet drizzle of cold rain falling on me from
twisted branches above in the tree canopy. I cupped my hands and drank.
Stillness surrounded me, not even the birds sang, all was quiet.
Pausing, I then heard the sound of water in the distance calling to me,
and I started to walk in that direction, energized by the thought of the coolness,
running through the thorns and decaying fauna, stopping and starting,
twisting and turning. I stood there panting listening and still hearing water.
Then I rested on the decomposing forest floor and fell asleep and dreamt . . .
How did I get to this lovely place of waterfalls and brilliant foliage and a
river of icy blue flowing into a lagoon with flowers blooming and trees so green.
Every perfect thing you could image was before me. I plunged into the lagoon,
exhilarated. How I needed the hydration and I drank to invigorate myself.
Wonderful sprays of serenity held me and I never wanted to leave,
and under the moon I swam and dived in the emerald blue iciness, but
then, I awoke and knew I was not of this realm anymore. I was to be
eternally part of the icy blue, a water fairy dwelling in a beautiful lagoon,
reality gone, now I am the crystallization of water, a sweet hazy reverie.
From my watery grave, I whisper to you in dreams, come my lovely, come
and join me in the misty blue, oh it is magical where I dwell in water deep.
In my realm all is tranquil and peaceful and we can float free and calm,
rest your soul in my crispness all the night, come my lovely, come. I promise,
you can leave when you wish- or perhaps you will stay with me in the icy blue.
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April 1, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Elements Part Three- Water Fairy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-773-743-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 3: Water
sponsor, Brian Davey
First Place
All avenues are amphibious arenas
Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs
Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures
Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, disappearing duskwards
Every eye echoing every eye, emotional evidence enveloped
Fake furs, fashionable fools, firm friends fleeing flowing firmament
Garrulous girls giggle, grizzled gangsters get going, gravity gyroscopes - ginormous gloomy grey gusts!
Hapless Harry's hairpiece hovers, hesitates, hovers higher, hurriedly he hopes he has his hat,
Intimate iciness infiltrates irrepressibly inside,
Jaunty Jack's japery, just jaded January jokes - jigsaw justice
Kilted killers, kleptomaniac kangaroos...
Lame laughs, low lamplight, laser liquid lines lash lustfully
Mercurial miasma mercilessly merging, mournful men mutter miserably
Nobody needs niceties, navigating newspapers, nothing new now
Ordered out over oof owed, obstinately offering old objections
Pavement pool-puddles pose problems, precautions probable, prayers perhaps...
Quintessential questing queens querulously quarrel,
Rain rushes relentlessly, rudely, rapaciously
Sizzling, steaming, slip-sliding silhouettes, soaked saturnine suits seething
Terry the tiger-tamer, tastefully tattooed, taking time talking tactfully to trembling tramps
Undernourished underpass underclass, underwhelmed under useless ubiquitous umbrellas
Vulgar victors, vim-vigour-verve, voraciously vanquished, vanity virulently violated,
Waistless waifs, wasted wastrels, wrestle with wicked westerly winds
X-rayed, X-rated
Yesterday's youngsters yellowing, yawning, yearning
Zero zest. Zilch.
SECURITY BLANKET....
YOU were my security blanket
nothing on earth quite like it
I LONG for you to wrap me tight
miss the MOST important person in my life
this pain cuts deep like a knife
your always there to make things right
you made my dark days fill with light
now my sweet Angel you have taken flight
hold back the tears with all my might
do you know how much YOU mean in my life?
to have you as my blanket I sure did WIN
your sweet voice lovingly letting me IN
your so comfortable like a second skin
I miss ya so much Mom where you been?
your warmth like no other comes from withinin
wrapped in protective comfort I start to grin
the calming familiarity about to begin
in my saftey blanket you comfort my fears
dried an abundance of salty tears
reassured me that youd always be near
kept your word year after year
did what yo said you were gonna do
LOVE being wrapped up in the warmth that is uniquely YOU
look of Love on your adoring face
your my safe warm comfy cozy place
I wanna be wrapped so tight in you right NOW
I cant get it just right just dont know how
how do i get warm Mom what do i do?
my body cold as ice here without YOU
colder by the minute such a chill
please come hold me tight need my fill
ths is a nightmare not a dream
cuddling w you was so serene
you where the one who truly mattered
I start to shiver my teerh frantically chatter
a iciness has enveloped me body and soul
no way to get warm like days of old
my heart freezing chilled w pain
until you wrap me up in your
Warmth once agagin
In light of good memory of how things were, a woman stands unguarded.
Pleasantries, talents, and secretive skills.
I offered to you a drink, allowing you in.
Thinking I had chosen carefully over 37 others. This vexed me.
Read and reread the commentary side-by-side distant eyes and sad smile.
Extracting honesty from typed remarks.
When our eyes met for the first time and you had a smile that broadened
As I drew nearer through a sea of hurrying people, just knowing that it was you.
You felt like home, like mother's sweetened tea.
Later, a little scared to let you drink from my cup, to be your rebound.
You did not hold back your ale, I let you lead.
That first drink of you that sip of your lips, melted the iciness of my demeanor.
My thirst for you consumed better judgement. Intoxication of the moment quinched by your touch.
Offered to you my liquid that sheltered liqueur. Wine housed away deep within me.
Robust when allowed to air. Poured out slowly not to be bruised.
Your skin, your touch like sweet cream. Pouring into me.
To you I poured back mead. Whispering softness in dim moonlight.
Delightful nothings in each others ears.
Trusting the sincerity of a drunken mind.
Rapture in sleeping with you the first in a long time.
The next morning you left the taste of vinegar in a short, curt kiss.
So now several days pass and nothing not a hint of you anywhere.
I ask for closure you respond with the crux of the matter.
Hurtful this declarative statement of wanting to taste test more.
Almost more than I can bare. Though i did not mind being the mouth wash,
Removing the bitter taste of a day old tequila from your palate.
The aspirin for this hangover of past drunkenness.
Codependency in a relationship to this drink.
But that was not how I advertised myself.
You did not follow directions and warning labels.
More to the point, that was my lot in this sell in our path of life.
How we should meet, and offer coffers to one another.
Now I close this cask, and my cellar save what is left for another.
For I am not a lady who can stomach cheap beer and the after taste of malted hops.
bathed in such splendor
in front of us blue water -
verdancy behind
how very cold it is though
like ice, it cuts to the bone
this frigid beauty
I let my eyes feast on it
ignoring the cold
the scent of pine is wafting
I breathe in tranquility
breathing in fragrance
I let the iciness go
my love shall warm me
the fresh trees and ocean air
can’t compare to his sweet warmth
July 14, 2017 for the Contest of John Anderson
Guilty of Innocence
Love – has always been guilty – as charged!
No jury necessary to reach this verdict.
Guilty!
Of breaking and entering in the night,
bypassing the security system,
stealing its way into a locked heart.
Guilty!
Of softening the edges of resistance,
melting the iciness of doubt,
soothing the confusion of feelings.
Guilty!
Of opening the drapes of loneliness
allowing a warm glow to permeate –
from inside out – the entire being.
Guilty!
Of turning the face into a silly grin,
glazing over the eyes in wonderment,
raising skipping feet off the ground.
Guilty!!
Of infection with infatuation’s gaze
addiction to its trembling touch
deafness - to all but its scented “whispers”.
Yes – Love is Guilty!!
Of kidnapping the lovers,
of wrapping them in the essence of its innocence.
5/14/2015
submitted to – When Love Was Innocent – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Justin Bordner
I walk alone on the twilit road,
Watching the stars in the ebon sky,
Dancing and twinkling in the air,
Playing hide-and-seek between the clouds.
The familiar scent of the home fire wafts,
Beckoning to the traveler,
Promising of hearth and cheer,
Warming the iciness without.
The chill wind whips around,
Taunting with its icy blasts,
Screaming like some frozen demon,
Released from an icicle prison.
The icicle lined gables rise ahead,
Outlining the glowing windows,
Telling of hearth and cheer within,
And smoke of the fire wafting about.
Yet, before the snow-dusted door, I stop,
Listening to the song within,
And also to the song without,
Torn between the two.
I back away from the door,
Listening to the song of the wind,
And the needles of the pines,
Telling me to stay.
Scent of roses and carnations, ooze
from her short flower dress;together with the smell of her body,
he finds her so irresistible. Her hair, blowing in the wind;
inviting eyes; a body shaped like an hour-glass; her voice....
all make him feel like unbuttoning her dress, and revealing
her bareness, like a flower bud opening up into a rose.
As she sits in his car, she slowly spreads her legs and licks her lips; only the thighs
are visible to his sight. He is put to the test; he eagerly wants to make
love to her, but possible it's not. She's his sister-in-law, and his conscience
struggles to restrain him from even looking directly into her eyes.
He feels like ice protecting its iciness, outside in the Sun; his body sweats,
fingers tremble, and knees weak. As a woman she sees the signs; she knows
it all too well.
He has reached the heart of seduction. Difficult to be faithful to his wife now....
Her iciness gaze ensnared my foolish heart.
I was cast in the role of a comic swing.
Her infectious smile entices my depart.
She led my nervous hand to the Devil's ring!!
I was cast in the role of a comic swing.
Allow me to nosh your savage side, she roars.
She led my nervous hand to the Devil's ring!!
Submit now and brace yourself for a wild floor.
Allow me to nosh your savage side, she roars.
Her touch was thrilling as I sooth her body.
Submit now and brace yourself for a wild floor.
As I drew close to her, I grasped the fury.
Her touch was thrilling as I sooth her body.
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
As I drew close to her, I grasped the fury.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
Devil claims she is a sinner, not a saint.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Her quest was not one to be taken with faint.
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
Her infectious smile entices my depart.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Her iciness gaze ensnared my foolish heart.
Written: April 1st, 2022
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Checked by HMS.COM
Luminous coloring
Mountainous pyramids of foliage
Impending iciness
The iciness of his smile
seeped like osmosis through the crevices
left on my face by the squint rooted
on fires of a loud and angry sun.
A tempest stormed across the dusty, red sky
following the wake of his Packard of no color.
His eyes with their misted askant look
found us like the rain
and the dark clouds took cover.
Unowned feathers fled the frightened fields
like tumbleweeds amid superior dusts of sleep
wielding easily the pale club of the wind
and swirling the soul of a flower strike.
- an utter-able chill -
Where lurched the deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned new fragile yellows?
Spoiled and stale like the scant and stunted ears of corn
not able to sprinkle the acres
that had fallen into battlefields.
Picket's Charge in woods that stuttered and clapper-clawed
songs that stirred the few scrawny birds that stayed on.
Sharecroppers in the Dust Bowl
walked on loose strands of primitive tightropes.
One could hear the blast across the Great Plains
all the way to Boise City.
Blood oozed from the side of my palate,
decadal fertilizer at long last leaching the dry ground.
As I lay dying -
he reached toward the heavens – swanking the deed
and cackling like a hexed slime eel.
I wanted to offer you a drink
refreshment after a day of grinding labor
respite from the heat
so I peeled and chopped some fresh words
squeezed a cup of tangy words
an eggshell full of frothy words
a sugar cube of sweet words
a jigger (two) of tipsy words
and blended them vigorously…
then slowly…
Enchanting,
the swirling spiraling fluidity
attention and care
Inspired by tenderness, moved by passion
mesmerizing patterns of
subtly shaded sustenance
sparkles of fire ironically flashing
from crushed iciness
When I reached for my pen
to pour it all out with
that demon of bygones
who lives in the attic
decided to bark.
I was startled and jerked
Pavlovian dancesteps
toppled the poem
which spilled on my desk
and my lap
and the floor.
Damp with frustration
blotting up sorrow
nearly surrendered to stainedness
the voice of the giver
who’d set me in motion
reminded me of
ample drops that remained
full of the essence of
care.
Drink
drink deeply
drink and be well.
Autumn
A fine time of year
Its not the same as the other seasons, remember
Autumn has an exceptional allure and aroma
Autumn is the time when the elements are askew
Neither friend or foe,neither beast or beauty
Winter It's not the season I savor
The unwelcomed anguish
The atrocious winds and the inhumane iciness
and a yearning for daffodils to revel themselves
Springtime when nature will absolve itself of winter.
Arriving with a placid assuage.
Rapidly maturing into summer
The abundant days of summer,with its unkind heat
Days once ardent
Will soon quench us again.
Returning to autumn
A fine time of year.
Oh, damned February,
As you breathe your last
Exhale in farewell iciness
Cold crystals fading gasp.
Thus, is your fate in Northeast climes
A fickle season’s whims and wonts
Harsh winter backing slow away
retreats before springs warming taunts.
Subtle hints of flowing sap
Bid farewell to your fading bluster
And lo, within the frosty mud
Snow touched Jonquils boldly cluster.
So, pack your bags but rest assured
Your next year stay has been reserved.
John G. Lawless
©2/28/2023