Icicles
Who said icicles are only made of ice?
Only suspend in the bitter cold
Or float in dice
Who said pain they do not hold
Icicles dangle from roofs
Like sharp stabbing daggers
Ready to pierce like hooks
True icicles are for the eyes
Made of diamond like crystals
Hanging from the eyelids
Falling down like bullets from pistols
The fountains are the eyes
The waters come from the drops of cries
Eyes become the skies
When tears of frost compromise
Icicles of the eyes are yet bitter
So sharp and jagged
Turning a face to chill in winter
To the eyes they become tagged
A time comes when the heart begins to cry
All the joy inside fades to die
When eyes for tear gang dry
Icicles form from every single cry
Author notes
happppy birthday maryy i hope u like this i wrote it for you a birthday present(L) love you hun
Please tell me what you think
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Wow, that fourth verse just...wow. I'm not a big poetry person but yours...wow. That's all I can say. Wow.
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awww so sweet. I bet she will love this. Very nice of you to write this.
Keep up the great work
Em
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wow, I loved the flow of this, very catchy. Your words danced off the page and tango's on my retinas!
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This was awesome! I really enjoyed reading it. You are very talented. good job
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Very nice poem! I loved it.
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A nice view on icicles.. ^_^ The ARE like daggers.. and I read a book (the lovely bones ^_^) where it was said that the best weapon is the icycle.. because it can stab.. and just melt and things shall be untraceable..
Thanks for sharing this with us, Pete
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i loved the third stanza.. it was the best imagery I think, but the imagery throughout the poem is really good and emotional. good work.
I also like the structure.
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Thank you! This was wonderful!
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yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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