Cold Shoulder Poems - Poems about Cold Shoulder

Chocolate ice cream, you've been waiting, But my temptation is abating.. I've laid to rest the chocolate ooze, Today, there's another one I choose. Sending regards to both bean and cow, Caramel crunch is my main squeeze now....

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The weather around is quite cold sometimes, The glorious plants are now a frozen sight. The always angry sea is locked in a frigid bite, The beautiful sky is now grey, black and white. The sound of happiness is now pitch silence and cries, The oh so twinkling stars are now a sight for the sore eyes. The crackling laughter now...

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The side of a road’s called a shoulder, but why? The resemblance, to me, isn’t striking. The berm or the edge, a more literal choice, Would be, somehow, much more to my liking. I enjoy a good metaphor when apropos But in this case I’m driven to wonder Why not elbow or ankle or even an ear – All could help...

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Accepting an unpleasant certainty. The poignant silence of an empty home. Unanswered calls relay disharmony. The world is melancholy monochrome. No person should be made to feel ashamed Of intimate emotions. Left to roam. I know I shouldn’t cast abrasive blame, But pain can make me act in ways inapt. I’m left to wonder, was it all just games? No sense of...

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have been given the cold shoulder icy cold encounters are now the new norm within our realm of reality the sea of change hath frozen over there is black ice upon the broken bridge of chance tried to move across the iced over sea suddenly the ice began to creak underneath my bare feet then the ice finally broke...

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closer to the sun ...

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Angel on hindsight Foul on an area of light. A vanishing monk. A living stalk. A living hen. Drumroll - please. Hence we fly, I dry. What do we say, quiet please. I fly like an eagle. I walk like the empty spirit. Ecstatic Bombastic Flying. Bravo my friend, you are welcome to heaven....

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cold has come this winter’s night ...

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Standing in the cold, staring off into the distance, I feel that I am not alone, though inside I know, a warm hand will not be placed on my shoulder, that will not be my comfort today, always never....

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