Best Melted Poems
My broken heart melted like butter
when the heat of your love hit me.
My soal soared out of the gory gutter
where my ex pretender plunged me.
Lead me to the pinacle of your heart
where life and love beam sweet rays...
Rid me of the pains that tore me apart,
and let your desires drench my days.
I used to love for the wrong reasons;
lured by fair faces and fluffy figures...
I was taught bittersweet lessons...
till you offered me timeless treasures.
My broken heart melted like butter...
when your sun crept into my room...
You saved me from a cruel clutter
and gave me glow for my gloom.
It was a magical time. It was youth and exuberance; It was excitement and discovery; it was innocence. It is now just memory, ah, but once it was the reality of sunshine and butterflies. The seeming timelessness of youth is a realistic illusion, when no thought of such days ever ending or even slowing, would enter young minds.
And we were there when …
Whistles of steam locomotives were heard clear ‘cross town as the enormous engines puffed their way along steel ribbons … in the winter months, sled rides, snowball fights, and ice skating … the summers brought sunshine-filled days of bicycle rides, swimming holes, fishing, and sandlot baseball games …
In the fall school started again, and both old and new faces illuminated our days … there were football and basketball games … cheerleaders … after-game dances … and, finally, the garnering of a drivers’ license.
Then, quickly it seemed, school, college, military service … that first big-time job … meeting that certain someone … little feet running about the house … another job … another high-school class reunion …
Quite unexpectedly, something triggered the conscious realization: Our youth had slipped away. It was a process of erosion … slow … consciously unnoticed, like the melting of an ice cube …
It was then fond old memories began seeping back into our thoughts … Some of those old memories were shared with the newest members of our families … sometimes they’d demand: “tell me again …” and we’d comply …
The Days of Wine and Roses have given way to the Days of Rhyme and Proses as we read days of retirement away … through a Kindle book.
… and those memories are a beautiful reminder of yesteryear … and encourage more memories yet to be made.
You swear your word is solid
as a silver serving spoon
Well, why does it always feels like
another mis-spoken dog day afternoon
Hotter than July
in the middle of June
Cast iron sky
making fainting hearts swoon
Butter pecan words
all dressed up in their Sunday best lie
Preaching our turn to live the good life
will come in the bye and bye
But now ain’t the right time to be asking why
Melted ice cream promises
dripping on our hand
Dripping between the fingers
Two scoops of empty hope given again
Mint chocolate chip words,
supposedly solid as a silver dollar
Ain’t nothing but soft I Scream jingle heard,
making us wanna wipe our hands off around your collar
A gallon of Vanilla bean utterances
all packed down in a pint-sized box
Truth freezer ain’t working though ...
just more soft sugar cone lies given to the poor
Saying you don’t have to feed the muzzled ox
Though laboring all day,
we shouldn’t be given minimum wage pay
Melted ice cream promises
dripping down on our hand,
giving everyone sticky fingers
But please understand,
we ain’t the ones doing the stealing
Stolen dreams, stolen hope —
Two more scoops of soft black walnut can’t-cope
It’s hotter than July
in the middle of June
Melted ice cream promises
dripping ... dripping ... dripping
from your silver spoon
Give me two more scoops of my favorite I Scream
Melted ice cream of broken promise dreams,
giving us Rocky Road nightmares
But you still swear
you really do care
You still profess,
you silver-tongued devil,
how generous you are,
as we keep getting less
The heat of your verbatim lashes at my hide
Red heat surfaces with the morning light
Serenades of moans and breathless catcalls
Inhuman indecent oblivious to the voyeurs
Hidden by drapes and nostalgia
Morning shower washes the scent away
But the sheets remain for the nights rebel
Stage two recall we shall join again
Never ending taste dripping from my lips
Melted within your arms entangled in your loins.
Earth, Fire And Melted Stone
Before this earth's life ever came to be
space held earth, fire, red-hot melting stone.
Only later came the covering seas.
Still, with no growing life earth was alone.
After man appeared, great changes were brought
destruction began on a massive scale.
Now we can see the trap which we are caught
it damn sure looks like a dark piece of hell.
Could man ever find truth and thus refrain?
Will man's greed then truly be satisfied?
Always his power mad lusts this earth stain
in his black heart thinks he is deified.
Earth, fire, melted stone can not withstand
much more destroying this beautiful land.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2016
Sonnet on Destruction of too much of our forests, rivers, lakes and streams.
We must use those treasures wisely and not destroy that which it took many, many thousands of years for Nature to create.
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 106
I had only just begun to understand
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.
I took all forms,
Just to fit his molds,
I varied from bitter to sweet,
Depending on what he needs.
I coated him with comfort;
A sweet strawberry dessert,
He devoured in one bite,
With a gluttonous appetite.
When there was no more,
He turned on the stove,
He set me on fire,
With all his selfish desire.
Sweet chocolate drips,
From his succulent lips,
That filled him with bliss,
For just a few minutes.
In today's world, where the old citadels of disciplines have melted like mist at dawn,
We now live in modern sanctuaries where the sky is pierced by towers of glass,
A society of fitness temples, skyscrapers that touch the sky with steel fingers,
Banks pulsing like urban hearts and genetic labs weaving the future from genes.
The twenty-first century is no longer a world of disciplines but a realm of achievements,
Where the inhabitants are no longer obedient subjects but architects of their own destinies,
Pushing themselves to be entrepreneurs of the self, sculpting their existence from the clay of time,
For discipline has given way to the will to excel, and obedience, to the desire to shine.
In the flow of consciousness, I lose myself among images of towers embracing the sky with shadows,
Where every soul becomes an artist of their own existence, seeking perfection in reflections,
A waltz of ambitions and dreams intertwining in rhythms of continuous and relentless progress,
A world where every step is a step towards new heights, a journey to personal infinities.
My thoughts wander through corridors of glass and steel, in search of hidden meaning,
Between the desire to understand and the constant need to create, balancing dream with reality,
In a universe where everyone is a pioneer on their own path, an explorer of the deep self,
An endless story of humanity being rewritten with every dawn of a new eternal beginning.
Slowly through the skies,
With the hustling winds anew,
Tiny flakes fell with a white misty hue,
Falling through,
Dancing along,
Swifting around,
Though many fell on the ground,
Some fell over me,
And few had shun my eyes,
So as i sat across the bonfire,
And through this own fire,
Burning deep inside my soul,
My smile would always be there,
Waiting for her,
And just as the light of the sun would melt this snow flake,
She would adjust to my bitter cold mind
This is awkward the way stars smiled at me tonight
they had a peculiar twinkle in their bleary eyes
the night mist also melted a just bit too more
getting emotional that my soul had abruptly left me sore.
Going far away miles is no easy job ,life does and often it does
she was on that train walking away far and far miles away from me
the train wheels crunched and crackled refusing to move
knowing my jagged heart that was torn groove to groove.
Her lovely face had those two tears -the pearls-that spoke her inside
she was overwelmed and knew that all right, and was engaged in a fight
in a fight ,to make an appearance to tell her dearest that she was quite all right
her lips trembled and her lovely nose snivelled as her pink cheeks suffused
she was on brink and emotionally wired and fused..to go she was about to refuse.
Our link was that outstretched hand and palm and finger tips
that touched in adieu exchanging the love electrical charge
the pair of palms shook and shook and then held firm on hoove
the train whistled and chugged,that heartless engine,making it move.
A gasp of pain escaped and longing darted to eyes that met
she had to go and I had to have a devil's heavy heart
she stood transfixed to the door as that cruel bogey groaned
I was on an amble trying to keep up the pace as the spectre loomed.
Faster and faster, the train moved and she was just a point
and for me the life had lost meaning and became less of any points
Somehow I did labor a return to my pad sighed and watched the sky
the star smiled awkward and the night mist melted a way too much.
We reunited a month later in a rousing manner.
Frozen frame melted.
by Cate Rock
A seen frozen in time.
A tape i can not rewind.
I cant pull out the movie and replace it with a happier one.
I cant write the book and make this better.
I cant erase you from my mind.
...Why wont this tape rewind?
I look around and i see him.
That smile, that laugh, those warm hands.
That kiss...
All of this i know I'd miss...
That voice hollow yet warm.
Those arms that hold me and protect me from the storm.
A love so sweet...
The sweetest man you'd ever meet.
A hug a kiss... a deep passion i know I'd miss.
A song in the car as we sit and talk...
seems to have started this all...
How i love my new friend.
But should i love him?
We'll have to find out at it's end.
Submission date : 2009-03-03
It took eight and a half years
You finally melted me down
Dribbled me on the floor
The liquification of me
Not needed any more
When I had started
I was so strong
I worked hours on end
Was part of the team
Took part in your dream
Some how I got lost along the way
To much heat every day
Not noticing the signs
Lost inside the lines
Unable to comprehend
No longer able to pretend
Now I am a different shape
Cooled within the mold
Put on a press and rolled
Up for auction and sold
Left to the highest bidder
Sold and more than bitter
So the dance begins again
Yet I am not the same
More familiar with the game
I will protect myself
Refuse to be put on a shelf
I will not be pushed aside
Melted or undefined
I am much stronger redefined
My new armor is asbestos lined
Meltdown Contest
I pulled the trigger.
You melted in my hands.
Flowing like silver lava,
As hot as dragons breath.
You taught me many things.
How patience is a virtue,
Timing is everything,
And in life you will get burnt.
I stayed with you
Blinded by you power.
Breathing your breath.
Standing strong and
guiding you.
Alas, with all true loves
it had to end.
No fault of yours,
or even mine.
I still carry the marks
you left like some sort of
fallen warrior.
But they only remind
of pride not of pain.
One cold winter day, I formed a great big snowball
as big as it could be with my tiny hands.
I pressed it very tightly, mittens on!
Proud I was of it. It looked so grand!
Home I went to store my snowball
in the freezer. My brother,
befuddled, took it out.
It melted so small
as it lay there
on the floor -
puddled!
April 16, 2018
For the Contest of Line Gauthier
A Melting Snowball poem -decreasing line by line in syllable count from 12 to 2.
He took her inside the shelter
Of his heart where he could melt her
With the warmth of his romance
Hoping she would take the chance
To live freely and secure
Not afraid and so unsure
That her mind won't make her leave
His care to make her believe
There's a whole world to explore
If she opens up the door
And unseal what's inside
That's making her run and hide
He caresses her with softness
With a small spark of hopefulness
She will slowly come around
In his arms so strong and sound
That will hold her and protect
From all the other neglect
She's felt leaving her so frightened
Leaving her senses unheightened
To know how true love would feel
And if its gonna be real
With a man who's wrapped her in
The warm touch upon her skin
That releases a new hope
She might be able to cope
As her hearts melting away
In his arms she will not stray
Her mind saying this is right
Comfortable in this delight