Best Thawing Poems

I sat quietly and waited, making the noises he had come to know, calling him in his newly given name.  His face would appear, cautiously calculating my intent, he would approach.  The promise of food and gentle touch too much to deny. ...

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Passion sweeps my body,
As I feel you drawing near;
And though I may not see you,
I can always sense you’re here;

I feel your hands engulf me,
Your embrace breaks all resolve;
The chains that keep me prisoner,
Are beginning to dissolve;

I’ve tried to fight these feelings,
But the battle now...

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snow is melting and the forest is thawing
and birds are singing a symphony as I walk a snowy path
where snow and withered leaves mingle
and the clouds sail across the sky
I come to a clearing and stand
spinning still in the decay of winter and threads of...

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unfriendly brisk morn
before melted snowman prowls
whilst watching the dog
~
unfriendly brisk morn
melted snowman melts falls
drip dropping melt so
~
frizz brisk temperature
melting waters drains off curb 
because of the snow

12/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©...

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hanging from the eaves
long dripping fangs of winter
icicles melting



Date written: 02/13/2021...

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Well I have finally made a conscious decision to change me
To leave the game, let it be
Time to recover from this struggle from the pain,
The path is clear already lain.
My feet frozen stiff scared to move on,
But these ghost have got to be gone.
To allow...

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worm moon shines through rain 
           slushy snowmelt on vast plains
                   winter in full drain
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"It is flowing," murmurs the river.
"It is freezing," scrunches the frost.
I'm watching it thawing....

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Ice shrouds over the hunched houses
where blood and flesh huddle and wait.

An ice ravaged 
face rears up from an invisible earth
its fangs blackened by a tooth-aching light,
more flesh piercing incisors
dagger down from the clamped
and sunken roofs.

What wreckage there is, is buried
hidden from sight, but it...

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Thawing Out

Hooks
holding
icy gloves
frosted hats and
empty overcoats
hang by tightly shut doors
winters adventurers drift
searching for percolated warmth
beckoning aromas guiding them
gathering greetings, thawing each other....

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The mill wheel would not turn until the spring,
the ice, springtime, thawing, now showing bling.
The mill, now in motion, mill pond, full spate!
Hark, the grinders grind flour for bread, can't wait.
Fickle the weather, the water freezes,
hard frost, the mill and pond, motion ceases!
What grain was...

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All Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch

Something remarkable, perhaps ...
the color of her eyes ... though I forget
the color of her eyes ... perhaps her hair
the way it blew about ... I do not know
just what it was about her that has kept
her thought lodged deep in...

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My buddy will always be
like poetry.

But sadly,
the poetry itself caused suddenly
an emotional rift.

And I thought
she will be standing firmly
at her stand
and I would remain feeling
stupidly upper hand and silently drift.

But she
proved herself to be the better one
just to make me realise graciously
a real buddy bond...

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