Penny Lane is in My face with her warm wet tongue, My cheeks cold no more!
By Tammy Castleman10 months ago in Poets
when the cold creeps in my hand retreats to safety beneath your arm’s warmth
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Freezing bathroom, ARG! Steamy water like dragon Comes with warm-forked tongue.
Deprived of touch for so long, you forgot about the warmth of your hands.
By Jada Ferguson10 months ago in Poets
Strawberries need warmth To survive through the winter Straw or leaves will do
By Gregory Payton10 months ago in Poets
Moonbeams warm the night Staring at the stars delight Embrace the beauty
Gathered round the ring Paying respects under stars Cremating dead trees
By We the PPUL10 months ago in Poets
You gave me a seed warmed by your heart. Sweet blossoms still balm frigid airs.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh10 months ago in Poets
strike, strike, watch them burn cup your fingers round the flame my little match girl
By A. J. Schoenfeld10 months ago in Poets
Ma plays bill bingo Cue out-of-date space heater Kindling far too close
By Paris Giles10 months ago in Poets
The sun warms the soul even when artic winds blow walking the path home.
By Gail Winfree10 months ago in Poets
white icicle world; furnace of your hands over mine in dying light
By Raistlin Allen10 months ago in Poets
