Frostbitten Poems - Poems about Frostbitten

... You were picked straight from the stem— a fruit fresh atop the bowl of offerings, something that must be fleece laid over blade. Not taken, but accepted. Not bitten, but cradled. And still,......

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...Mommy by Sylvia Plath (in her voice and style) Mommy, your face was a frostbitten moon, A pale eclipse of warmth I never held. Your hands were glass, and never swooned To touch the fever in wh......

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...You did not rush the ruins of me. You entered gently, Like a prayer whispered In the hollows of a broken chapel. Your touch- Not just desire, But devotion. You traced every scar As though i......

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...In the frostbitten belly of Russia’s spine, Where the stars are mute and the sun won’t shine, A man with chains and a shattered past, Counts the heartbeats that may be his last. He once wore la......

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...“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause   though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished ......

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...Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im......

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...Cold is the tittering of befitted feet Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh Col......

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...Frost spiralling on glass, It’s misting, Yawning limbs of moss glued on my windowsill, And it’s still, Still, I pondered, a treacherous task, I pondered wanting and missing and trapping, ......

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...connected by a net of misconception venomous spider’s webs spun a murky vapour synapses raged and festered in a Self frozen on autopilot with anger and regret an endless loop of thoughts and ......

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...Snowing-- a hiemal, deathly air Their frigid, frostbitten fingers hold nothing Uncomfortable silence washes over all there A petalless, thorny rose someone is clutching Her corpse,......

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... I’ve behaved poorly every winter I can remember, my awfulness in each separated only by degrees, secrets piled like snowdrifts at the corners of rooms I wouldn’t stay in. Hiding was easie......

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...Bare branches and frosted limbs, reflect how we both feel within, it seems these days, our love is all but alive Her smile is warm, but her shoulder's cold, just as the sun still shines below......

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...The frost bites sharply at my boots, a quiet thief stealing warmth. The world hums in silver tones, its breath a shiver brushing my crimson cheeks. Each step cracks the silence, a fragile defian......

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...In the warm embrace of summer lovely, when my one tiny heart is frostbitten beyond fire; When my memory vanishes, with not a trace left to recall and cry over; When my body no longer promises......

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...I forgot my meds last night. I fell asleep without turning off the light. Meds sitting on the counter. As I lie in bed, I flounder. My brain knows what it's missing. I start to hear hissing......

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