Cold Poems - Poems about Cold

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art ! His countenance reeks of admiration, which speech can't disguise— but much of this—his...

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In the depths of my heart, cold winds of unrest whisper, Words that can never be written on pages of dreams, In the silence between us hides an ocean of desires, But I cannot be the hope you wished to find. You know why, but you hide from the truth that weighs heavy on you, Yet I know that one...

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It's a cold world Intro and chorus It's a cold world- it's a cold cold world everywhere you turn, there's so much pain You can pretend that it's all o.k You can pretend that it's all o.k... It's a cold world- such a cold cold world everywhere you turn, there's so much pain You can pretend that it's all o.k that it's all o.k,...

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A dark cloud forms as tears fill her eyes, spilling into a stream that runs down her face. She bites her lip to quiet the echoes of her cries. A lump forms in her throat, pulsing with the ache sent straight from her heart. Her legs begin to give away, until she collapses to her...

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In the depths of silence, on the cold floor of memories, I wander through old thoughts, in the shadow of lost dependencies. I return to the same illusions, to those forgotten pills, One after another, the days slip by in a deep sleep. I cannot get over the reasons that abruptly broke our connection, I cannot understand how our destinies...

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It’s February the soft stones are still hard among the eaves clinging to the river ...

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Summer Joy Hiku a sweet cold treat melting softly in the mouth~ summer joy in...

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The bold horizon burned and died cold in my eyes as I turned aside on the road to nowhere taking it slow making it easy in no hurry to go I'm taking my time for I never felt the need to heed the latest mad fad or follow the current day's craze yet I don't fret or sweat the small stuff but I did learn soon enough the tide...

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This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world. While others find things to do with their time, places to go. Things to say to each other in the shadow of the evening falling over false gardens. I burn in hell somewhere north of dreams lost in the mist of time. Flowers do not grow...

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In the quiet of my lonely room, Your laughter echoes, a distant tune, Time zones stretch, and miles divide, A love once close now feels like a sigh. Letters linger, words on the screen, Each message a hope, a flicker unseen, Days turn to shadows, weeks follow fast, ...

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I reached a hand Into the snow The chilly ice Once vibrant glow It's Winter's wish A painful spree The absent warmth Of no degree Although I try To stay alive Your touch confirms No love could thrive Until the crystals Of your heart Can beat a path Back to the start I'll leave a message By transient hand No passer by Shall understand A heart-shaped sign To melt...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life. Mushroom-gathering, rushing to beat cold evening rains. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Ceremonious hailstones assail my hinoki hat. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Caught hatless in a winter shower? So it goes. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch How...

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David was advised by his kin the sling's the thing if you want to win tho' small as he was without fear he did let fly and rocked Goliath's world right between the eyes before he had time to come near or even throw his spear alone from afar David did fling and with a single stone's throw he let go one shot to the head and brought the...

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Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil The moments you lose track of the day and time If you need medicine you would spend every dime To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks It feels like...

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I fed my pride by killing loves, seeking refuge in the cold of my gaze, And I accept the sentence of winter that embraces my soul with icy claws, A jester to many, an inspiration to few, I was an actor on the gods' stage, I comported myself both fearfully and nobly, seeking a truth hidden among the...

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