Passion Of The Ice Queen

“Upon the Earth winter kissed the seasons with her ice covered lips. Leaving her chilled crown to melt on the ground so spring can hydrate her future seed’s.”

T’ Is a night of dark desire,
a song of sorrow fells the air,
the stars shine bright,
as the fog rises.
Curling, icy wisps of winter
that shrouds her brooding form,
an everlasting kiss
of frozen passion touched
her lips, so fair.
Her black hair cascades
over her pale and tragic
shoulders, and her full
Auburn eye’s watch shyly,
upon the morn where she
lays forevermore.

Now a night of duality,
I weep for such beauty,
as the winter waits no longer.

The ice Queen,
walking the white rings
of summer, autumn, and spring.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

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Dancing To The Beat Of A Different Drum

To relate to you,
I have to think with an abstract view.

I don’t have masks to cover myself
I am exactly what you see before you.

I have no boundaries for myself,
yet I respect that you do.

I am an honest fool,
who’s very much aware
of being the fool.

I have never lived my life
like you do,
though I have tried to,
I have learned early on;
no one can make me happy but I.

To be happy I had to let go
of my expectations,
Stop thinking everything should
move like I want it to.

I learned life isn’t about myself,
it’s about everything else,
how I live is how it moves.

I go left, life goes left too.

I might find it difficult to move
like you but I still do.
I just move with a twitch
in my step, dancing to the beat
of a different drum than you do.

I might not dance like you do
but I might dance better than you
because I am willing to learn.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Like A Jerk On The String

The universe decided,
like a jerk on the string
it tugged on me.

I became its puppet,
it became the puppeteer.

I decided to pull back,
taking the reins choosing
my own destiny.

I became the puppeteer,
pushing the jerk off the sting.

The universe had no choice
but to give up it’s place making
room for one more day.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Walking The Line

When I was younger,
life was supposed to be simple.
Sadly I am not a simple person,
my life has been painful,
full of disorderly view’s,
I never got to choose.

Slowly as I grew,
life got easier
more positive construction
than before.

What changed?

Well, I did.
I took the reins,
I took control over
my own destiny.

I set a destination,
I packed my life into
my suitcase of forgotten dreams.
Set out for my adventure
to face my battle’s.

Today I am happier than ever,
I don’t fear life because
I faced death before it
could steal my life.

I chose to fight,
I chose to live my life,
through thick and thin
I walk the line in between
fear and suffering,
never falling too far
from the line.

I am walking the line,
it might be bent oddly askew
but I am still walking through.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Ice Burg Effect

The white ice packed tightly against the mountains edge,
the ice creaked and screeched
as it rubbed against the warm air.

Slowly it started to melt,
first it hardened firm and cold,
then it broke into large pieces.

Each piece took it’s place,
as an ice burg floating around
lonely and cold.

The season blows change all over,
causing life to move.

We are like the ice burg,
floating around the Earth,
waiting for a chance
to collide with others
like ourselves.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Moonlight Rose Poetic Progress

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The Moonlight Rose

The Moonlight Rose
On Midnight Delights

“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”

Nyctophilia
noun
“a love or preference for night, darkness.”

But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.

I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.

Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.

I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.

You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.

Time: 12:00am

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet |  The Moonlight Rose |  The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0

The Cold Kiss Of Winter

The leafs are growing colder,
curling up on the branches of the tree’s.

I can feel the air breathing
it’s cold breath on my skin.
As my body shivers
with goosebumps.

I crave coffee more
and warmer foods.

I have the heater on through out
the night and day.

I love the weather
when it cools off through the day.

It’s the cold kiss of winter
I crave, when the summer heat
takes so long to go away.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Blogging Poetry

I once was boarded up
inside my mind,
played with shadows
I thought were mine.

I felt so small
because I knew how large
life was compared to me.

I never saw the star
I was meant to be.

Until one bleak cloudy day,
I put my shadows away.

I looked up to find my way,
I saw the sky and I noticed the
stars.

I thought I want to be like those
burning lights above your head
burning brightly for all to see.

So I started blogging my poetry.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

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