December morn, Claus's wife's horn, squeezed out,
Good tempers worn, Claus wretched concern, about,
Elves night, the naughty list grew,
Claus's name was added too,
She's crackers turned, Claus stout whaler--no doubt.
It's Frosty time of year, though sad he seem,
Both cold and snow unable to redeem,
Rudolph note his crooked smile,
Snow and ice just seem to pile,
As Frosty waits to melt in sunlight's beam.
An angry Elf was mad with Santa Claus,
And naught take time for a breather to pause,
Frosty froze just to know why,
Rudolph turned off just to cry,
The Elf cried then laughed naught knowing the cause,
Heart cold as ice, the eyes don’t smile
Vacuous is the stare
Warm embrace is now not in style
Gone is the touch of care
How long can we pretend
What is there left to tend
When there’s no ear to lend
The soul’s demise
Heart cold as ice
Cold As Ice And Still
If humans are granted passage to wage war at will
the deepest shade of gray will be the darkest color of red
flowing beneath pallid corpses cold as ice and still
--To all peace loving spirits--
Penned: 07/10/2022
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Cruising the Mediterranean
cold as ice;
frozen solid.
her heart
once inviting,
now with a locked door;
windows shut.
a heart...
stomped on by...
brutal
betrayal;
reluctant
to welcome love back.
I do pray that true love
walks...
right in and thaws it!
(Yalto)
"Yalto is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-5: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 05/25/2021
Beautiful on the outside yet broken within
Someone has crushed your soul
Let me warm your heart once again
Let your ice start melting slow
So that you may have life once more
I will take your soul and cuddle it
As if it were gold melting slowly
Back into your soul
I will place my heart next to yours
So it may beat once again
Breathing into your lungs with my lips
Breathing my love in
Warming it and returning your
Beauty back into your beautiful face
I will caress you and hold you
Every second of each day
Bringing life back into your soul
Cold as winters breath
Frozen ice inside of me
When will I find an answer
When will it be--when will it be
Lost in the moment
Inside my head
Will it be a hundred years
Or for only a day--only a day
Hands cold as ice
Icicle upon my breath
Defrosting internally
Or will it never be--never be.
She tells warm lies through lips cool as frost,
while her eyes cast frigid glares.
Her backhanded barbs, sharp as steel,
strike like ice crystals in your heart.
Infidelity coats upon her like a sheen of ice.
Beauty and slippery deceit, rolled into one.
And yet, you stand, as a man made of snow,
not truly seeing, not speaking out.
You slowly die, waiting for her to thaw.
A snowball in Hades stands a better chance,
than you, to win her heart.
For within her veins runs soiled slush
and her soul is an Arctic wind.
For the contest: Free Verse For Winter
sponsored by: Chris D Aechtner
Placement: 8th
COLD AS ICE
by BENNY WILLMORE
I feel like a beast locked up in a cage. My blood full of anger, my veins full of rage. An outcast of
society, an outlaw by trade. Drugs before debt are the only things paid.
My heart is filled with sorrow, my emotions with pain. If I ever released my thoughts, tears
would fall like rain. My dreams replaced with nightmares, stress has taken its toll. My body
aches with fire, the drugs are stealing my soul.
They have taken everything, all I love the most. I now have nothing. I am living with ghosts. I
leper of society because of my crime. A supplier of drugs, my search is all the time.
Confusion is my middle name, depression is my first. All I want, I can't have. Love and respect
is all I thirst. Myself is who I talk to. Shadows are who I fight. My head won't stop spinning,
every day is one long night.
Inside myself, my thoughts have turned so cold. My happiness turned to fear, speed had made
me old.
So, I ask myself, "Can I see my past?" Every day gone by has vanished way to fast. I try but I
can't remember, my memories don't seem to last. I lose every thing that I put within my
grasp.
by: Benny Willmore
Slaughter in here, ethnics
Butchery in there ,politics
Souls from various creeks
For Charon to cross the styx
As cold as ice
Deadly storms won’t cease
Sweeping Tsunamis increase
Forest fires destroy Greece
Why not ask Nature for peace?
As cold as ice
Manmade four-wheeled slayers
On roads merciless killers
Toys for hit and run drivers
Highways innocents’ manglers
As cold as ice
Stand and watch
Human feelings do scotch
This is but a small blotch
Your heart door forever do latch.