- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Frosted Pain
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Click hereIcicles cling to my passionless heart.
Crystalline stalactites.
The frosted pane
obscures my view.
Black ice covers the path
that leads to my future.
I dare not venture forth
until it thaws
and I no longer fear
that I might fall.
This is the winter of my soul.
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- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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doormouseover 19 years ago*tosses Miss Oatlash a pair of skis....
Go for it babe... it's Summer on the other side ;-)
irishcatsmeowover 19 years agoYou conveyed the feeling so well with such an accurate picture. Lovely frost bite.
Syndra Lynnover 19 years agoLoved it. Well chosen words presented perfectly. Thanks
Anonymousover 19 years agoDeep is the word that comes to mind. Excellent poem! Thanks for the read.
Du Lacover 19 years agoGelid ravishings of the dark night of the soul.. beautifully haunted memories of life past and future..
thank you for the read
Du~
Ninja Nookieover 19 years agowindow pain into the soul
very deep and nicely written
I liked your frosted pain poem~
Liarover 19 years agoYour poem has been mentioned in the New Poem thread at the poetry board.
WickedEveover 19 years agoA passion, or passionless, and soul poem can be difficult to write. Many are overly sentimental or trite. You did quite well indeed with this one. :)
