Best Melt Poems
Too many cold nights
would follow these hours
FIrst frost will destroy
the blooming moonflowers
Because,WInter goes and WInter comes
Snowflakes melt our paper hearts
I want to preserve moments
before they' ll be the past
I just want to hold you
and make each second last
I want to taste your sweet words
breathing velvets on my lips
I want to feel your kisses
treading softly on my hips
I need to hear your lyrics
whispered in my ear
I want to let my hair down
cascading on your tear
I want to beg for your love
Be fondled by your touch
Want you to give me butterflies
Tickle and make me blush
I don' t want to make memories
But you won't be here
One day I'd call your name
pretending you're still there
Too many cold nights
would follow these hours
FIrst frost will destroy
the blooming moonflowers
Because,WInter goes and WInter comes
Snowflakes melt our paper hearts
Wet rain will cover palm prints
in the forgotten sand
New fingers trace your laugh lines
where I no longer stand
Stars wouldn't recall our waltz dance
and places that we've been
They won't remember falling
in once upon a dream
Hardened and solid white
thinly coated in icy tears,
so cold becomes the heart
devoid of love for many years.
No fires kindled in it's chambers
the beat still steady, but growing faint,
I accepted it and did not care
to even issue a complaint.
Time ticks on and changes hearts
even the ones that cannot feel,
I needed to know about love
what its like when it's for real.
So caress this heart of mine
so gingerly as you take,
because a heart so frozen
can still crack and break.
Let it melt away slowly
instead of rushing to defrost,
with gentle warmth near me
all fears will become lost.
My shyness, too, disappears
when trust is truly found,
resting in your palms
fingertips embraced around.
My heart is your trinket now
held closely to your own,
heating to a glowing red
what once was cold as stone.
Temperatures fall on this late September day
She paces, thousands of times, back and forth
along with the soft sounds of Lionel Ritchie playing
in the old sitting room,
the room where they spent many a night
lying in front of a wood burning fire
sipping wine and sharing plans and dreams,
she peers out the large casement window
in hopes to see
if the mail had been delivered
if there was a letter for her
he was usually there by now
but the snow must have slowed him down
finally he has arrived.
That long walk to the end of the drive
bundled in her warmest jacket, scarf wrapped tightly
underneath her pure white ear muffs
wearing anything and everything
to keep the elements at bay.
finally she arrives
Her heart races, and with one peek, she smiles
grabs that letter and just cant wait
closes her eyes and holds it close to her face
she can smell his musk
she can imagine his soft touch
delicately she opens it up and reads :
My beloved
I long for the night when we can be together
to run my fingers through that silky hazel hair
tread my kisses down your neck
rub my hands across your soft toned olive skin
to slowly and passionately kiss you
like a real woman needs to be kissed
My beloved
I can't wait for the days I can hold you tight
when I can protect you
pamper you
make sweet love to you
My beloved
You are in my every thought and in my dreams
I think of you before I sleep
and again when I wake
I can picture those salty almond eyes
gazing into mine
until the end of time
My beloved I shall return to you shortly
I L U
I'm Yours Forever
Tears slowly fall down her blushed cheeks
The cold no longer bothers her
and her sated heart and the snowflakes begin to melt
Winter roll up your white blanket,
I loved your snowflake kisses;
And your pure beauty,
I will miss you, dear white;
But it is time to go.
Spring lay down your rainbow carpet,
Tree's put on your gowns of green;
Bird's get busy nesting,
It's Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring;
Time for a celebration.
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March 20, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Winter Melt
Copyright Protected, ID 770-119-16
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Celebration,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
melt with me against a toxic sunset of lust
light the burning candles
illuminate the red hot metal lanterns
dive naked into my arms raw
take of my flesh as i take of yours
lose ourselves one in the other
devour the creamy liquid of my origin
and i the nectar from your petal
wrap yourself in the flag of me
i too will fly your colors
let us wage a war of sex on one another
and leave no border uncrossed
Crawling my fingers through her silk-like hair
I softly touch the rims of her ears with my palms
I drop my elbows and slowly caress her cheeks
I then, lower my hands and tenderly cup her fruit
So to warm her blood
With her eyes lightly shut...grasping hold her waist,
I pull her in...close to me
My eyes wide open...as I watch her melt
At that split second, right before our lips collide
I close my eyes
And we melt...together
Kissing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
12-12-2019
*Placed 2nd
The color of blood unchanged,
flowed in the stream of time evolved,
as ancient singular ancestor etched
footprints of humanity on the globe, explored.
Common lineage thriving insulated,
splintered into diverse lineage of races,
physical traits got typified,
melanin played with color on the skin.
Born free under one seamless sky,
equality pines in veiled deprivation.
Unkind history modulated
the misplaced sense of superiority.
When in bleached sky the black clouds melt
in silent rain of unseen tears of pain,
and the heavy air toxic with hatred suffocates,
I can’t breathe.
June 11, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Jan 29)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Beneath the heavens
An endless garden
The summer sun sneaks
A wink of amorous warmth
Seeks an ardent love
Walking not alone
Humming full of wonder
Critiques, and ponders
Knocking at the door
Of yesterday perfect love.
Crave to release the world
Bound to the pages
Page by page
Another night to drown
In the waves of his
Moonlight blue eyes
Nestle deeply into his soul
Melt and fade away in his arms
Savor honey kiss once again
The Strawberry moon rises
Light cast shadows in darken absence
Smitten with utter stillness
Whilst she weakens giving up to the world
Its myth beneath the heavens
3/26/2020
On a starless rainless night
'fore my eyes...
The last of the snow-hill,
Wind-blown...
Melts
Left...
Is wet-marks,
On cobble-stone
Till, the next snowflake...
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Drops
In the twilight of troubled silence, where words melt into shadows,
I delve into the labyrinth of thoughts, writing the soul's silence in notes,
Each letter born from the pulse of my hands, keeping the secret enclosed in blood.
I let the words flow from my fingers, so they wouldn't turn into screams,
To preserve the quiet of the bitterness that would have burned my throat.
I wrote all my secrets, leaving my soul bare,
Spilling everything I knew, everything I never wanted to share.
Each whisper caught on papers, each secret forced to remain unspoken,
Thoughts that ran through my mind like a herd of endless sheep.
My soul was written in notes, as my blood turned into ink,
I wrote until my hands were blackened, and my mind remained empty,
Until every strand of pain gathered in mute words,
And my thoughts were too heavy to be spoken.
So, if you ever meet me, the girl with blood-like night,
Ask me about my secrets, the ones I was forced to write,
Under the mask of silence, ask me about those shadows that keep my soul,
About wounds that heal only on paper, left in the abyss of my silences.
In the evening lights, where the echoes of dreams float silently,
Find me lost among words, lost among silences,
And you will see that the magic of melancholy flows through my veins,
A sad fairy tale, an untold story written with the ink of my life.
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
ever so softly, my sweet,
whisper my name as you linger
in my loving embrace;
feel the warmth of my breath on your face.
chest to chest, can you feel
my heartbeats against yours as we
surge through the pulse
of passion's flickering flame?
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
come closer to me, i implore thee,
let's stay the night under the jealous moon.
as your hungry eyes meet mine,
let me taste heaven in your kiss.
yes, my beloved, kiss me to resurrect
a dormant desire that used to rage
like a hurricane. let our hearts
be carefree as twilight grows feet to run.
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.
What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation?
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration
Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.
Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
The candle wax melts
The rain outside pelts
Irish men wear kelts
while we eat patty melts
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe.
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.
Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled,
a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree,
his glacial heart disperses rocky scree.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head.
Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed
for him to see, her child she's failed by degree.
Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe.
His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed
though she still sees his arms widespread,
perhaps, a mother's love can intercede?
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread.
Unless his anger's dampened it may spread
destroying the bonds of sweet felicity,
if she can not hold on to love's thread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.
Son can't you see the sun high overhead
upon his cheek a tears falls silently,
with her arms outstretched his mother plead
and on her shoulder he rested sullenly,
as ashen storm clouds brew.
All those sentimental Christmas songs with romantic pretty lines
like "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" or
"As Long as you love me so, let it snow
let it snow,
let it snow" -
I'd love to take the feeling of nostalgia each lovely phrase invokes
and wrap it around me like a warm woolen cloak.
But words do not suffice,
and imagination, no matter how sweet,
will not see me through a long cold winter's night.
I look up at a sky ablaze with stars.
They cannot match the light within your shining eyes.
I want to BE with you, snuggled by a fire,
the steady glow of your adoring eyes on mine;
the touch of your fingers on my face;
and the touch of my own fingers, trembling, as I trace your smile
before you lean in for the softest, smoothest kiss.
Oh, for the beautiful melt of the season
as the warmth of REAL sensations soak into my skin.
No, a mere fond memory simply cannot do!
N/A on July 7/18 in the Mid-Season Premier Contest
any theme, any form, max of 25 lines
Now used for Janice Canerdy's
'Any Poem That Got NA'd in June-July 2017' Poetry Contest