Touching hands take their time, Sparks and distractions Sit and shepherd the light, Broken icicles melt, The countryside thaws And then a dalliance swims Like two beautiful streams As they meet at a river, Rising hope quells disaster, A new day has dawned, As bridges sing breakthroughs And the water ...
I got this poem in email today and was so touched by it’s setimental value, I had to repost. So without any further adeau, here is the poem in question. Tissues available upon request. ‘WINTER’ a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre ‘ SH*T, It’s Cold ! ‘ The End
by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the village though, He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer, To stop without a farmhouse near, Between the woods and frozen lake, The darkest evening of the year. ...
SHIT! It's cold! ***%*%*%*****************%*%*%*** So it's that blogtime... I had to go get hats for these characters. And one for each or they'll fight. Big kids the lot of them. Big kids who will ask about what kind of ride they get and where the hell their feathers and leopard skin coats are sinc ...
The ice winds circle, People hunch From building To building And the winter That’s been muttered of For weeks Drops with aggression And covers The city in cold. This is when I miss you most, The glow in your eyes Enough to light up a night sky, The kiss of your lips A sweet tender joy, The moment I’ ...
The winner of Wanderer Thoughts first Poetry contest goes to Romeo from Romeo’s Mad World. The contest asked participants to write an original poem based on the week’s theme which was “ ICE“. Here is the Winning Poem. A shimmering ring of ice a cold breath against the knife the endless torment whisp ...
