Best Coldest Poems
The cat bowl has been frooze for a week now and the wind is howling like a banshee in the
window cracks. The thermometer reads eighteen degrees and dropping, granny says the
temperature will keep dropping; she knows the degree of pain in her joints is more severe
than ever before. I hope that the old car starts on time in the morning to get me to work and
back.
The wind was blasting like hurricane forces against the vinyl siding of our home. I hoped
others will have a safe and good night and no frozen pipes or worse. I am glad to have a roof
over my head, my family safe around me and a full belly. Everything else really doesn't
matter. Though I pray that we will have no wind damage to our home tonight on this coldest
night in history.
The night the house was buried in snow; we found a fully frozen buck close to our house and
mounted his head since he didn't need it anymore. The antlers make a good hat rack.
Yes the north wind blew harder than I have ever heard before....causing instant frost bite to
any bare skin exposed. The kind of night for snuggling and chilli or any warm beverage.
This cold night was special in a spiritual way; there was a special visitor to our door that
night and he brought a message like no other. I knew the message was for me and only me
from God Himself....
Yes I had a real awakening that night while fighting off chill bumps and cabin fever.
to be continued...
in the coldest winter ever, i learned to b-more careful
skool of hard knocks taught me to be more street smart
you see i grew up in the bronx
but mommy made it disney world
cause i was her only baby girl
i still saw the misery and learned real early that it loves company
so i should'nt talk to strangers or they'd put me in danger
introduce me to the things i shouldn't know
i learned to be a little lady not have my 14th birthday baby shower party
my aunties already knew the code of the streets and i learned to decode the
messages my mother taught me by kickin the cypher
I tried to keep my ear to the streets and learn the stories of the lifas
i wanted to be well-rounded so when i stepped of the curb i would still remain
grounded
i wasn't at the number hole or in the corner set-up I kept my head up
I was lookin for the light at the end of the ghetto
i wasn't gon' let it take me in circles
Cause i knew i had to do some new shiit
cause in the coldest winter ever i became more clever
I Learned why mommy said don't go exposin ya gold in the ghetto
wear a sweater
waking up with dismay
window glasses frozen
house turns into freezer
The Weather People say it surely has been
A couple of cold and snowy winter months
I'm not at all pleased with this revelation
Long for the days it was once
Used to wonder if we'd have a green Christmas
Well there sure was no question this year
Would've been a miracle if it turned out green
We had snowbanks up to our ears
Lived in Canada since the day I was born
Should be used to weather up here
It's something we actually never get used to
More than once I've frozen my ears
Why me? Why wasn't I born down in Jamaica
Walk around in shorts all day
Dream on my friend, think of this
Could've lived near Hudson's Bay
© Jack Ellison 2014
"The Coldest Dish: Chapter One"
by: Silent One and Eric Boddie
This is the story of an old ancient Chinese master,
for those who challenged him, it only resulted in disaster.
Built like steel, flexible like elastic, Kung fu was his game,
in every contest, every participant feared his name.
Throughout his Life, he mastered so many styles
All stemming from the day his home was defiled
As only a baby, the Black Lotus killed all his next of kin
And in the 40 years that passed, he was consumed with getting revenge
Years of pain, had slowly built rage inside,
the black lotus was afraid, he had nowhere to hide.
With his Shaolin sword, the kung fu master set off in his quest,
after 40 years of training, he was at his lethal best.
After days and days of travel, the first destination was reached
The school atop the mountain where the black lotus teached
Quickly and silently, blood flooded the entire room
The master showed no mercy in creating this bloody tomb
The black lotus relied on his ferocious dragon claw,
but the kung fu master defended with the tiger paw,
attacked with a venomous flying kick and broke his jaw,
pierced his heart with his sword, such brutality was the law.
But there was a sound behind the wall, what could it be
Not yet dead, the black lotus looked on in such pain and misery
The master removed the wall to find black lotus' wife and daughter who was with child
The master then said, "REMEMBER MY FAMILY!!!," coldest dish style
Yet he had a heart, he spared them and showed mercy,
after all he knew the pain of loss and showed them sympathy.
Putting his sword away, he walked away, accomplishing his revenge,
but these stories never end, as one day the child will look to avenge.
5 August 2015
The shortest day of the year
Winter solstice cold icy air
Nibble at my skin
Dec. 21st two thousand ten
It’s cold in the south
Overseas in Europe, mammoth snowfalls
Hundreds of planes grounded
And thousands of people marooned
It’s wet in the California
Heavy rains, flood lands
Take over sundry homes, folks wading waters
Cars congested, mired traffic
In the winter chaos
A lunar eclipse spectacular
Captured the minds of countless
Won’t chance again till Dec. 10th 2011
Let me tell you about the coldest winter ever. I thought the snow would continue to fall
forever. A blizzard came through and snowed us in. I caught the flu and was delirious for
an entire weekend. The electricity was out and no doubt all was lost. It seems we could not
overcome the frost. Kerosene heaters could only do so much. Everything in the house was
ice cold to the touch. We were so cold, we did not even have a desire to eat. Huddled
together, fighting the weather with our body heat.
The winter was so mean, and just when there was a sprinke of hope...we ran out of
kerosene! And cold water equals bad hygiene. We eventually ate saltines for protein. We
would shiver under the covers thinking we were gonna freeze to death; but we discovered
warmth in our hot smelly breath. During the night we used a flashlight. Being out from under
covers our bodies would be attacked by frost bite.
On that last morning at the crack of dawn. The snow was melting and I could see parts
of the lawn. We were all physically, emothionally drained. But the cold still remained. I
then knew, that too, would not last forever. But it was still the coldest winter ever.
Note: Constance la france wanted to feel the chill of winter for the contest "Let it
Snow" ...Read on but don't get frost bit...lol
Winter brings the cold winds of Alaska,
even sunshine is frozen...
only your breath warms me!
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Any Old Poem " ( Not A Contest ).
Written on 1/7/2016
In the darkest and coldest world
one can find a flickering flame,
never allowed to shine brightly and widely
and break the macabre darkness;
nothing could escape from here,
from its torturous and squalid abyss...
where each demon has a frown of austerity:
ah, in this obscure confinement, I'd be afraid!
In the darkest and coldest world
the isolation is unbearably horrid;
bats constantly squeak to scare off owls that coo,
hunters hear their scary sound and speedily shoot;
nobody shows compassion for the ugly creatures
that only seek warm blood to feed their bellies!
In the darkest and coldest world
demons obey their master Lucifer,
he controls them with his menacing looks
and they dare not speak a rebellious word;
this Fallen Angel with extreme handsomeness
was thrown down to beautiful Earth
from Heaven until he would complete his wrath:
don't be prey to this vicious captor!
In the darkest and coldest world
nobody is free to breathe air and to rebel,
to plot and seek revenge in unescapable Hell;
and being doomed to obedience, there's no will
to compromise, any disorder is harshly punished
by a thousand lashes that make the flesh bleed!
each day I look into your eyes
and a stranger meets my gaze
slowly I've come to realize
there's nothing in that hazel haze
not a single trace of love
nor the slightest sliver of passion
only the cold push and shove
of today's emotionless fashion
and the darkest storm cloud
settles heavily upon my heart
my grieving soul screams aloud
as the lightning of my love for you rips me apart
Dusk of a dark night;
Dawn of a cold winters night;
Night is the coldest.
Coming out of a cold season
Which I admire
Going into a warmer season
Causing me to perspire
But I do desire this warmer season
I claim and commit to spring
Speaking of a seasonal special emotion
The next season causes me to have
A melt down of considerable disposition
And yes, cook an egg on the hood
Of your car. Even to hot to barbeque.
I'll take that cue excuse me.
I despise the season, SIZZLING
SUMMER, when cold lemonade is
Worth more than a fifty dollar bill.
I'm liable to stick my head
Inside of a grocery store freezer
As the store clerk says chill man its
Not that bad.
Perspiration touching the eyeballs burning.
Hungry for the coldest winter, yearning for
A crystal clear tall glass of frigid AIR!
there's a boiling point of perspiration in creases
I never knew I had.
Where is the first snow flake I'm wishing for?
It was the coldest winter I have met and survived to speak about.
In Michigan, at a friend’s house, only maybe she was not a friend.
I had no idea she would turn on me, and become ugly with words.
There was no place to go; this was a country home, and I was on foot.
The snow was piling up hard and fast. The wind chill was ridiculous.
I tried a few times to apologize, without knowing what I had done.
Di did not return to school. In silence her mom drove me back.
Di seemed depressed and despondent. I never heard from her again.
The coldest tear I ever felt
By: Susan Lynn Covington
Date: June 29th 2007
The coldest tear I ever felt fell slowly down my face at a bow
The coldest fear I ever had was at that moment of sadness
The chill of its furry left my eye blurry
And confustion had taken what my mind had mistaken
The burn of ice left a cut so deep in to my face as I feel to sleep
As I slipped away in to a deep sleep dream to keep
The coldest ever in life to have to know
Is the one that feel down from my eye so slow
And its end it paused to make sure
That I knew what is mission was and it was to kill
The meaning of this is that life dus exist
And its sadness that it bears, Burns tears cold and fears
So when you have the UN wanted chance to know what I mean
I feel for your soul and inside just scream, let it know you’re not alone
And find the one to hold you and make it known
That as cold as ice sharp as its knife
Just can’t make you take you or break you, from who you are inside
So fight it stop it make it disappear
And hold on to the one that is close and never let its fear
Make you and the one you love Disappear
The cold hands of the night crept in from the walls,
But hurts like the slave master's steel,
And still, the shivers building up around my spine stung from within my glommy soul,
Shattering my nerves and rib cage,
Leaving me like a broken detached segment of glasses.
A drowsy murmur floats on the air like thistledown,
Killing me softly,
Like a giant galleon overhead,
Looking like some misty monster of the deep,
An implacable foe, imminent and overmastering peril.
I lacked the soothing warm heart of a companion,
To hold me close and chase my fears,
In a tone of unconditional love and satisfaction,
I'm ardently and enthusiastically convinced,
It's my choice, based not on a fundamental error,
In a lonely and darkest hour of the night,
Where there was no love found and no love lost.