Best Freezing Poems
The Russians, of course, think its cool
To jump in an icy-cold pool
But I'm not a fool
And made a Mule Rule:
Dive only where warmth greets my tool!
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My tears fall like
freezing rain
dripping from barren
branches overhead,
dampening my smile,
replacing the sunrise
with clouded sorrow
as your heart breaks
like thin ice
in the winter
of your sadness-
Dusk
A glimpse of the sun's rays
the basis of all life on Earth
But, in the back streets
The cold hands
Face to face
Every breath ...
a tired heart
The pale lips
Your mute words
a changing facial expression
I listening to your thoughts
You strive ...
against freezing wind
One day the journey is over
15/12/2019
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Poem of the Day : 17/12/2019
Freezing
snow atop the majestic mountain peaks that tower above me
will soon (as springtime in Happy Valley turns into summer) be
Melting
April 12, 2020 for Let The Pens Flow - Antonym Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE IN A COLD HOME
from the album "Heaters for Sale"
by Not Paul McCarney
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
Uncle Albert says you should go home, go home
Turn the heat up or sit by the fire
Toasty as upon a funeral pyre
Oo-hoo, because
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
No one takes the longest road home, road home
Put your feet up next to the blaze
Toes become candles before your gaze
Ooo-hooo!
The river flowing tumble of snow
jackets the buildings and the road
on the last twilight of 1998.
As the sky is slowly draped by darkness and coolness,
there I am on the coldest loneliest walk of my life.
All around, I can see some dancing colored lights.
The houses spells the happy shadows of families.
Some sharing a meal.
Some laughing out loud near their Christmas tree.
Some on the middle of a party.
Christmas carols flying free on mid-air like:
"...But heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal a hurting human soul..."
With only a coat, long thick black hair kissed by snow
and some old worn socks to warm me,
I traverse the street--
finding, finding a place I can call home.
About six days ago... I was also with my parents,
so happy, though we only share some bread and cheese
plus porridge that Christmas day.
Me and my parents hugged every night
allowing me to stand the icy nights of December
under the roof of our wooden worn-out home.
My parents though they can't read nor write,
they diligently work day by day for our needs specially mine.
I wasn't given any gift nor we can't everyday eat some meat.
However, my days with them are filled with fun-loving memories.
Not until...
a monstrous fire eat voraciously
our home and three other houses nearby.
My father though old with arthritis
carried me fast as he can to a safe place
and so my mother but ---
father ran back to the house
to save some of our things but unfortunately...
The roof of our home fell.
The fire so ferocious swallowed everything including my father.
My mom and I dealt with this pit of tragedy as one
but later I saw my mother slowly, slowly crumbling down.
She more than me is slowly falling down faster.
Her lamp of hope blown out.
And not long, past six on the same day my mother died.
Hence as the surrounding gets cold
so is the the life of me gradually reaching the freezing point.
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***Inspired by the story: The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen
and with some lines from the song: "My Grown Up Christmas List" by K. Clarkson
©O. E. Guillermo
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name A Christmas Tale
Placed 2nd
08:33 pm, December 17, 2014
HAIKU #13,004........................................SOME LIKE IT COLD AND FREEZING
Life is in the blood
Some like it cold and freezing
Invisible coat.
*
You are ever the tide that
tickles my toes,
leaving sandy sparkles in my
hair ... like mica,
You are the rhythm of days
that steals my tears ...
You are angry waves that wash
the film of sorrow clinging to my soul
far on out to sea
to mingle and rest among the easy
colours of we ...
You are my small box of tomorrows
wrapped in background music
of sea scents
and thoughts incomplete ...
You own my nakedness in dayshine
and moonlight, my soul
silhouetted next to yours,
blanketed in strands
of thinning illusion ...
You are evermore sun stars
in my peripheral,
tiptoeing crystals on breaking crests
that beg your name
‘til time runs out again ...
FREEZING RAIN, is there anything worse
Than driving slick highways, it's surely a curse
Danger is great
Time we must take
To make sure we arrive to write another verse
A chunk of ice fell off a car
As I was walking past.
With temps around the freezing point,
I guess it couldn’t last.
I must have been there when the weather
Inched to thirty-three;
In Fahrenheit, the freezing stops
At that exact degree.
And so that fender filled with ice
Had no choice but to melt.
When Nature is the dealer, well,
You take the hand you’re dealt.
The melting is the easy part to see,
‘Cause just one drip
Announces to the world that Winter’s
Lessening its grip.
What I’d like to observe instead’s
That moment, so precise,
When water leaves its liquid state
And reappears as ice.
We take for granted things like that
For science tells us why;
But there’s a little magic
We’d discover if we try.
and here i am drinking like i know
and there you are all ready to go
looks like the end and thoughts i can't contain
i wish that you would bend and just relax my brain
i cannot see my whole self without you
sweet detective, now i have not a clue
i say i'm sorry but it falls on deaf ears
it's like my every regrets are paying in arrears
i drink and drink until the world is just a blur
i wish i still knew what a few options were
but now i am drained and all out of fight
i never thought that the world was such a fright
you drive away and i my heart falls into debt
now i kind of know how it feels when Jesus wept
now i'll just live my life in a world of chocolate copper
i was once a prince but now i'm nothing but a pauper
in time i'll grow from each bad decision and mistake,
but for now i hibernate until i'm fully awake
(Sung To The Song "A Spoonful Of Sugar" By Julie Andrews...From the film..Mary Poppins)...(1964)
A winters New Year's Day cold swim
May seem irrational and grim
And dress-up fun is...set!
For that sea dip
The goosebumps marinated skin
Teeth fast chattering
A grimace, the tingles, the constant shivering
When.. a.. freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
Awaken the soul-oul
Awaken the soul
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
In a most unusual way
The rapid breathing and nose drips
And the strange blueness of my lips
My heart is now pumping extremely fast
While in the sea so cold and grey
Frozen eyes that won't obey
And icicles...are new...extentions to my hair
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
Awaken the soul-oul
Awaken the soul
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
In a most unusual way.
Wishing my body was much fatter
For protection and some warmth
But then, I hear the others scream and cheer
From each and every swimmer here
Money for charities we hold dear
We cheer and cheer
The mon-ey raised
Is very, very high
Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ahh
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
Awaken the soul-oul
Awaken the soul
When a freezing cold water swim helps awakens the soul
In a most unusual way.
Contest - To The Tune Of Musicals Part One Poetry Contest
Song - A Spoonful of Sugar from Mary Poppins
Sponsor - Natasha L Scragg
Written - 28.12.21
Shiver shimmer orb.
Waxing crescent, then frozen.
Night’s naked ghost eye.
You can feel the darkness that screw your heart..
You can feel your hair whirling with the dust above your eyes..
You are shattering to the sight of your reflecting face into the mirror..
You are freezing..
Your eyes take you far..
Far away from here..
Where the winds blow
And the waves go here and there and then carry you to the abyss..
The waves in her way back moan and cry and moan and sob for your fate and your faith once lost..
Your despair grows and grows till finds no limits and then suddenly stops..
Leaving you wonder and wonder aimlessly and then continues to grow deeper and deeper..
You eyes have no colors even if they are blue or green..
They seem to be empty and lifeless in a way that disgusts you I mean “you” the other self in me..
Who is the me?
Or who am I?
I hesitate between a pack of cigarettes in my hand and a broken glass of wine under my feet to interrupt my staring through the black window in my room..
It is all black basically and I don’t care much about the colors because I can’t really see any..
I turn on the T.V and notice that it is all bloody chains of everyday life that freak me out..
I turn it off finally and sit for awhile trying to remember my inability to resist facts and face problems that were disturbing me for ages..
And then I let it fall as I always do..
It makes me go crazier when I see that I’m powerless and tired of getting sick of it.. Tired of doing what they told me to do: how to behave, walk, wear eat what to say and what is forbidden to say and some other things..
Am I living a fake life?
Is this life?
Am I really living?
Why am I crying when it is useless?
Why am I not able to pretend to be happy?
Am I too pessimistic?
I don’t have any inspiration because I’m nothing..
I’m nothing while my surroundings live life to the full..
When I become heartless and undesirable..
I’m nothing when I can hardly read something..
When my friends come first..
When I have no time for myself if I still call it “myself”..
It's Spring but the snow still comes down.
It falls till it covers the ground.
It melts and then freezes,
I'm up to my kneeses,
In mud, slush and snow by the pound.
I saw the first Robin today,
Wearing toque, scarf and boots in a sleigh.
It was too cold to fly,
So he mushed right on by,
Headed South without further delay.