Frostbites Poems - Poems about Frostbites

...I could never understand the festive stories that were told of the making of snowmen. but I was building sandcastles upon beaches with sands of gold. I could never understand the festive s......Read the rest...

... "Mother, You are my heartbeat and I'm your lifeline, we both are 'one', as an inseparable hue of purity, smeare......Read the rest...

...A month into the war, caught by the wheels of disinformation war, I feel maimed and blinded by the extraordinary news reels feeding my immense sadness and grief. How many more Ukrainians will su......Read the rest...

...Bunyan and blue Babe water crossing through water pine scent combs Paul’s beard U.S. curling capital stalks of sunflowers fanboy sun towards heaven logger’s cold sets in hard Winter......Read the rest...

...Loving you is easy As you are the door – Ianua To spring Ice clouds are held in the furnace: Dirty grey pearls Your other name is of course Janus- you are the month of transition Though I lov......Read the rest...

...We were young, we were young Forgiving and forgetting Through all the worst circumstances The purity of our hearts Sparked the union of beings But we were young We watched ignited flumes ......Read the rest...

... Eyes, tainted by snow flakes of damp memoirs; spiky frostbites chafing her irises. Drained lids quiver on a funeral trail lacing sharp ache; iced droplets pierced like flakes. ......Read the rest...

...Limitless cries of a weary heart Twisted in weaves of hairy past The painful groans of an open gum Unleashed by clones of frostbites Terrifying rhythm of the night's owl Matc......Read the rest...

...I am an angel that wasn’t treated great I am the creation that no one appreciates I am weakness for when there are tears I consist of traumas that everyone fears I’m the freezing wind in a winter nig......Read the rest...

...Checking the lights on the dashboard when they flash and stay red: it's the oil that needs to be changed or the engine that requires maintenance, and in frigid temperatures who would venture outside ......Read the rest...

...you sing from memory whispering secrets to the thousand islands at my feet and row to the shipwrecked shores of Ithaca i hear rustling of dry wind smell the damp sun-kissed cattails after last ......Read the rest...