Best Subzero Poems
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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty
Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing
Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings
Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts
White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape
January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…
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Written from memory…no winter here. : )
blind minions do not hear
deaf disciples cannot see
callous subzero frozen feelings
breed gibberish jarring jubilee
this bloody blind-eyed messiah
rode to town astride an ass
belching barking oratory
for an aimless lower class
a starry-eyed astrologer
alchemist extraordinaire
summoned shrouded quatrains
revealing he baffles with a flare
loitering lotus-eater
puppeteer par excellence
self-indulgent Machiavellian
pitched fabricated arrogance
adroit and ambidextrous
he summons the mercurial mass
conjuring decrees and fairytales
dictating his rules pass
lose not a bloodied hammered head
resign yourself to a running retreat
le guillotine administers
swift sweet and replete
no man speaks of that not heard
or sees that left not read
bony fingers point with indigestion
reflecting in fractured mirrors
Posted April 18, 2020
If You were fire and I was Ice
I'd extinguish your flame every day
Or just maybe
You would cause me to melt away
We could never exist in each other’s embrace
Because when I hold your hand in mine
That would seal our fate
And that's fine because
Every Cold heart needs a warm touch
And even hot coals need to be cooled
Don't school me about temperature
Don’t make me graduate from my subzero degrees.
So let's stare life in the face
We can take a leap of faith
And there we would collide
Unruly fire and frosty ice
Your dying embers and my tear shaped drops Would be the last things that remain
Of you being fire and me being ice
The equivalent of a cosmic flat tire, the star collector overheated again.
Should've topped off the subzero heat transmogger back at Stuckey's.
Yep we have 'em too.., who doesn't need a Pecan Log Roll, now and then.
Two Roadway startruckers snapped up the last Elmer's paste pies., the luckys.
Right between filling stations to boot, no triple A for a gojillion miles..
and one of my best pint sized, non-binary service robots on the blink.
Not my best idea, feeding her moonshrooms, peaked all his cortial dials,
eventually caused them to puke it up, all over my excremental sink.
Frazusoosh it! not even a UPB (Universal Phone Booth) to make a collect call,
to my mother (planet), which, by the way, is also useful for transmitting matter.
That's assuming you can find someone to accept the charges, of course, LOL.
Had to wash dishes for an eternity, last time, including dried on crupecake batter.
Drack's balls! stuck on this puny planet with obnoxious fumes corroding my chromium tail.
No wonder they call it air; the sixth least favorite word in the Corpadian lingo, P.U.!
Those creatures keep staring, I've tried to reason with them, even tried telepthy to no avail.
When I type in their reply to my trans-googling translator, all it comes back as is 'Moo'.
Oh thank goodness! A family of grubbers in a U Haul pulling over., whew!
Though probably have to sit on a lap, luckily they each have two.
252 words, including these
Spring
S. Starting of the new season, all new life begins to grow
P. Preparing for mother nature’s new growth, her embryo
R. Reaping and sowing of a new essence from colder ends
I. In flies a robin and his mate, accompanied by a few wrens
N. Now is nature’s time and place to strengthen to renew
G. Granting a new start, fulfilling life in its newest debut
Summer
S. Solstice comes with the dawning of this new season
U. Ultimate strength of the sun at this time has reason
M. Midday sun and heat brings hotter and longer days
M. Many a longer days within the warmer summer rays
E. Enveloped with a wonderful feeling, wishing it would never end
R. Remembering past summers, all those feelings that transcend
Autumn
A. Autumn, the dawning of the change, reading for dormant time
U. Unrelenting cold rains, wind’s fury, tree boughs heave in chime
T. Trees burst, many vibrant colours that Mother Nature achieves
U. Undermining gusts of winds, giving dance to the fallen leaves
M. Many changes, many endings in this dormant time of the year
N. Nature readies for winter’s long, cold embrace to appear
Winter
W. Winds bringing in colder temperatures this time of year
I. Ice and snow blankets the land, frigid wind so severe
N. Nothing growing, creatures hibernate, some fall prey
T. Temperatures plummet, wind chills, deep snow overlay
E. Everyone in layers of clothing in subzero wind chills
R. Robustly enjoying winter activities and all the thrills
Greed overtakes any prospector looking for gold.
Here I am above the Arctic Circle braving the cold.
The bitter freezing is enough to kill anyone young or old.
The river flows under a very thick sheet of ice.
Temperatures at fifty degrees below zero are not nice.
It is late morning, and the sky is a crepuscular gray.
That golden orb called the “sun” has gone away.
I won’t see it again for weeks as it is below the horizon.
That big husky dog with me is much like his timber wolf cousin.
To keep warm, chewing tobacco is of no use.
Anyone can grow a beard from frozen tobacco juice.
It is unlikely the subzero temperatures will get any higher.
Until I get back to camp, I will just have to build a fire.
Based on the short story “To Build a Fire” by the late Jack London
Salty glass eyes,
Thimbles brimming
with summer-leaf green poison
stare back at me.
A stare chilled subzero.
I, of course, imagine this stare
is a defense mechanism to hide her troubles.
I imagine a glimmer of light
that luminates from her bust.
This is the sliver of false hope
I allow to stay under my skin,
till it should infect my blood;
and drain me,
turn my skin to paste.
I must banish this harpy on my own.
I crave nicotine;
the soothing sickness,
greater than a mother's love;
to watch my irridiant clouds
form an immaculate wart in space;
feel the grip
of the nails in my back loosen,
and the fingers that clench me
melt, drip off me,
vaporize as the drips hit the floor.
I crave Adderall,
my favorite legal amphetamine;
I want to feel the particles
as they crush under my spoon;
my blood jets through my body.
My body jtters like electroshock aftermath.
I want to feel the smooth powder
as I draw it up my nose,
and it slithers down my throat.
Oh, sharpness; Oh, clarity of mind.
I'm more sociable;
maybe I'll meet someone new.
No matter;
she could love my best friend,
and I'll love them both tonight.
I come down;
questions of life and its worth engorge me.
My heart cramps.
My inner child leaves
to play with someone better.
I decide I'm worthless and should die;
but, I've not the guts to do it.
I crave heroin.
Snorted it before,
but that's not enough.
I want my man to tie a belt
around my bicep, pull it tight,
watch the veins pop from my forarm;
so eager they are.
Drain-up a near lethal dose.
Metal dips under flesh,
penetrates my bloodstream.
A ferocious ******
circulates through my system.
I no longer care if she cares or not.
I care not if I die;
at least it'll be in peace.
The bombs drop
The rockets exchange.
Self-induced extinction,
and my mind is smooth.
Seems she had good reason;
though, I will miss he raven hair,
the way it swayed over me,
how soft it felt when i held it in my fist.
I will miss her strong thighs,
how they felt wrapped around me;
how her perfect chest felt against mine.
I suppose an extra meal,
a chocolate chip cookie, or two,
and a caffine buzz,
followed by a handful of Melatonin
will have to do.
Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood, ecstasy under a red velvet blanket, under me, over you whoa this is wild even to this wild heart of mine well now I fancy this, that and you oooh yeah and that feels so good...
Although the rain outside continues to fall and this early February wind is subzero I am as snug as a bug in a rug oh what a valentines night to remember, passion like I've never known before, heart to heart and skin on skin and then for whatever reason that remains therefore and again and again and even then once more oh what a feeling on the bed, in the floor all over VELVETINE VALOUR...
It's coming to the point morning will find us closer together, falling in love with each other, a burning desire like a fire from one lover to another, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body next to mine oh this is wild now even to this wild, wild heart of mine, what a valentines night to remember, romantic and erotic beyond anything you could compare it to oh now and I fancy her, I fancy you and I fancy that too, whoa and it sure feels so damn good, and even then once more, on the bed, in the floor oh what a feeling, oh what a feeling all over VELVETINE VALOUR!
The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions.
Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions.
If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike,
we see no other alternative but to go on strike.
On the slopes of Olympus Mons, we descend underground.
Inside this mine, deposits of titanium can be found.
If we go further, we can find gold and platinum.
In abundance are other metals like silver and palladium.
There are large untapped veins we can easily see.
Industries on Earth have been grateful for their discovery.
As a result, market prices for commodities have gone down.
Our location has been a booming Martian mining town.
The way the management has treated us has been pitiful.
It seems as if they are discourteous and ungrateful.
Despite dim light in the day, and subzero temperatures at night,
I have every belief in what we are doing is right.
It had matured into
something totally
different from it's meager
begann9ings.
From what was made
a specticaule of
and doubted
now a realist view in light of
it's truth.
Practical and effeint
in every point of view
one spoke from up here
even the lowest places seem
worthwhile and meaningful
the depths of it's reality
has been encompassed and surveyed
usage of every inch seems
practicail and the effeinacy of
it structure
ensures it's success.
Made right by the hardest of work
designed and deticated to the
success of the project.
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they wanted to find sponsers to create a new
thematic game adventer.
25 miles a race with three teaams
that is centered on culinary arts and equestrain displays.
challenges from task and completion
designed to score and to be evaluated.
The completion of three meals
with rules that regulate there comnpletion and the effectivness of
the trained professionals who
are tasked with there completion.
trophies and ribbons
award iin a point system that has a grandprize and
evalution officail that award points all along the way.
Three teams start at a subzero position
and with both tradition and modern eqipment they are tasked to perform.
each team to consist of 25 memebrs
that are faced with challenges both culinary and
mechanical obsticlaes that have each team to complete in order to get fromn one position to the other.
From Camping to feeding clean-up then to relocating and waiting for the fall back indivdauls to advance and to be recamped.
On the clouds I sat,
Reminiscing about the past,
Viewing landscapes from up high,
Bt yet who am I
Stuck in time continuum,
Basking in my reverie,
Taking a walk on the sands of time,
Bt yet who I am
Dwelt in sorrow,
Dived like an arrow,
Whistled with the sparrows
Bt yet who I am
Lost in a conundrum of my minds phobia
Where there's no room for euphoria
Lost in a maze of my misery,
Find nt my visery
Bt yet, who am I
Darkness clothed me
Liquid from a broken heart bathed me
Words from a lonely heart gripped me
Bt yet who am I
A cold chide running down my spine,
My breath hotter than a dragons flame yet cooler than subzero
I'm in a dilemma
Bt yet,who am I
M stepping on naked thorns
Swords pierced my bare skin
Drenched in the sands of the desert
Bt yet who am I
The fangs of pain bared into my skin,
I'm the anvil struck by the hammer,
A million turmoil explode in my head
Bt yet who am I
A solace finally I found,
Buried deep within me,
Screaming out in a deafening whisper louder than the gentle wind,
We are who we are...
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#combined_poetry
rude cold pierces bone
footsteps…signal subzero
powder crunches loud
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lungs ache with pin pricks
nose burns…sinuses frozen
short breaths fog vision
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cold overtakes sense
life…dependent on senses
must find shelter now
Blue heights freeze to the white
Chilly and subzero winds rampage everywhere
Cold crafts descend onto the nation
Tempest blizzards
beautiful, yet deadly
sleeping in my car in the snow
subzero temperature with frozen snot and drool
so dark in the weary silver car that it feels like life is drowning
my mind is an antique thinking that it is a new day, but it is only 3.5 minutes later
the moon has icicles on it
the stars are in a temporary hibernation
the tears refuse to run down anywhere for it prefers the warmth of the tear ducts
my mind is a turtle in a rapid state of constipated confusion thinking that morning has come
however, it is a minute and a half later from the 3.5 minutes later from when i laid my head down
when the next morning comes, i will Praise God and ask Him for Good Health, Comforting Warmth, and Divine Protection
until then, i brave another frosty, frigid night nervously chattering in fear until some form of sleep comes
that is, if said sleep does decide to come
He was a hero (not)
Infinite frigid cool-frozen cold subzero
A circle infinite ero
Resting on a pillow
Nestled in asleep in the willow
Mouth wide open, open curtains
Has a guest, not his wife and let
He rose,
She rose
Not a Godly man
Steppin out, and (just got caught)
Now label both them just wearin a sheet
Standin on their feet
in vitro-vitro
Not a good righteous couple neither one of them
Mine hero they’re just zeros
This couple of adulterers no heroes
4/18/22
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