Best Hypothermia Poems
When out walking it started to snow
I’d forgotten to take my chapeau
With nothing on my head
Got frozen, soon lay dead
Hypothermia killed me you know!
As I was out walking in the snow contest
Sponsored by Kevin shaw
Dark humour for the contest
2/16/18
Categories:
hypothermia, clothes, death, irony, snow,
Form:
Limerick
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
Categories:
hypothermia, gothic, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Whoever finds themselves alone,
To make their bed a slab of stone,
Goes there but for the grace of I
To contemplate the reason why.
Who knows the journey each have led?
The horrors which they may have fled.
Financial ruin is one such fate,
Or just hard luck, the loss is great!
And so, a life where pride is lost
To forage bins at any cost.
Where passersby will turn their heads
To go home to their comfy beds.
A placard scratched out more in hope
Disguises that they fail to cope
And thus, the empty cups reveal
The hopelessness they can’t conceal.
The cold and bitter winters night,
The cardboard box for which they’ll fight,
May stave off hypothermia
But do little for insomnia!
It’s miserable to say the least,
The fact that they will never feast
Or just to shower, enjoy a cuddle,
Instead a lowly fire they huddle.
Have we now become so cruel?
Whereby society will often drool
On celebrities who matter not,
Whilst these poor souls are thus forgot!
Categories:
hypothermia, care, deep, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Rhyme
Different pains can be preferable
Though all hurts
Though all hurts deep
There are different
flavors
of
ferocity
Stinging, high pitched and sour screams
Burning, low boiled growling
Sharp, a swift high jab
Psychological
no
not
emotional, psychological
My psyche hurts
My emotions burn
My soul stings
My despair is sharpened
None can be seen
no evidence given
no one forgiven
My psyche HURTS
The warmth between hypothermia and death
warm and soft
I
want
to sleep
always
sleep
only
sleep
sleep is the only relief
there is but one other waking relief
Pain is relief
a jolt
a shock
that punches you out of the emotions you're drowning in
just a gasp
but it's preferable to drowning
a gasp
a slap-in-the-face-wake-up gasp
I can't breath
a gasp
Categories:
hypothermia, analogy, depression, sad, self,
Form:
Footprints walking our snowy, sandy place
The silence, oh, how she makes it nimbus —
The waves unchanged after falling snow crown,
Someone else in you and I; remember — ?
I look for the heart of these ebbing shells.
The cleanup of sea froze to this blizzard.
In my mouth, her hair — tongue stirs minuet
Through silver glitter of ice, nor'easter.
Like a whipped fish hanging onto a dock,
Through a tipping sun in your Aqua eyes,
Like the snow — a chilly buoy's heartthrob;
Will the ocean between us melt in time — ?
Another white wing like frost from seagulls
On frigid beach's body; letters traced —
Within the surf, our names' wipeout; and still
Winter goes without us, in snow and gray.
Categories:
hypothermia, angst, judgement, love, ocean,
Form:
Lento
I remember…
The long rocky finger I lived on that stretched
out from the mainland in the Bay of Fundy and
the soggy little white house covered in ocean brine
that did its best to shelter us from the great bi-polar Atlantic Ocean
that would on some days roar and thrash and throw itself against
our rocky foundation, splintering itself into endless liquid shards
that would climb high into the sky, then fall on my up-turned face,
drenching me into a state of near hypothermia.
There I would stand, squinting through burning eyes,
unable to pull myself away from that wrath, when suddenly -
the sun would disappear from the sky, causing the air temperature
to plummet, leaving me shaking like a leaf as the Great roaring Atlantic
fell silent and laid itself down as flat as a sheet of glass as that massive
grey monster approached.
Off in the distance, I would hear a buoy-bell timidly ringing in a feeble attempt to warn me of the impending danger that was quietly devouring the mainland, our little house, and the Great Atlantic, as the FOG came silently creeping in.
Categories:
hypothermia, childhood, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Aroma lingers
within the encasing bastion,
aisle upon aisle haunts the ancient catacomb
that is home to the decisive many.
User friendly ecstasy
depending on Fahrenheit fifty two,
this golden age to cherish?
Hypothermia guaranteed, with anything less.
Inward the soul is searched,
waves of thoughts woven by the juggler,
the body a vast kingdom to learn
yet the power to levitate.
The mind, acting out mutation
although not in the normal way,
“Optimist” He thinks he’ll save the world
when standing tall upon its pinnacle.
Ne’er question hell upon earth
or life in constant rotate,
darkness into light synthesize
the mingling tendon of dawn unfolds.
From the elusive underground the mind retreats
while hazily shedding off coats of vertigo,
worn, his weary body loiters with gleet
till “Xavier” goes flashing by.
“Screaming, his deep desires yearn
for the potency of ‘Zeus’”
© Harry J Horsman 1992
A form of ABC poetry, each line first starting with an A must contain
a letter in order, from the alphabet, second line B etc till the last line Z.
Categories:
hypothermia,
Form:
ABC
The first time my mother watched Titanic, she cried. Though, who could blame her when Jack would condemn himself to hypothermia and my father couldn't even call her once a month.
The first time I watched 16 candles, I knew I had to find my Jake Ryan. Who could blame me? When Jake took the girl who stands in the corner at school dances, the girl who keeps her head down to make sure no ones listening, the girl who's screaming at her teacher I know the answer! but says nothing, and lifts her from the depths of her unpopularity and brings her to bliss. But, no one told me what you would actually be like.
No one told me that you, you would be like stars in the ocean, and that my life would be so constantly surrounded by blackness and you would be like the light at the end of the tunnel. No one told me that loving you would be like jumping off a cliff, where it feels good to fall and then hurts so bad to land.
No one told me that I was a joke, and you sit there on your throne of lies and popularity and I was the jester at the bottom of your feet.
And while Molly Ringwald gets a cake and her Jake Ryan, I have a broken heart and a minor addiction.
Categories:
hypothermia, heartbreak, high school,
Form:
ABC
Frost bitten plants
fall from hypothermia:
My garden has died
Categories:
hypothermia, character, death, weather, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Anguish paints the mask.
Choking on dysphoria
begrimes a collapsed heart.
Hypothermia sets in
when squeezing the color blue.
Categories:
hypothermia, angst, loss, on writing
Form:
Tanka
As a talisman around my neck, I wear a glass magnifier.
Now where ever and whenever there is sun, I can make myself a fire
and cook food I have scavenged to kill any harmful bacteria,
or boil water free of all parasites that can cause dysentery and diarrhea,
or for the warmth my body needs to prevent possible hypothermia,
or as protection from any local life threatening wild predators.
As an added precaution I also always carry a disposable lighter,
in case darkness falls upon me before I can make my campfire,
but I only use my disposable lighter very rarely.
because it will run out of fuel eventually
and anytime I need fire when fire can't be
is an official life threatening fire emergency.
You won't have any chance of surviving in the wilderness successfully
if you don't make harnessing Fire your number one priority.
Categories:
hypothermia, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
Icy, chilled on the ivory
melting in the harbor
from the tongues warmth
but forces cranial hypothermia
thoughts frozen solid, pain
escapes through cartilage
frozen treats adored but
dreaded from it entering
the gates but as it does
residents scream for ice cream
Categories:
hypothermia, food,
Form:
Free verse
CIPA or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis
is a genetic disorder very rarely found among us.
They afflicted with this disorder have a damaged gene
and as a result, sufferers never experience the sensation of pain.
Many may assume that this would be a good thing
but they who are afflicted encounter much suffering.
Death from hypothermia among CIPA patients is quite common
because they never know when their body temperature is low or rising.
Some CIPA patients have had to remove all of their teeth
to prevent them from chewing on their lips whenever they eat.
There isn't any cure or treatment presently
for the few afflicted with this rare genetic disease.
I guess with so few afflicted, it's not a medical priority,
but maybe this disorder can be used positively.
Many bed ridden terminal patients suffer needlessly
with agonizing pain until they're deceased.
In my opinion, they ought to have the right to be
euthanized and put out of their misery,
but that isn't ethical among the medical community.
This is where I believe CIPA would come in very handy.
If research can figure out how to damage this otherwise healthy gene
responsible for allowing us to feel the sensation of pain,
perhaps it could be injected as a serum possibly
and relieve the chronic pain from dying patients permanently.
The patient would have a leisurely, peaceful exit completely pain free
and ethics wouldn't be violated within the medical community.
All terminal patients in chronic pain could all die humanely...
...but then I'm not a professional. This is just my theory.
Categories:
hypothermia, death, healthpain,
Form:
Rhyme
It is growing dark now
The air outside is cold
It is near the end of a winter day
Inside I'm warm
I have shelter
unlike the many homeless
I see on the street
and in subway tunnels
It's a sad commentary
on our society
which lets people live on the street
where they can get
hypothermia
due to weather conditions
Our city should open
its heats to the
homeless
There are some city residents with
great wealth
and some who have almost nothing
A rather sad state of affairs don't you think?
Maybe the situation will change
one day
But for now
We are caught in the web
Of a civilization without pity
Categories:
hypothermia, giving, humanity, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse
"Dress Warmly" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat".
Dress, dress, dress warmly-
It's a winter's day.
Wear your hat, your coat, your mittens, too
When you go out to play!
Bonus activity: Explain to children that the dangers of frostbite (frozen skin tissue)
and hypothermia (lowering of the body temperature) are real yet preventable by
dressing warmly and using good judgment in cold weather. Remind children to limit
their playtime outside when it's very cold.
Categories:
hypothermia, childrenchildren,
Form:
Rhyme