Unthaw Poems - Poems about Unthaw

...At least 10 years ago, I broke a lovely blue vase. Had I tossed it, surely it would have been a waste. But I gathered the lovely pieces and put them away. I said to myself, "I shall repair this be......

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...When Christ was resurrected from the tomb, sunrise broke the gloomy darkness and the heavy stone rolled away to let Him flee from the tomb of many sorrows; His father waited for Him to declare ......

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...The House That Jack Built (Part 1) Fatigued from years of gleaning storms of snow, sleet, and rain, I was yet an innocent and therefore unashamed. Her smothered walls creaked and her shingled ......

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...Winter always seemed to hold you never letting spring burst through Cold were the nights and dark some days spent on loving you fires never would ignite or light your heart enough for min......

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...I have all these questions from inside my heart Sometimes I don’t even know where to start But here is my attempt to make you see You are the woman who makes me feel free Have you ever really ......

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...As my tears crawl from my mascara stained eyes, down my blotchy red cheeks, curling onto my trembling lips, leaving a salty trail behind; I think back to how I arrived here. Here being my state o......

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...It's cold over here Where hearts pump icicles, Decelerated from normal time wrinkles. I sit here Trying to unthaw my mind. In order to wonder if I exist in time I never succeed. I am suspended......

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...When the cold winds blow It can freeze your soul The feel of ice in your veins Hoping you can unthaw again When the snow storm is strong and you can't see When life is mixed up how can......

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...Cooled off in nitrogen molded and set dusted with lightning and passion beget Brilliant and shiny silver and stone heartbeat gone stagnant cold and alone Hidden in darkness under the bed pa......

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...Float to freedom Burst and pop to winds of change on tides of red Break emotion Logic stops as words ignite and flood your head Call the story Conjure dreams to lips still shaking cold......

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...My poppies are still alive! Beneath the weight of the winter sleep the snow built up to 3 feet deep they kept their leaves in slumber green and waited for spring with a shiver The ice is slo......

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