Ice, Ice ridged life
If life's a lie
It's the way I'd want to die
It feels no pain
It suffers only gain
Cold, cold is it
It feels like frozen grit
It's like a mist so soft
It can carry you aloft
I love its warm embrace
Swirling and grace
Mercy ever sure
In it I feel secure
My life is like a block of ice
Changing, forming, new each day
Still as rock yet soft as wool (clay)
Velvet to the touch and cool
Silken smooth and rigid too
Ice, Ice, Ice
I live in its cotton
Its gravelish embrace
Its mountainous structure
Its grain like size
It has the ultimate speed
It moves and yet does not
It is my home my place so dear
It's always far away yet near
Fire, Fire warlike fire
A warlock, a wizard
A warrior true
A stealthily shade
A bright light
A comfort and harm
Oil powered
Crazed machine
Fire, Fire, Fire
A blissful trance surrounds you
You're terrifying too
You hurt to touch
Yet oh, I must
Your flawless grace
Your graceful face
Yet burn you can and must
It's your way, I trust
Fire, the sluggish
Fast marine
The watery flame
The one water that will burn
The oil that only sooths
The hope in a dark pass
A terrifying sight
You're grand to behold
Yet can't be touched
Hear oh, yes
Yet not at all
Fire the most powerful healer
Yet hurting's also true
From you I expect nothing
Yet you give and give
I wish with you I'd die
Oh, but yet I live
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
