Best Melting Poems

"Snowflakes Melting before the Diadem"

Winter is coming
and what then?
the dreams frozen 
snowflakes falling
we succomb 
tongues out waiting 
for manna, 
pills swallowed
for the diadem
needles of pine
instead of thorns
bedded,

the sweet sleep 
is coming, 
slowly it cajoles
swiftly it comes

the folded corners
sheets tucked in
the safety barrs 
raised, just so,
the...

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I sit here alone on these jagged sea washed rocks

the seagulls squawk

picking at left over food scraps

left in the sand 

smells from the hot dog vendor up on the pier

fill the salty air

the brisk breeze blows softly like your warm breath in my hair

melting moments...

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The moment I saw you
I fell in love with the universe.
Like raindrops rippling a still pond,
our concentric circles coalesced -
moving past duality and melting into oneness.


Susan Ashley
May 14, 2019


*dedicated to my soulmate and husband, Bill*


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Melting through glass like sand through the sea
Burning like fire through the evergreens
When you touch me
Fingers trembling in the extremity

Sprouting to life, a little blossom on a branch
Falling through rocks like an avalanche
When you hold me
My heart flits and flutters incessantly

Floating along a river with...

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Melting years, 
Moonlight  over the coast,
will-o´-the-wisps over the mountains,
like crystals of a rainbow.
Above the spacious valley
in evening glow.
Solitude in light misty blue,
an  insatiable longing.
Melting years, 
fading memories, 
dreams of silver and silence
and in the near forest
confident  loneliness.,
a silent day
below  retreating ...

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The humid air sweats streaming curls down the toddler’s flush cheeks like Fusilli hot from the stove. The golden ringlets cling to her forehead, bouncing like Slinky’s in front of her, blue-agate, eyes. The backyard’s sounds-bat cracks and wise cracks-surround her. Squeals echo from the...

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The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
            Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name Narwhal means one tooth and one horn,
   ...

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Come my darling with the nightsky
in your hair
And the rose buds on your lips
With eyes of infinite grace that
drowns my sorrows
As if eternity had lost my soul in its 
timeless beauty.

In a web of passion I'm entangled
by your love
By your silent breathing through
the helpless night
As...

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The snowflakes, white and pure, they ballet in
       Like newborn thoughts that surface from within,
we would be wise to treat them tenderly -
         just one harsh influence, they cease to be.

And...

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The beauty of diversity..
All shall join hands..
Come together as humanity..

One size fits all..
It matters not what size one wears..
Differences in race and culture..
Is the epitome of universal love..

There exists no hierarchy..
As the beauty of diversity is unique..
The uniqueness is what sheds light on unity..

There is...

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Melting your frozen heart.


Why do you refuse to feel my love?

Why has your heart grown cold?

It´s so cold it is frozen solid, 

beating ever so slowly,

for no one.

A warm smile, a calid embrace, 

a compassionate understanding

heart beating for you

right beside you

only for you

here forever 

trying...

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Freezing
       snow atop the majestic mountain peaks that tower above me
        will soon (as springtime in Happy Valley turns into summer) be
          ...

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Walking through life with chipped shoulders
weighing you down to the ground,
burdening the mind with stress and woe
numbing thought crippling the body,
with aching pain in soul releasing suffocation
from feeling trapped under cold ice,
buried alive with indecision.

Struggling to move forward from years of baggage,
stored in worry and...

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Our annual sisters dinner at the Melting Pot. We pay to cook our own food. The shopping done by the restaurant. We climb into a huge booth, tell jokes, stories, sing funny songs about serious stuff — some sympathize, others laugh not understanding this is...

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Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be not breached.

Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide.
Our forefathers could not ever predict
We would be as disrespectful...

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