Ice Poems - Poems about Ice

Let this not be poetry. Let this be a reckoning. John. You are a groomer. You are a predator in plain clothes. You are a bastard carved from rot Too old to claim innocence, Too vile to fake remorse. You lusted after what I could’ve had Twisted jealousy dressed in sickness. Like David, you lusted after another’s soul And slaughtered me While calling it justice. You tried to...

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Let the demons play — and let them fall As they seek their next prey. Merry-go-round, lost and found, Salt trodden deep in earth and pain. Zombies crawl. An ass's stall. I don’t need this bottle. I don’t need you. Forgive me — For all the prayers I whispered in your name in vain. Enemies within, Those who proclaimed to be my friends. Lucky, I suppose, That...

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At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow, Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show? As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face, The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race. Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze, And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease. Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind, Pray...

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ice cream cones will be delivered by the gazebo in the park. We saw a large lumbering thing coming at us in the dark. It was an ice cream cone delivery man in form of a red dragon. Carrying four ices at the same time, his tail never dragg’n. You need a wagon, we told him, a Red Flyer...

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Love is like two parallel lines, That doesn't meet both ends To think if it's happiness is nil. It's like ice that mix with wine It doesn't melt right away then, But when you hold the glass Shake it slowly with the heart, The warmth of your hand show Slowly melt ice with the wine That's where you taste layers, In your mouth suave beautiful...

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They were never waiting for us girl. They were one step ahead though they never had a case. Between the streets and highways they would chase and hunt us down like rats just to put us "in our place." MacArthur Park is trending in the news, all the big bad ICE men going round, looking for some brown folks to detain. I don't think that...

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I love when we sit in the hot bright sun, add some butter or we will get well done. Sky and water of ice blue, better than the dull store view. Oh! look I am popping so I will run....

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Written: June 27, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin ************* Mirage suggested on the run "Hydrate or be well-done, my son" The ice cream rebelled, The sunflowers yelled— And the night couldn't outshine the sun!...

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I understood you in your silence, an ocean of ice under mute stars, where the shadows of time weigh heavily, a mountain of unspoken ash, your struggles, heavy curtains, hide cries of a shattered heart, shards of fallen stars, scattered on fields forgotten by the wind. Your nights, sleepless, just broken mirrors in which you get lost, you see yourself...

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I never thought about this time, Neither I planned it, And here I am; Inside of a wave, That’s pushing me by. And the fight is reigning, Even though I’d never wanted to war; And the tears are falling, Even though I never thought I wanted to cry. The veil of the night, It’s covering my eyes, And the voice of despair; Leaves me alone, In a bed...

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These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter. Autumn wind ... She always wanted to pluck the reddest roses ?Kobayashi Issa translation by Michael R. Burch Issa wrote the haiku above after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.” In this world where I was born every...

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"Fantasy ~ Imagination Are Twins. Having a fun time playing together in our dreams." By Poet As I look into last night's "Dream," I see a "Visualization" downstream. I see a huge bear and cubs dressed in lace of red and cream, that is a crazy color scheme. Is my "Imagination" going up in steam? The bears looked...

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a fresh spring trickles between crackling turquoise ice ~ rejuvenation ...

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Love drinking tea hot or ice cold Monday through Sunday each week day Never enough flavors for me Overtime working is tea time People around the world love tea...

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The clan of Icemen wear their mask covering their faces while they attach They try to cover their guilt and shame But in the house of God that shame remains In westerns a mask was proof of a robber Hiding their identity to avoid their slaughter Zorro wore a mask and The Lone Ranger too But no one ask the question what...

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