Best Unfrozen Poems


Truth Flowing Free

Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme

Its trinity empiric,
three masks to deceive

Past, future, and present,
our dreams undefined

Outside of their stricture,
new presence unrhymed

Rejecting convention,
short sighted and slight

Imprisoning our vision,
with capture and fright

In seizing this instant,
its moment sublime

All truth flowing freely
—unfrozen in time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

My Will On Fire

Each time when it almost mattered,
  it mattered not that much

Old feeling’s hijacked and held for ransom
  memories cold and stuck

But the day when it really mattered,
  my heart was set on fire

My will unfrozen and left to sear
   —in a burning hot desire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Premium Member Frozen in Time (Beksinski)

Hold your fingers around my soul
as we tightly embrace our love
held as an eternal truth
where death has no meaning
and neither does time
for love's bond is stronger
and will last beyond the measurable

though we are suspended through eternity
it does not hold us
we are the holders of love's existence
the guardians that grace the faceless emotion
that we give a face
as we hold firmly onto each heartbeat's cadence

even as our flesh dries
and our belted arms grow tighter
merging us together in perpetuity
sealed and impenetrable
held in an armored manifestation
of love portrayed as permeant lovers
encased enduringly, frozen in time
never to be unfrozen


Premium Member Unwasted In Winter

Oh winter oh winter
I am the blood red timber
mobile in the ancient freeze
balanced amid the brutal breeze,
upon my face your artic breath stings
yet my unfrozen faith unfurls and sings,
fingertips and knuckles known to numb
though thy stride be nimble and plumb,
the soft low slate skies
thick around the limbs and eyes
prophecy a thermal urgency
drawn from spun soul agency, 
within leafless trees and patina omens
unhidden nests of sunken seasons
reflect a million years of farmsteads
city streets, withered wings and silent snowbeds,
in the clarity of your shocking sunshine
I celebrate Christ along spires of pine
and as the devils mock my feet
I pounce through the heavy sleet
knowing my heart will heat the ice,
oh winter oh winter, I am a fire fierce -

J.A.B.

Premium Member Early Spring

Early spring flowers
tulips poke heads
ground unfrozen

Sweet floral scent
blooming blossoms
drifts on the wind

Bird of spring
robin red breast
chirping melody





Trying my hand at Haiku again.
not the traditional Japanese 5-7-5

Ode To the Bay of Eloise

She is whipping winds.

Salt,
washing over my hair, eyes, skin.
Numbingly cold waters,
as if just unfrozen,
spilling into, refreshing
the Bay.

She hosts,

An eroded map
Of webbed and pebbled paths.
Barnacle scattered
grit.
Rolling fields of green low tides.
A fisherman’s daydream.
A meeting
Of core and sun.

She is
an awakening,
a renewal,

a provocation of adventure.


Turn Your Words Into Action

Its time to turn your words into action.
Start the formula for the chain reaction. 
Nothing will be easy about the path you've chosen. 
You need to break through the ice, become unfrozen. 

Its time to choose, now or never. 
Break the chains, start the endeavor. 
When everything is against you and everyone expects you to lose. 
You can never give in, you must refuse. 

Show them you will no longer take the abuse. 
You'll hang your head high, without their noose. 
During the hardest times, stand up and proclaim, 
I'll make it through this, you will remember my name. 

Each day you know its real by the pain you feel. 
Even the deepest unseen wounds, will one day heal.
No matter how far or close you are to the finish line,
don't let anyone hold you back, say victory is already mine.
© Chris Matt  Create an image from this poem.

Farewell To Nova Scotia

FAREWELL   TO    NOVA    SCOTIA


A net of cables stretching overhead  in the mist to Dartmouth Bay:
Our boat slips under Angus McDonald bridge out into the Atlantic greys,
Leaving forever the blues and yellows of the clapboard houses and the days
Of Annapolis valley blossoms  and hearing Pugwash bagpipes play.

Running the combers out to the horizon and slipping over, storm tossed:
The sight of our hilltops sinking away brings a salt taste of spirits lost,
Reaching,  yearning  to return just once to the fog-land we loved the most,
Jib and bowsprit stretching up from the water, farewell arm of a ghost,

We see again the beach at St. Mary’s with the crying gulls at their song,
And watch the whales blowing in Fundy’s Bay and the tides strong,
We follow the fish, the waves, the winds, summers short and winters long:
We know the cliffs where the land ends and where we belonged,

And the call of foghorns  and the estuary lighthouses welcoming bright.
We walk the causeway at Canso Strait, left side frozen with St Lawrence ice white,
Right side side open to the water of the unfrozen Atlantic, dark as night.
We hear  Nova Scotia  call us : we’re home with our nets at last  - and all’s right.

Half My Life, My Wife

Rare, essential expensive minerals embedded deep down in the core of 3 
dimensional mountains, silver owls, platinum falcons, waterfalls-n-streams, 
poisonous leaves tufa fermented into stream, a tongue less unfrozen tundra 
evaporated from hunger, copper chocolate-n-brass coconut cream from 
copper-n-brass coconut trees, pink roses, white butterflies-n-orange bumble 
bees, islands, oceans,-n-seas, a voluptuous life mix with the briskness of a 
Saint Lucia breeze, onyx-n-rubies inhale the panache of centipedes, 
outlandishly eating at my vanity, grails of golden milk, the riches of snail-n-
spider silk, colorful canopies draped over killer Brahma bulls exhaling my 
sanity, I allowed this earth to breathe, you see lightening only when the 
Heaven’s are allowed to sneeze, ain't a moon, earth, sun, or galaxy worth 
more than me or worth more than she, priceless my wife-n-me, I bow down 2 
my missing rib, for my wife’s worth more than me, ain’t a mineral in this earth 
worth more 2 me than she,  priceless my she, my better me.

Half my 
Life
My wife

Erich Fromm

“Every man’s goal in life is to give birth to himself.” –Erich Fromm

Hopes turn into dreams
Dreams into ambitious schemes
Steps are taken, paths are chosen
Time marches on unfrozen
To be successful is a goal shared by many			
Few are able to succeed
In this game we call life
Nothing’s ever as it seems
The path you thought you could take
Has become a mangled, tangled
Maze of confusion
Steps become measured, cautious, even
The schemes
Fail to accomplish their once hoped dreams

My Crush

I’m in love with my first crush for 4 years. He is so charming, beauty, and his kisses. 
When I with him time frozen. He gasps for air as time unfrozen and he says to me in 
a cute way you are the apple of my eye

I Am

I am a poet
I am a healer
a real pain feeler
I don't inject
or give pills 
to take 2, 3 times a day
but I undress the truth
to stich pieces of a torn heart
and un-blind the closed eyes
I'm a word spoken,
a man chosen
with a heart unfrozen
and words unbroken

I am story book 
of a thousand contents,
pain and joy intertwined
tears and fears
colliding at the edge of smile years
my word is medical,
healing remedies,
my words 
are meals prepared
to feed hungry earth souls

I am a poet 
I am a healer
my obsequiousness
to worship crying souls
is a definition 
of why my pen bleeds to paper

Preacher Man

Preacher man

A month has passed and I still
Have the gift for the needy to fulfill
I prayed every moment of the day
For His voice to convey

Early for work I stopped for tea
There sat a man across from me
His skin was blue breathing was shallow
A dad whose life hangs in the gallows

A frantic son, a dying father, and me
Mercy rose “How much do you need?”
Twenty- five dollars the son replied
Who are you? Jesus sent me to apply

His mercy toward those He has chosen
Your season in the wilderness is unfrozen
Today deliverance unlocks all your doors
Return home clean house and sweep the floors

Handing them the money a smile hit my face
A month later, He called me to meet at his place
Opening the door stood a healthy man who shined
Dressed in fine clothes acting so refined

Do I know you sir? I asked “Yes” you do
I am the man from the coffee shop who was blue
The church across the street is my parish anew
I got lost and was restored because of you

This is a true story from my life
Always see another’s needs
You never know where 
Your journey will lead

Carole Cookie Arnold
2011

Longing To Cradle

Longing to cradle 

Another appointment
Another nurse
Another blood test
This ain't the first 

Another gown
Another scan
Another tear
This wasn't the plan

Another tablet
Another needle
Another fake smile
Hiding the pain I feel

Another heart broke
Another tear shed
Another "let's keep going"
But I just hide in my bed

Another fresh day
Another prayer to keep strong
Another baby embryo unfrozen
To be put back were it belongs

My baby I'll wait for as long as it takes
With you in my arms there will be no more heartbreaks

Premium Member Spring

SPRING


Spring, 
Unfrozen dream of a bitter 
Cold night
Sprung at the heart of 
Despair,
Daughter of winter,
Mother of summer, 
Herald of hope!
  
Your beauty unsurpassed
Your youth incomparable,
Your vigor, unimaginable becomes,
Under 
The caresses of the caring
Sun. 


Spring,
How much I yearn into 
Your arms for ever to
Be, 
To hear the melody of: 
The joyous birds   
The murmuring brooks
The playful leaves, 
Trumpeting your glorious 
Rebirth, 
Incarnated by the spouts of
The devoted seeds,
Servants of immortality.

Oh spring,
Let me drink from the dew
Of your youth,
Thus
Young myself to become
Again!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
       18 APRIL 2013

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