Hypothermic Poems - Poems about Hypothermic

...Our conversations; I sit consumed by your fire, words frozen in ice; Waiting just to slip as cracks destroy solid ground; Fall, but you still breathe; Chilled lake in motion a circle that......Read the rest...

..."We have an enemy within called the ego who prevents us from using our mind intelligently. It hides deep within our heart and emerges with regularity to challenge and consume our will." Rum......Read the rest...

...my broken heart shivers in water waiting hypothermic for the inclusion of loneliness devoted as satellite hands end in faithfulness blind and burnt as a violet beneath a Saharan sun engag......Read the rest...

...i'm not Jack and she's not Jill but down we tumble down the hill we reached summit of our Everest ever perhaps lasting love but the bucket did i kick the bucket high on elevati......Read the rest...

...Winter sweater clings as Spring springs forward in March — hypothermic knit 3/12/2018......Read the rest...

...I notice Life unfolding each embryo of Time sewing Earth's naturally revolving liturgy, Eco-Rites of Passage through TransMillennial Time's fertile transition field, SuperEco Earthly universe our......Read the rest...

...I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you? Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing behind deep orange-aubergine feather ......Read the rest...

...Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes mentor ecotherapy with me, EcoWe, echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom surfing through lunar waxing-waning freedoms of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes. ......Read the rest...

...Ego hears SuperEco's universal exhalation, natural explication. Id-entity actively self-purges with each inhalation, even through dissonant death's hypothermic double-hinged boundary, then eme......Read the rest...

...Looking at you, I don't feel dead anymore Once upon a time I was found hypothermic in the rain Now I am Good Soup for the soul of those that surround me Looking at you, Gone are my inconvenien......Read the rest...

...The river boils and burns Churning the soil downriver Silencing the calm quiver Halting the anaesthetic shiver This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth A cool spring, the fuel ......Read the rest...

...We never enter the basement. It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows. Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect. I've seen it once, this basement of ou......Read the rest...

...Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead, And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats, Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract, As the ravens sought the softness of the throats. Trees i......Read the rest...