Cold Poems - Poems about Cold

When will the cold war That is going on in the world end? I think it is so sad that the children have to live in the Countries that they have cold wars But the children are the...Read the rest...

... I live then by the cold while in Summer Would that I could back these places in time — Even its iron still buried in ice There on my skin, the buttoned September. — Tongue chases the buds...Read the rest...

Tonight,  I wear this cold heart on my sleeve and pray... For the warmth of tender words from a friend For the keys to the prison of my weary mind For the whispers of your voice in the wind For the...Read the rest...

Why is it so cold over here? Is it the frost in my chest or the chill in the air? All these hurdles are grueling to bear. With the warmth of the sun still above my head, pain...Read the rest...

Darkness creeps, slow Thoughts weigh, cold Hope fades, still...Read the rest...

On a cold wintry day of December a praying owl with jewel eyes of ember helps the stars in heaven dismember, as the moon prays to remember....Read the rest...

I bang my fists against the glass, the water fills the tank too fast. The pressure slows my fists from moving, I can't get enough air for what I'm losing. It reaches my neck, I tilt my head back. I gasp...Read the rest...

crisp and refreshing poured over summer body taking out the heat...Read the rest...

Hot And Cold Miracle Man 7/31/2024 August will most surely bring us some scorch, prompting this old dog to remain inside. Perhaps a short visit to the front porch, but whatever comes I'll take it in stride. Each year I gladly suffer...Read the rest...

The rustling sound of the leaves The falling drizzle touching my face The clouds talking in rumbles Wonder why they are in such a haste The pitter patter of the rain Embracing me in its haze...Read the rest...

Once, I wish to feel dead, to be cold and brutal, To walk away and never touch words again, To erase every trace of my existence. The more I yearn for love, heart, and soul, The deeper the fear...Read the rest...

1.) Not present at anything Everything is just the same Not many think about the portrait-less frame I’ve had nothing Feet buried in my ways The man I’m becoming oughta be a phase I can’t think straight I’m...Read the rest...

Long and cold shadows embrace the earth, as darkness slowly settles down, Soon there will appear corners where the light will no longer dare to enter, And the river, covered in its autumn coat, will wear fallen...Read the rest...

i don't think i deserve a second chance you could pull away at my string unravel me, make me dance and that would be too much for this stasis of mine frozen in different snowflakes of time each bearing memories,...Read the rest...

I drink myself dumb grief is a cold rock ice melts in a glass like stones neither my life nor your absinthe have been neat ...Read the rest...