Best Shivering Poems
What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told
But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down
I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe
My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver
I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be
He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee
It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back
If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free
I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup.php
there… solitary
on the street corner she stands
naked, shivering
~*~
Note: Sorry, but there's no mystery here. There is a little oak tree on the street corner (I've taken photos of her since her leaves began to change colors). Then two days ago after a long, cold rain, all her leaves were gone!
egrets on shore
absorb cold, harsh winds...
shivering flocks
*Entry for the “Animal Haiku” contest. I live in Florida.
so much of stress
so many things happening around me
am feeling of so much pressure
my preparations are over
still not getting confidence
a feeling of being tensed
my head is washed away
I can't remember anything
A dream of standing amidst a vast crowd
so many questions are asked
but am answering nothing
I don't know what is falling on me
I think it's a fever
exam fever !!!!!
.....Xam fever ..
Winter shivering
Sitting in a warm room
Comfortable, so good
Just look out the window
Cloudy December, so cold
Shaking, freezing, room gone
We lie beneath a bed of endless snow
a dream in frozen fantasy imbued
await the barking call of blue-black crow
to join again the festival renewed
bask in the sun amid cold water's flow
and brashly flaunt our brilliance un-subdued.
So do the buds in shivering applause
bid curtain call to winter's final pause.
2/11/2021
Spring poetry contest
Regina McIntosh - sponsor
dry wells of summer
fill with borrowed
love
dark books of torture
torn flags of deceits
procession of
greeds
we are shivering in
the hot wind
shivering friend where have you been?
are you lost in a dream somewhere?
shivering friend i'm here till the end,
if you leave might you take me there?
shivering friend it's cold in the snow,
if your lonely will you let me know?
shivering friend you're sad i know,
but the sun will shine again.
Love is like Ice Cream
You eat it but outside cold
Shivering Sadly
Date: March 18 2020
Inspired by a strange vanilla shake I drank
Spring, please hurry and clothe shivering trees
with lovely birdsongs and lilac-touched leaves.
February 9, 2022
March covers the tiny, shivering buds
with frost, soon they'll adorn women's hair
to attract mates who seek an intimate affair;
some guys like dark hair, others like blonde hair,
its the choice of brooms, of certain studs
who prefer ladies who dress with a distinctive flair!
Earth and sea are silent and dominate
the mood of bleakness and anxiety,
impatient eyes peak from windows
and seem tired of snow dreaming of flowers,
of sunshine, of all that's lovely...
to put away a long winter of solitude!
Granny plants seeds in clay pots,
they lay on the balcony where pink roses sipped
rain and basked in scorching sun rays,
their aroma filled the breezy rooms decorated with curtains
that flapped and were lulled by the incoming breeze
blown in by elms that reached the window of Louise...
while Lily embroidered a wool shawl and sang!
Nobody is in a rush to go anywhere,
boredom slows them down quite a bit,
they can't find a better reason to exist;
they lack energy and motivation unless
a shot of whisky warms their cold blood
and a witty smile beautifies their gloominess!
Emily acts differently, she takes Furry for a walk
and meets Mat who entertains her with his sexy talk;
he's a notorious playboy and all girls are aware
of his tactic: he chases after them thinking he's a stud!
Traces of snow are only left on the yellowed grass,
Clare spreads breadcrumbs attracting pigeons that shriek
and swooping down they scare the whims out of Thomas,
who's is playing chess with Alex, he turns into a freak
with an expression of contempt for the harmless creatures!
March covers the tiny, shivering buds with frost,
staying inside is too boring and bears a cost
for the bachelors who search for their new darlings
in open spaces where romance lives and thrives!
Gideon is trembling with fear
His wife shivering with cold;
Some chattering sounds to bear;
A discomfort from The Cold
Now learnt a fitting lesson;
A bucketful to now heat
“Menthol at home a blessing
To Life-Threatening Cold beat!?
He is near Seventy-Eight;
Agnes’ loss would be a weight?
Freshly mowed grass touched by silver dew
Golden sunshine sparkles
Wispy clouds revealed hugging skies blue
Morn unaware of hurdles
Sunrise knew not of a rainy day
Nor of a rainy night
Nor of a cold, sunless morn
Where there was no sunlight
Nor of a northwest chilly breeze
That chilled the birds so fair
Nor of the poet out on the porch
Shivering in the chair
Hyper vigilant
Hyper aware of this body
These hands...
This heartbeat
It is all normal
Yet I feel some kind of
lingering lurking anxiety
An energy...An entity
Following me...
That thing is me...
I can't seem to set myself
free from the shaking
The chains of OCD
The sound of jingling
thoughts in this head
Like piggybank pennies
A sudden clanging in my chest
I'm scared...
and I don't know why
Scared of sleep...
Terrified of random
but normal things
Like this heart and it's job...
Scared of the strings that tie me
to this secondhand shivering
This inherited lip quivering
I'm slowly slipping into the sea
Almost drenched in worry
Saying goodbye to my sanity
Thinking "I'll drown eventually"
The vestige of a shivering heart
a tremor through your whole body;
It’s difficult to hold your balance
regulation starts to plummet;
A tremor through your whole body
igniting violent cold creeps;
Nothing able to make them stop;
It’s difficult to hold your balance
when your guts are a frozen flutter;
Regurgitating all your remains;
Regulation starts to plummet
until your hands settle on your chest,
calming the ripples on your skin.