Best Icy Poems
the river holds the sky in a trembling mirror
icy but calm as if dusk has laid its hand
gently on the water’s pulse.
bare branches lean inward listening to the quiet,
to the soft descent of winter’s silver breath~
river icy on water’s quiet breath.
poem inspired by “Winter Dusk” posted June 23, 2026
While I gaze at nightfall through chilled droplets
my musings try to redesign past reveries:
oh those exotic, summer escapades now buried
in gravestones of ice- powdered vapor…
and now the blistering winds return
when a frigid son of Poseidon veils
eve's tableau with ghastly pines
like numb statues macabre and furrowed,
hiding the radiance of moonlight.
Looks drab, not interesting, yet come early morn,
the sprigs beckon a tune elegantly droning
on lucent flakes to nibble the skyline red…
a mirror of stars circling in a gentle, gentle prance,
this, only in the magic of a white winter spell.
9/24/2016
Interesting Contest for john lawless
Seasons change
From winter to summer
But in my case
It’s dreaded snow every hour
Is this my fate to live
What be it be
Frozen flowers in a garden
by a glass of blue sea
Strolling in the park
No children are laughing and singing
Lovers hand in hand
No sound of music's playing
So I say to myself
What happened to me
It's like a thousand stormy winters
With no birds and the bees
And I pray and I pray
I pray and I pray
But nothing really happens
Nothing's coming my way
It’s going to be...
An Icy summer
Alone in my icy world
No April showers falling
And autumn winds don’t blow
Just another...
Icy summer
Alone with my icy soul
Where plastic trees sway statically
And nobody's loving me....
May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall.
For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl.
What is that, that that I see, it's the
Dark Angel glaring down upon me.
Hold still my courage tightly grasped.
Guard it against my building weakness.
Surely my hedge stone of strength falls fast.
For with gaping mouth, my soul's aghast.
O guardian angles where art thou?
Of your essence, I do not see!
Upon you, I trust all that make me
The vivacious heroine I currently-be.
Yet, now I am fallen on bend-of-knee
With mounting weariness, my nerves grow thin.
Windows wide opened reveals stark fear within.
Take charge "my" icy stare frozen sickles brightly glare.
Of this moment of graved aware
Affixed to root a solid mass vital seconds now to pass.
Still no twitch or flick of "foot", all thoughts to flee, all thoughts last.
With outstretched hands grant me my honor.
Of restoring please do not ignore.
Return to me my pride and glory.
On this notion, I do implore.
Do not snatch the life within me.
Release my breathing so it flows free.
Of my name, you do not see.
On the list given unto thee.
Go thy way yonder time to come.
Here now living I’m not done.
~~~Preludes in the poem "Tones"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tones_1198731
As I walked along the cold, windy street,
I saw a wisp of smoke in the air,
Drifting and curling, like a ghostly sheet,
A lonely figure, standing there.
At first I thought it was a burning ember,
But as I drew near, I saw it was a cigarette,
A symbol of a soul that's filled with amber,
A heart that's hidden deep, but not quite set.
For who can know what lies beneath the surface,
What secrets hide within the human heart,
What darkness lurks in the hidden recesses,
Of a soul that's cold and lonely from the start.
The smoke may rise and vanish in the wind,
But the true nature of a soul is hard to find.
It may be dark and twisted, or gentle and kind,
But one thing's certain: it's not defined.
So let us not judge by what we see,
For appearances can be deceiving,
And in the end, it's what lies beneath,
That truly matters in our believing.
It starts with an unforgettable roaring sound,
Like nothing I'd heard before.
There's people and protection all around,
while my feet slide on the cold hard floor.
Armed with only one simple twig,
And two knives strapped to my feet.
I move forward like a ravenous rig,
Never slowing or missing a beat.
The wind plays music through my ears,
My heartbeat begins to race.
Losing mind of all my fears,
As my enemy becomes face to face.
There's only once chance for this to work,
So I focus in and take a shot.
As I can hear the enemy allies lurk,
I know I've given it all I got.
Suddenly the sound of a siren,
As I hear and become cocky.
There's no sound of hit iron,
Which is the best when scoring in hockey.
The red umbrella was the sign
An icy treat would soon be mine
A memory when I was young
When snow cone magic cooled my tongue
A block of ice perched on a cart
A masterpiece, a work of art
The line was long but soon I’d be
Filled with joy and summer glee
I watched the vendor scrape the ice
Fixed upon the strange device
Particles that sprayed about
Cooled my face from summer’s drought
Then he shaped the precious chips
I dreamed of how they’d cool my lips
Now the time to choose at last
My flavor choice the man would ask
Coconut would always win
And so he’d start to pour and spin
A bottle rich with sweet delight
Oh how I loved that icy sight
Done and paid now it was time
True happiness for just a dime
Then racing fast against the sun
As coco ice would melt and run
The cold, loud wind reminds me, that I'm warm . . .
_______________
January 30, 2016
Iambic Pentameter
You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing,
you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading-
into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging
into something new, indestructible and its paying-
for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating-
whether it's hells best friend, and heaven's clever liar
it's all about the thoughts, the ones that take the time creating-
a poisonous kiss, Snow White's apple, her curious desire-
so sudden yet expected, this obvious satire-
of a mess, a disaster, it's not only killing a fair maiden
but all of the minds involved in this strange iced fire-
one that's about to be put out, and the red apple can trade in-
for the lingering premonition, you've been regretting
cause nothing can be far worse than simply neglecting.
Frosty froth, falling
perforating blue eddies.
Liquid nitrogen.
27 February 2010
Icy Carpet
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Frozen waterfall
Weaving naked rocky hills
Roots grappled firmly
5th Place to Raul Moreno's Icy Cascade Contest: 3/7/2010
Frosty morning scene
Icy crystals scatter beams
Of fiery sunrise
Sharp pellets of hail
angrily slap at the earth
pricking and provoking
a chilly temper tantrum
from dark, grumbling skies.
Written on 11/2015
The Last Red Rose of Autumn – Second Portrait
The promise of Mother Nature
to come back
after a deep Winter's sleep
under thick white covers
green leaves
colorful blossoms
humming bees
singing birds
in between
newborn red roses
full redolence and true beauty.
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 24, 2018
(Free Verse)
Thirty three below zero with windchill
freezes exposed flesh so very quickly.
Scarves wrapped round and round make winter mummies
covered head to toe against the bitter cold.