Frosted Poems

Frosted poems bring the best collection of short and long frosted poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great frosted rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these frosted poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on frosted are here for you.

Sparkle

Sparkle long poem

Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking

Poems containing references to : Frosted

Midnight

Midnight short poem

Through the frosted glass windows The bright streetlight … …sweeps into my room ..in a diffused spray!!! A night lorry lumbers up the lane Chugging its engines In full throttle… Rattling the room …. shattering the silence of night!! silence

Midnight Still

Midnight Still short poem

Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens

Narragansett

Narragansett ode

Feathery snow on tree bough gently shades, the closing dark, wind through silent oak, shadow’s stretch reaching o’er the twilight glades an ever constant curdling chill evoke! Frozen cheek, bitter cold and deadly still lest fear betray the haven of

My Snow Laden Divan

My Snow Laden Divan prose poem

She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose

Swinging….

Swinging.... short poem

I did not will them dreams of crystals a stupid calendar of flight from insomniac past. Do not want to return to future, hub of my clouds. History had been writhing and screaming. Present cannot redeem my woes. I ask

A World For You

A World For You short poem

If I could paint a world for you, my child, I’d fill it with the sparkle of new life With bursting buds I’d break the frosted ground And put an end to darkness and to strife I’d drench your ears

Neptune

Neptune short poem

Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon I become omniscient like the great horned owl to Samhains’ coming

Sparkle

Sparkle long poem

Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking

Implicate

Implicate short poem

Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit

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Friends Forever!

Friends Forever! prose poem

Long years and a long gap of having not met our friend, Speculation and excitement ran high in us, and, when we met…. Warmth of Friendship and Love spreads around us! Time almost as if has stopped, When we laughed

Never Give Up

Never Give Up short poem

This world isn’t a positive one. Sometimes you lose your inner strength You eventually feel you’re quite done Your intellect is out of length Your childhood deceived your present state Your home is now a cave You let your life

Lives To Be Lived

Lives To Be Lived short poem

light frosting her lenses strobing as traffic flits by craziness of a zombie snail flashing visions of worlds as yet unbuilt just a woman dressed for winter striding proud in knee-length boots could be anyone then she’s gone these rapid

We Left Too Much Behind

We Left Too Much Behind short poem

We left too much behind. A milky moon floating in our coffee Unbuttoned thoughts A mason jar filled with sunshine, And words. Words that still float mid air waiting to be spoken, incomplete, cracked, dusty Do you remember any? And

The Sea

The Sea short poem

Time is on my side The waves roll on With the tide The winds are blowing A soft, subtle air This is what dreams are made of, They will always be there All I can see for miles around Is

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers short poem

(America, following a landmark agreement) Dear Mr. President, Was it worth it? Was it worth Selling your country’s freedom, The liberty it is so famous for, For a few extra bucks in your pocket? Was it worth Strangling the creative

The voice of hope

The voice of hope short poem

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

Love Sonnet 176

Love Sonnet 176 sonnet poems

Of sweet moments we make remembrances, Such that by time the love object departs, We will be left to reminisce glances, Of times in which we have indulged our hearts; For hardly last the charm of fleeting things: The hug,

An Atheist’s Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation

An Atheists Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation long poem

In the great dark void before He made our universe, God was primordially drunk on poetry and verse; Poesy sublimely crowned His high and haloed head As subliminally, He poeticized the decrees He made. In that last timeless even, before

Are You Away From God’s Own Land?

Are You Away From Gods Own Land? long poem

Listen, it’s New Year, Keralite man. The lamp is lit with the oil of sesame seeds sweet a melody moves in me music that says I am far away, far it says. The flowers, yellow blossoms of gold, placed on

On The Gallows

On The Gallows short poem

Lead me into, the green darkness, under the nude flames. It was hurting; the golden sun. Out of full moon, werewolves would come out chasing the flesh, the long limbs of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped in tracks. No

Alone

Alone short poem

There is no question. There is no need to teach me a lesson. No one likes me. This is why they leave me be. How do I know? I have neither friend nor foe. They sit in groups, And leave

For Real

For Real short poem

Now I can feel what it is real It’s not my time to wonder , hey I feel this way it’s my time to say what I want to say I want this , I want this remember that And

Missing Friends

Missing Friends ballad

I can’t remember feeling so incomplete… Time and distance are a void… Where there was you. Loneliness, a mind possessed of itself Groping in twilight revelation. We’re sojourners on a trek Spirits compelled to give and share. Trading smiles we’ll

Through The Window Pane I See

Through The Window Pane I See short poem

Through the window pane I see, A drenched delphinium, A mortal enjoying intoxicating debauchery, An ensign in tatters, A hot blood growing cold in the storming jitters, And me, in the rear view-still “sedentary”. Hushed!!! For the carousel taking away

It Is All In Your Head

It Is All In Your Head short poem

What are you? Look in a mirror. What do you see? Do you see you? Or do you see an edifice, scaffolding, a facade? Do you see just a vehicle, a mode of transportation? Do you see what you are?

Examinations – A Devil Part 2

Examinations – A Devil Part 2 short poem

Examinations is like a blain – It is like a teacher with a cane; Rules and decrees do clearly lain To discourage us purpose main. We are made scared and wane Many a times makes us insane Brain is trained

Sleepless

Sleepless long poem

A 5-year-old girl Throws a chair Because her teacher Doesn’t seem to care About how the girl Can’t sleep at night And nap time in Preschool Was where she might Two years later The girl is seven and she still

The Final Countdown

The Final Countdown long poem

Things have not looked up Since the end of that war. We have tried our best! But It seems that we are doomed! People have lost all hopes… The Asuras should be happy. They are in distress too though. Uncle

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile prose poem

An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood

Syrian Spring

Syrian Spring long poem

Syrian I am, Not by breed, but as a human I see spring so colorless and dull, yet dreamy red! And I dream this dream with all its dread In day and night Or even in sleep and fight: A

So I Am 27!

So I Am 27! long poem

So I am 27 now, people says I am getting older now, but it’s just the same child who has just learned to grow somehow. Now I understand what my goal is, and what all are my priorities. Priorities may

Incarnation

Incarnation short poem

Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake

Just Because We’re Over

Just Because We’re Over short poem

JUST BECAUSE WE’RE OVER Doesn’t mean we still can’t Be friends, JUST BECAUSE WE’RE OVER doesn’t mean We can’t still get together And have some fun every Now and then… After all the years we shared Together it would be

I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon a gleeful surprise ineffable in my own still growing , but I’ve grown Even you are me, I am he This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive or the breaths would’ve lasted at five My

On Faith

On Faith short poem

The thought that faith requires That one should wait his call When of Heaven aspires Intimidates my soul The fear that stalks my heart Exacts toll on my mirth As doubt would not depart It undermines my worth My confidence

Virtuous Foolishness, Nightless Dream

Virtuous Foolishness, Nightless Dream short poem

Ignorant of limit, free of bond Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream All pervading, all purifying You are the pounding of the heart And the gushing of the blood You are the pain of separation And the exhilaration of tryst The sighs,

To Be Ensnared Sweetly

To Be Ensnared Sweetly prose poem

Rip from the seams of ribcage and spit your puzzle into me Stare and stab into abandoned pupils until they are your pearls Eat the air around me and speak of how you were a muse once Then take what

A Riddle

A Riddle long poem

Whom should I believe in this life? For me, life itself is a betrayal Whom should I help? I am also helpless Whom should I give love I also need love Whom should I blame for anything? Blaming can not