Long Coldness Poems
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I drape your darkened night in sheets of white,
Making you shiver under my dense flakes;
To hide your blighted roots from mortal sight,
I pour my drifting crystals in your lakes—
Your whispered warmth in return is all it takes.
The wind I fashion blows with silent chill;
I bury all your tender skin in wool.
Your fun, I shift beside the fireside’s thrill—
Warm drinks I set by your warm hands to pull,
Though I creep cold-footed, still my smile is full.
I hide the tilling of your soil beneath coldness,
And blight in the seeds of your barn I heal,
So that your planting season stands clothed in boldness—
A whispered promise I set beneath your heel,
While from the sky thick drifting flakes I steal.
My mission finished, then I give you way,
For grace in me to meet the gentle sun,
Who dries the sweat concealed in warmer day
And widens paths for open-fielded fun—
But not until my quiet work is done.
We are bruised apples
lying on the ground
hoping to be picked
But day after day,
we are ignored, till we rot
And feed the soil for next year's crop.
We are bruised egos
as we go about our lives, either acting or reacting
bumping against societal rules
bumping against others, till we are black and blue
inside and out
Till we yell out, I want to get off this crazy ride.
We are bruised egos
yearning to be better, aching to fly
but the walls close in around us, chocking us, boxing us in
measuring us with it's strict standards
Till we submit and dare to dream again.
We are bruised hearts
who dare to love, who risk rejection
who risk getting hurt
who dares getting our fingers wracked with a societal ruler
till our hearts ache to love and be loved.
Will it ever happen? Will love find us?
We ponder in the darkness, alone with our thoughts, our dreams, our hopes
Till we get up and dare to love again
Lest our heart shrivels and dies a slow death
Incapable of feeling or loving, not even ourselves.
We are bruised souls
That brave the arctic winter
Of a world that is devoid of compassion.
But the light in our heart, though but a flicker,
illuminates the dark stains of humanity.
That light is love and no darkness or coldness can extinguish it.
EARLY POEMS XIX
Bound
by Michael R. Burch
Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground,
I have lost what I once found
in your arms.
Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of distant Venus fails to penetrate dark panes,
I have remade all my chains
and am bound.
Published as “Why Did I Go?” in my high school journal, The Lantern
130 Refuted
by Michael R. Burch
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red ...
— Shakespeare, Sonnet 130
Seas that sparkle in the sun
without its light would have no beauty;
but the light within your eyes
is theirs alone; it owes no duty.
And that flame, not half as bright,
is meant for me, and brings delight.
Coral formed beneath the sea,
though scarlet-tendriled, cannot warm me;
while your lips, not half so red,
just touching mine, at once inflame me.
And the searing flames your lips arouse
fathomless oceans fail to douse.
Bright roses’ brief affairs, declared
when winter comes, will wither quickly.
Your cheeks, though paler when compared
with them?—more lasting, never prickly.
And your cheeks, so dear and warm,
far vaster treasures, need no thorns.
I believe I wrote this poem as a college freshman, age 18.
With my daughter, by a waterfall
by Michael R. Burch
By a fountain that slowly shed
its rainbows of water, I led
my youngest daughter.
And the rhythm of the waves
that casually lazed
made her sleepy as I rocked her.
By that fountain I finally felt
fulfillment of which I had dreamt
feeling May’s warm breezes pelt
petals upon me.
And I held her close in the crook of my arm
as she slept, breathing harmony.
By a river that brazenly rolled,
my daughter and I strolled
toward the setting sun,
and the cadence of the cold,
chattering waters that flowed
reminded us both of an ancient song,
so we sang it together as we walked along
?unsure of the words, but sure of our love?
as a waterfall sighed and the sun died above.
This poem was published by my college literary journal, Homespun, in 1977. I believe I wrote around age 18.
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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned
The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land
Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why
I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears
As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow
My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream
I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch
Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place
Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press
Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-11.php
I had told you long, long ago
That I can be no genius;
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
Such a grinding sense of regret
Haunts me often, pretty often;
Be it at sunrise or at sunset,
My Manna becomes Leaven.
Well, I know; yes, I do know
That nothing can be true here;
When it tolls, I must go;
None can ever, ever endear.
This toy house pains too much;
What was I made for?
There’s the final freezing touch
That causes my pallor.
It seems easy to see the others;
Grinding is its experience;
All such ‘sisters’ and such ‘brothers’—
None is given any lenience.
Then I was a little child,
When my grandpa left me;
He looked pretty and too mild;
Is this called destiny?
Then, one day, I came to know
My granny would depart as well;
Death is freezing just as snow;
It gives no chance something to tell.
Now, I have to guard my parents;
Please, leave me not alone;
You two are my prettiest presents
That I have ever known.
I swear that I would remain calm;
O Mom, O Dad, I promise;
Please, no more remain so mum;
I need your gentle kiss.
If I could be given a chance,
I would keep you forever;
I would sing and I would prance;
I would flow on like a river.
Am I so little? Am I so little?
Why can’t I still win against demise?
I pledge I won’t remain brittle;
Can’t I your lives optimise?
If everything is so untrue,
Why then do I survive here?
Mom and Dad, I need solely you;
You can drive away my fear.
I promise, Mom; I promise, Dad;
I will become a good girl indeed;
Death is heartless; he is too bad;
You are the only ones I need.
I had told you both long ago,
“How can I be a genius?”
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
An ill wind September brought
With a drizzle I did not savor,
My boot on the sidewalk caught
When luck did me no favor.
While dashing home, it was my belief
Foolishly and on a whim,
I dodged every slippery leaf
When with them I would swim.
I sat there, embarassed as can be
Wondering, what could be worse?,
Caressing my scraped knee,
Collecting my spilled purse.
A voice came from the skies
And asked if I could stand,
Above me stood his azure eyes
Outstretched was a helping hand.
The coldness was not subtle
And neither was the pain,
He pulled me from the puddle
And I did not mind the rain.
Little did I know that day
Just how a life can change,
How love can be born to stay
From a situation so strange.
Underneath the streetlights' glow
Kindness led me down the lane,
And how little did I know
That I could fall for the rain.
There is an hour like to trees
That stand beneath a withered sky
And shaking cast their golden leaves
To fade so sadly and to die
Like summer when the rain is gone
A sea of auburn on the lea
And in the wind the cooler song
Of autumn’s fading memories.
Alas my love thus I feel
The song of autumn in my soul
The candid lure and the reel
Of time that swiftly goes
Each day though passing as an age
To leave me in a dismal state
Where hope like you has fled away
And that I seek is sought to late
But in a dream I oft awake
Like one who’s dying twitch is made
And gives a last and final gaze
Then in the earth beneath is laid
For if I stir or walk alone
No solace in my sullen eyes
I think upon my upward home
Then dying seems a sweet reprise
What coldness layeth in the grave
Of writhing worms and black decay
Is like a mirror then to me
Of inward loss the loss of thee
Yet still I hope beyond belief
That I might raise a fleeting hand
And make of all these wasted eves
A ring for thee again
For hope is like a vesper’s ray
That flickers toward a distant place
Beyond the fall and break of day
Beyond the shadows where I waste
To thus I gaze with starry eyes
And watch the phantoms passing by
I cling to love as love is truth
And thus become the ghost of you
Thus do I clutch the water surface fading
cold sun in mocking hide behind the trees
while weariness implores - give up, surrender
as I refuse to fall down on my knees
life becomes the scoundrel of the moment
clawing at the hope there’s something there
an emptiness consumes and then fulfills me
releasing all the torment that I bear
so do the depths grow darker in this coldness
this crushing fear that there is nothing more
yet I struggle vainly for redemption
without the help of gods I still deplore
as Death concedes to dawn’s sober awak’ning
a light that spares the life that It was taking
John G. Lawless
©8/14/2022
First there was you
Beautiful, full of hope and courage.
You stood there at the very edge of the cliff,
Breaking out...
Far beyond you was me,
I looked at you; you looked at me;
I realised you were my own.
In your eyes I could see a reflection of who I was,
And who I was going to be.
I knew if I spoke you could decipher my foreign language
You'd relieve angst.
I never had to explain.
I looked at you;
I saw you;
I recognised you.
I perceived the tears you had at the corner of your eyes;
Even when your mouth did nothing but smile.
I realised the bitterness in your laughter;
The weight in your wings;
Even if you were flying much higher.
I realised the coldness in your gentle but few words.
You were painting the world dark,
All of it was nothing but bleak;
Even though you wished to see light.
But honey you and I are the same
So different but yet so alike
Help, is all you wanted
"Don't fall,"
Stare at me and beyond me...
I will reach out to you
And you'll become my world
At the very edge of your Cliff
I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls
I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body
Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark
Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine
Forever
Then I awoke, another sad day