Frozen Poems - Poems about Frozen

Frozen Balloon A Tele-Graphed Whisper, You Know The Game: Mountains To Sand Surrender The Same. No Sun-Burn, No Sea-Gulls... No Music, No Face. The Memory Of A Memory Once Deeply Embraced. Who Are You, Once Real? On The Want Of Your Breath? I Grasp For Integrity... In ...

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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world, I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words, Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel, They are too small, too worn out, too...

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GREY. "Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey." “I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown, “I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd, The voice that used to occupy my crown, Now echoes with these ‘final words’, Those silent whispers are now haunted by the...

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Trust ~ a mourning sparrow f o r s a k e n in the russet rush of monstrous myths, clouding the cashmere cusp of dawn’s delicate arms~ of love’s liquefied thorn. While I trace the wrinkled rays on the frozen side of the sun, where the moon, in silence, peeks to speak nothing but dialects of the forgotten ~ ash-laced memories forged in veins of...

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No one speaks of the other face where the sun turns away from its own fire. There, light arrives as rumor, Penumbra drapes the craters in half-truths shadows with silver edges, ghosts of warmth that never touch. The umbra is deeper than silence. It is violet sorrow frozen in motion, a sanctuary built of charred frost. Even the wind moves carefully here, tracing broken helixes in gold-ash air. And yet in that hush, in that glacial hush something blooms. A flicker, A rebellion in cobalt and fireglass. The...

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The sun having a frozen side~ a wish like a snowball in hell, or netting the wind while oceans b o i l in f i r e. The rage of its heat needs curtailing. I'm melting... like chocolates and candles~ roasting like chicken in an oven. How then do I hide...

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She, who had seemed my sun some bygone time, feels now much icier than even far forsaken pluto’s sunless hemisphere. Please! reckless Universe! enable rhyme to unriddle unreason’s paradigm! —The frozen side of the sun!—What bizarre world bears such contradiction? Bringing near fire and frost? both deform eachother’s frame! And so: she never was my flame—nor now my glacial...

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On the frozen side of the sun lies Svalbard. A barren, treeless stretch of land Buried beneath snow and stillness. Here, the cold doesn’t just bite; It consumes. The whirlwind air scrapes skin with surgical precision. For months each year, the sun abandons the sky. Svalbard drifts beneath a vaulted night. Darkness bleeds through permafrost, Settling in the earth’s frozen marrow. But beneath this ice-scarred...

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Turning over in a ruffled bed, stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas. Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place. A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos— what would have been the breaking of dawn. It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit, exposing the frozen side...

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Moments come and moments go as time keeps marching on; hold me now and kiss me slow ‘fore sunlight breaks with morning dawn, and wills this precious moment gone. May 5, 2025...

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FROZEN SIDE OF THE SUN Everything has two sides, you will find That which is thought hot can still hide A secret, to be concealed as a priority Yet is shared, only with a favoured few And offering quite an unexpected view And never made visible to the majority Could even the sun have its frozen side Such an illogical concept, for any...

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In the labyrinth of warmth, I sought refuge in the cold room of frozen memories, From the cold room, I fled to the coffin of unspoken promises, And from the coffin? Only the bare hands of time bury constellations in the soul, Though coffins are perhaps the cheapest homes in real estate listings, No cell is lonelier than a...

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She's out of this world, thinking of no one but herself, The pain she caused on that fateful day, A forgotten wound that refuses to heal, A heartless queen, selfish in her own way." In the shadows of her mind, the memories linger on, The day she chose to shatter his heart, A decision made without thought or care, A broken prince,...

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The fire crackles—I take the heat, but my hands pass through my frozen skin. ...

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large frozen river a dormant energy trap sunrays melt release ...

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