Literotica Poetry Contest Semi-Final Poll #3

[The Poets]

Vote on your favourite poem from this thread.

When the poll closes in 5 days, the two most voted entries from each semi-final will transit to a final poll, which will then decide the winner of the 1st Monthly Literotica Poetry Contest!

Please do not post here. Discussion can continue on the original Contest Thread.

 

[The Poets]

poem #15
freezerburn

your tongue
with its biting remarks
and cold tone
set me shivering
like ice-laden branches
being disciplined by the wind

the fangs of your
winter storm eyes
pierce the soft porcelain
that cowers helplessly
beneath your scrutiny

mirrored sapphire windows
voluntarily overlook
your raging blizzard
of dagger sharp icicles
and stinging flurries

desperately watching the spirals form
on a glass heart that is foreign now
in a place where the only beat you hear
is the dropping of the temperature

 

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poem #16
Frosted Pain

Icicles 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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poem #17
The Drifts of Her

It was a chill wind that whispered her name
and I felt her, hiding there, somewhere
perhaps in the trees, strolling a distant path
sitting peacefully on a weathered bench
feeding squirrels from odd scraps found in pockets.

With a coaxing voice, the same voice
that inspired a grandchild’s first steps
or encouraged small acts of bravery from us all
she talked to the squirrels and soon
they ate from her swollen fingers.

She was a winter night, the warm hug
and mug of hot chocolate you came home to
the Christmas lights on a tree, shining in the dark
the gentle song that promised a Silent Night
and a kiss with the milk and cookies left for Santa.

In the morning she was the snow
not unexpected, but a wonderful surprise
the pure white drifting in otherwise gray skies
a sled dashing down a hillside, a snow angel,
the smile, as snowflakes melted on your tongue.

Now, as my breath freezes in wispy clouds
I can see her in each word I speak
and as I look to the north, I wish for those snows
the drifts of her at the tree line, remembering
her light in the darkness, the warmth of her home.

 

[The Poets]

poem #18
Winter Night

Gauzy moonlight filters through the clouds,
The latest dust of snow twinkles in reply.
Skeleton trees tremble in the cold,
Chilled by white blankets spread upon the ground.

Seeming silence fills the night,
Broken only by mournful melancholy moans
From gusting winds rooted deeply in the north,
Sometimes frantic in their rattling of the window.

The lifeless night is still, motionless,
Till gusts of snow twinkle in the night
And whirlwind leaves, not knowing they are dead,
Dance and twirl in and out of sight.

Surreal night speaks through frost touched window.
Peering eyes seek to pierce the icy lace.
Desire to witness duels with heated breath,
Offering a fogging haze, translucent glaze.

January’s winter steals away at life.
Quiet stillness dampening spirits
With days perpetual dark and stark,
Offset only by cherished dreams of spring.

 

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poem #19
Forgiveness

Dare I taunt the Winters dance
toasty toes on a window seal
out the window with a second glance

Okay, so I took off my pants!

The snow was collecting in rather large mounds
wind was blowing so I made moaning howls
I was warm and dancing around

I wasn't gonna let winter get me down!

Stood at the window and shook my ass bare
I may have even raised a middle finger there
at Winter's virgin white spreading vale

That's when it happened without fail

The power went out all through the Valley
in darkness I sat at a window peering out
asking winter for forgiveness with plea

I was eight days without electricity

 

[The Poets]

poem #20
Within

Winter is the naked season
when solitude falls
from smoky skies and coats
the world in frozen reflection.

Past the frosted panes,
a fruitless look for flesh rests
on wind- flayed bones
before it sinks into the snowy hush.

And still the gardens sleep.

I stare within the frame
until the life in me clouds
the vacant canvas stretched
before my eyes. I watch

newly opaque glass morph
into a mirror that refracts
vision and moves me outside
looking in, searching

my sides for man-made holes
and hidden sprouts of spring.

 

[The Poets]

poem #21
"I’m watching someone turn my world upside down..."

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I’m watching someone turn my world upside down
outside my window
I can see it all fall away,
then pause
as my world is now turned right side up again,

and everything begins to drift back down,
or float,
hold
stare back at me in my little bubble
wondering how to get in
where the world isn’t being turned upside down quite so often
pressuring me to open up,
banging against the window so softly
in a vain attempt to find peace
before once again,
someone out there turns the world upside down.
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[The Poets]

poem #22
"Let's Tuck In"

Lazy stretch and roll.
Look out at winter;
there is a certain chill.

The view is liquid ice.

Freezing rain falls
onto tree limbs,
making crystals at twilight.

Snap! go the blinds.

“It's cold out, let's tuck in
for the night;
steam up the windows.”

Then surely, love past noon.

 

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