Best Freeze Poems
Cold,
numb
In my
deep depths of
vanished existence
Runs in darkness without a goal
I never resting, goes in opposite directions
Unknown in wilderness without qualification, even tears freeze to ice crystals
03.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Writing Challenge January, 2019
- Poetry Contest -
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Fibonacci : 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
1st place in the contest
Poem of the Day: 05.01.2019
Permafrost upon the boughs,
in a glistening diamond wood;
where the water meets the Terra,
thin sheets in semi-melt
perform a slow ballet.
icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia
heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded in cease fire
his father had fought at the Russian Front
which left his own upbringing out in the cold
no Potemkin façade could melt the chagrin of
twelve years of Germanic menace and madness
both of them prisoner to emotional deprivation
trans-generational transmission of trauma in action
it was bitterly cold in the heat of many a moment
and icicles festered in the young brain to be formed
shape up they said – fight flight or freeze
food for thought no doubt but what about feelings
many winters have passed and the old man is dead now
took many secrets and memories into his grave
the boy now in his sixties decided he needed a snow man
carrot charcoal eyes and Che Guevara’s bandana
collected drift wood from a beach of forgiveness
and danced around the bonfire of exorcised hurt
until permafrost yielded to fire and passion in time
he had been his own antagonist for far too long
From heaven above, white powder falls
as trembling in the icy breeze
shadows loom on my garden walls.
They tremble along with the limbs of trees
quaking naked in winter’s freeze.
I watch those shadows on display
and shiver too – down to my bone
as limbs forlornly in my garden sway
to the sound of wind, a fearful moan.
Wind stops! The frail limbs have thicker grown!
Those shadows once had been so frail
before the wind ceased to blow.
Now they tell a different tale.
for mimicking the trees, they show
that the branches now wear coats of snow!
Feb. 10, 2022 for Emile Pinet's Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
sterile white snowflakes
coldness covers the still night ~
snow wolf fluffs its tail
(January Full Moon – Algonquin)
Weather Alert, Expect Hard Freeze
Miracle Man
October 31, 2023
The weather alert started with a northwest breeze,
and said before morning we’d see a hard freeze.
But this won’t be the earliest freeze I’ve seen,
for it isn’t uncommon to predate Halloween.
The results of this, green leaves will be browned,
and I still had garden hoses laying aground.
Each year I’m slower doing winterizing chores,
Just the thought of winter drives me indoors.
I’ve put things on hold too numerous to mention,
a warm cozy fire always steals my attention.
The furnace must be checked before turning it on,
and all large windows heavy drapes to be drawn.
It’s hard to get motivated feeling chained to a walker,
I guess my main fear is I’m becoming a balker.
Early each morn I have thoughts about writing,
but most thoughts of late aren’t overly inviting.
And Jesus loves me!
I’d log onto the soup each day
In hopes I’d have something to say
What once flowed with ease
Is locked in a freeze
But unplugged, thawed thoughts find a way
it is the atomic weight that matters most.
violent barbiturate toungues empty coffee cups
and deliver the insight.
before there was religion there
was foldgers dry roast.
before the lunar landing there
was instant oatmeal.
still my toungue is heavy with saliva.
i shall not lie.
it is the description that matters least.
the patient deconstruction of all
unsound perspectives.
bright and ultra bright scientific
notations fell from heaven like lightening.
the witnesses annotated cauterized edges
and spoke in the most literal sense.
before there was a mother there
was a mosaic womb.
before there was a helix faith
there was a clay parable.
still the pencil aches in the
palm of my hand.
i shall not murder.
it is the pattern that matters most.
catching low tide shells in between shallow moons.
fringed hands count down the gene pool legend,
seperated only by accented lips.
before there was a cleric in a robe
there was a tilt in the axis.
before there was a fat bellied fertility goddess
there was a splinter in a finger.
still my stomach is full of acrid
compound naratives.
i shall not want.
I’ve never really needed ice cream,
just the mention and other’s eyes beam!
Ate a spoonful with such ease,
then my eyes bugged from brain freeze!
I’d rather sit back and watch y’all scream!
@-->----
I was frozen in place when
I felt it “bite me” – a nip
On my neck from a pesky
Mosquito – oh no!
I couldn’t move to kill it,
So I stayed still. But cringed when
I saw the mosquito land
On Deborah’s nose!
4/7/12
Susan Burch
For Linda's "Bite Me" contest
Bit Deborah Burch
FREEZE - FRAME OF QUEBEC CITY
Time-capsule towers over St. Lawrence:
Heights of Abraham look imperiously down
On the Ile d’Orleans spread over the river,
Chateau Frontenac’s fairytale frivolous turrets,
Le Parlement’s serious severity,
Antique town with narrow cobbled streets,
Overhanging shoulders of timbered gables.
Clipclop of caleche leaps back centuries,
Cobblestones echo concertina and fiddle music
About log-driving men with peavey poles.
L’ete indien - a world of rust and copper leaf,
Montmorency Falls and the legend,
All frozen in time and in winter’s snowy grip.
Ice fell on Italy
making it Iceland
under a deep freeze
HER:
I'm on this blind date.
HIM:
(Baby, it's cold outside).
HER:
This date AIN'T so great!
HIM:
(Baby, it's cold outside).
HER:
I'd rather be home...
and watch paint dry!
It takes me five hours to get ready!
My Dior dress looks sexy and chic!
This half-wit is dressed in a teddy -
my best friend set me up with a freak!
HER:
We sit down to eat.
HIM:
(Baby, you look so fine).
HER:
His breath smells like feet!
HIM:
(Wishing that you were mine).
HER:
If I pass some gas -
will this jerk leave?
His manners and looks are atrocious -
and broccoli is caught in his tooth!
I'm sorry if I sound precocious:
but he makes a wild warthog seem couth!
HER:
I've got to get home.
HIM:
(Baby, it's cold out there).
HER: (thinking)
You short, KNOCK-KNEED gnome!
HIM:
(Oh, the scent of your hair...).
HER:
I really do think...
this night is done!
You may be a nice beast for someone?
But I'm not the Shrek-ess whom you seek.
My "best friend" will surely adore you -
and entertain you into next week!
HER & HIM:
Baby, it's cold outside!
Sung to the tune of: Baby, it's cold outside!
As unprecedented weather
sweeps across the freezing land
my thoughts and heart goes out
to every woman child and man
To all soupers who are feeing the colds
chilling bite
after seeing the terrible pictures on TV
I pray you all be safe
both day and night.
Please spare a thought
for the old
for the ones on the streets without a home
Help them to keep warm have food
and make them not feel so alone.
One thing I do know about Americans
you pull together in a crisis well
praise to you and medical staff
and rescue workers who risk their live's for others
I wish them well.
''One extreme to another. as America freezes. Australia has record high temperatures of hot weather.
My thoughts and prayers are with them too. and hope they get no more bush fires.''
Peter Dome.copyright.2014 Jan
Fight the fear inside
Flight: to run away and hide
Freeze in the headlights.