Writing on theme. 4 poems.

1) A Path Through Snow

I pushed my way across the field of snow

but found the path as if I never crossed.

The trees adorned with white and icy clothes

all lost in season’s cold about the frost.

And still, I wait to see the wrong I did

as though the snow will prove the lie in me.

And yet, I see that no one ever saw

the path that was left for me.

No one left a shovel

o...

It was unusually cold day in June.

The sky was grey and cloudy almost seemed like it’s going to rain in any moment.

Instead, white snowflakes starts to fall from the sky, landing softly onto our front yard.

It was that kind of day, whatever the forecasters talked about on the television, it doesn’t matter.

We would watch a television, laughing about how bad the forecasters are in predicting the w...

Alone, you found me with a fastened heart

Frozen shut and dull as winter skies

My arteries were laced with bitter chains

But your sweet smile brought spring to my poor soul

You thawed that stone-cold prison I had built

And flowers took the place of icy barbs

And though, this, you may never understand

Your simple act of friendship changed my life...

please don’t leave me ,please ill be better I promise ,these words easily came out from tiffs yearning voice .oh how she feels that deep ache in the chest .was it her past traumas that might have been making the yearning more?what tiffs knew is she couldn’t let phy break up with her.she loved her she centered her whole life on her who is she without her.

Tifffy had received the break up text from ...

Your heart is frozen,

Iced with frostbite,

But I do not mind in the slightest;

I wish to warm your heart.

I cuddle you with a heated blanket,

Love baked into every stitch,

Hoping to turn the ice into freezing water,

I wish to warm your heart.

I hand you a steaming cup of cocoa,

Its steam a comforting kiss,

Its taste ascending you to a chocolate bliss,

I wish to warm your heart.

I give you a gen...

Warmth in the ice

Chills in the fire

The ice steals the life

The fire burns the nerves

Which is less painful?

Which end is better to meet?

Air in the sky

Water in the sea

Equipment fails and fall damage is on

Equipment fails and the pressure increases

Who is at fault?

Who made these things?

Selfishness in power

Vulnerable in kindness

The powerful oppress the unpowerful

The kind are taken adv...

When your cold you numb

After that you warm

Not because you are

It still hurts, a sharp pain

But if you stay still it’s ok

Your brain goes next

Thoughts coming slow

While joints stiff

Then you slip

To nothingness...

It was a beautiful painting, called Warmth In The Ice, the illustrator used the inspiration of a girl who had fallen in ice and never swam back up. The painter worked with the light from the sun reflecting on the ice. She painted sun rays that had fallen with the girl, a big lake surrounded the girl, there was nothing else but ice and light.

I stood before it, trying to figure out how and why the...

Sometimes, it truly amazes me that I can find so much warmth in ice.

I’m not cold-blooded, just hooded and covered, convincing myself that it’s something I like.

As I lay in the ice, paralyzed with pain, my brain relays something different.

It says “Think of Bahrain in the middle of July” and my heart readjusts it’s own rhythm.

And as it picks up its pace, blood rushes to my face, I swear th...

The princess fell to her knees. The snow was cold, but she could not feel it anymore. Her eyelashes were encrusted with snowflakes, not that it would have helped her to see through the blinding blizzard. Shivering, she hugged himself in a vain attempt to warm her freezing body. As she began to lose consciousness, she barely noticed as a pair of arms lifted her up and carried her away.

The prince...