Best Cold Feet Poems
ice-shrouded tree limbs
tilt perilously groundward
sparrows have cold feet
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written November 15, 2022
syllables checked by PS
for "Winter Haiku Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
#20 on Best 100 New Poems List
Poetry Soup
February 1, 2022
Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter.
Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet.
Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s
light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat.
Into the glowing moss and down the hill,
like my grand, who’d make glorious foothold
into the street. Still, alone, basking in
happiness, woolen feet waltzing, toes cold,
knuckles chapping, clapping of my steepled
fingers. dry and joyful lips, arising,
Dizzy, I'd survey the amphitheater -
steam of cold-heat, underfoot apprising.
O my soul, the crooning blue signature,
expansive, inexpensive, pensive sky.
Behold God’s goodness directed my way.
Though fibbing from inside, I do not lie.
The arms of my chair, still, caring, hold me
or i’d jetty into my imagination.
There the birds stir up woozy fairyland
with tea and serenity’s coronation.
2/10/2021
Contest: All Yours (Feb 10)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
March nights, cold and bitter,
Awaiting spring
Just teasingly out of sight.
Cold feet pressed up against
The warm calves
Of a muttering bedmate.
"Are you keeping those
In the freezer?"
His almost nightly refrain.
A frigid morning snowstorm
embraces its many guests,
a white veil at this wedding,
reluctant bridegroom.
11/07/2015
For "Winter Dodoitsu" contest sponsored by Heather Ober.
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""I mean I have a mission
at my discretion waking everyday
in the morning. I know I should be
delighted but with my head all on
fire I'm tired, sometimes quite
beguiled... . "Two tone frogs on
the Lillie pads along with
the crickets kept me up
again last night - plus
there is the fact
that I miss you;
terribly they-
used to soothe-
me - don't know-
what to do-now-
but vent this... .""
"Gisele capri saucy-dub-ale ambrosia leafs socks they lay packed-
beneath - my Sally Sue goes running her little pride just brimming -
there is no way to the middle it is all black and white from-
time to time she's been known to state to me... ."
""Now with youth it will always prevail as
with wisdom - they'll never be the same -
"call it common ground or equal.""
"One fight-will obscure
rather than observe
always the view of
the righteousness-
of the other... ."
"Lest there-
be mercy...
they'll be-
only-another day-
of-cold feet and misery."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOgpT5rEKIU
Every time I see you, I am afraid to look
For fear that I may stare, and my awe of you will be mistook
As not a symbol of my adoration, but of something otherwise
That's why when you look at me, I tend to avert my eyes
I am not worthy to behold the beauty that you possess
I have you in the forefront, and in the recess...of my mind I always seem to find the words
to say,
But when I open my mouth in your presence, those same words slip away
Now finally I've regained control of my vocal chord
But my moment with you has past back to the drawing board
I mentally coach myself: next time don't be so tense;
And when you speak to her, say something that makes sense;
Don't be afraid, just let it all go
I see you again, and my confidence goes from high to low
My hands get all sweaty, I'm just not ready to be with someone seeming so perfect
My mind says tell her how you feel,
but I can't...I'm just too nervous!!!
How can I be so heartless
Do I really call all the shots
I expect change from everyone else
But I'm not willing to budge an inch
How does anyone love me so much
Do I just go along with it
Do I like being in control
I have everything planned in my own little world
How can I back down
How can I give in
How can I say this without them hating me
I'm spiteful
I know I am
It's how I block the pain
The pain that they caused me
What do I do from here
Life is changing for the better
and I'm getting doubts
How can someone
possibly love me so much
Here i satnd outside your door with heart in hand ,
wedding ring and band ,hoping that you'll understand ,
that this lust once love is lost in thought again,
Can you comprehend that you are just a woman and I a mere man?
Cold Feet
My legs are cold turning into lumps of ice
If I get up, they may break off like icicle on roofs
In Oslo when the spring comes around
Many people are killed that way an instant frozen
Diffusion a deep frozen head that can’t remember
Yesterday, but there is nothing one can do about it
It is forbidden to walk in the middle of the road.
Am I a snowman in a big garden left alone at night?
Don`t people know a snowman too can feel cold
despite coal eyes and carrot nose a warm heart
beats and looks in the Guardian to find a mate, but
the ladies demand too much wants me to be funny
entertaining and most awful of all sociable.
Crackling cold, satchel in tow.
Back for the role of baby for home.
For mama and daddy,
I’m proper lil Natty.
Back for the holds, cuddled for soul.
2/17/18 'As I was Walking in the Snow' Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
We stood together eyes staring at each other
The numerous windows of sight staring back scared me
My prince seems far away from me
I feel the ground open and I got swallowed
Is he saying no?
I looked at the preacher, how long will it take to say I do
He talks about forever and hints at eternity
My heart sank
I have been trapped
I saw fair ladies in skimpy skirts
Bare chested girls dancing and shaking their butts
I looked at fine young men giving me a smirk
My head swells
Is this it, no more freedom
This can't be happening
Can I change my mind
Time ticked and stopped at the same time
Then my lips went wet
Beautiful eyes hovering over me
Hands like comfort drawing me close
Smiles like peace spreading on my lips
Joy like a river flowing through my soul
Then I knew this is it
All the fears were not worth it
My prince is now my King
And I the loving queen
Legs swept of the floor
I plunged into a dreamland
I got drilled yet not destroyed
A wave of passion swept over me
Time seems to stop
I seem to float
Tears begin to roll with loud shout of joy
Then I landed and felt his flesh
To love, to hope and to care -
I want to steal away all these rares,
Profiting them mine
For only me.
A needy child hungering warmth
Is stuck with cold and tiny feet.
There are days into the sea I step,
Ever mindful of its depth.
Against my shins the froth enchants,
til intrigue tugs me to advance.
While writhing weeds like serpents’ snare
climb in deceit my skin--yet fair--
Rarely do I tread chest high
and never has she scaled my eyes.
Ever mindful, submissive sigh
Most of the time my feet stay dry.
Enervated and energized after cold shower
the perfect tonic to gin body though o'clock
wee hours August thirty one two thousand
nineteen - natural buzz to stave off relished
sleep, thus refueled with zest able to chop
chop thru printed material (dictionary seat
of pants newpage turner with a-z characters)
and no crock, but refreshing douse of chill
kept mien ole body electric able to dial back
feeling akin to soap bar man tiredness life
came to buoy quite some hours with joy de
vivre vigor analogous to morning dove (or as
if submerged smooth as ivory into Irish Spring),
until... bubbliness peaked than plunged yours
truly into fast shuteye descent lulled into land
o' dreams courtesy double fan tussy "white
noise," until I awoke with a start, (albeit heavy
grogginess clinging fast - thick spidery whirled
wide cob webbed glommed threads) unable to
offset toe tilly stark realization bare little feet
(plaintively oinking higglety pigglety) felt like
ice cubes, whereby skimpy blanket inadequate
to allow, enable, and provide adequate quality
sleep, hence inspiration piqued to attempt cob
bullying poem gifted (thank you watermelon
pickle) despite raggedy state, not optimal state
string words together rendering sense and cents
ability birthing feeble attempt to sweat out small
medium thoughts lodged within fifty plus shades
gray atrophied matter - begetting literary stillborn
whereby intensive care unit medical team resorted
to heroic measures applying revolutionary punk
chew weighted equilibrium until state of the art
poetic license intervention wrought sudden jaw
dropping miracle – whipped courtesy last ditch
Shakespearean divine resuscitation, (plus all the
king's men and all the king's horses) rendered
dead as a doornail absolute zero metaphoric
lifeless limp bizkit verse, neither lickety split
rhyme nor reason could explain tectonic shift
witnessing pluperfect (donned with little non hex
pence booties) manifestation vital signs, but
metered metrical blue feet in toto - oz needed
close monitoring to ward off 10,000 maniacs.
when we took a tour
each one there was a juror
were less and fewer
had been hard to beat
according to latest tweet
they will have cold feet
what you always knew
targets were of high value
destroy must do
even when afraid
budget was prepared and made
we will need their aid
valley monument
where we went to and were sent
way there need a hint
you should see each nail
like a fool would look frail
then had become pale