Frostbite Poems - Poems about Frostbite

Moonshine slips on ice Silver stars glow despite snow Frost bitten fingers...

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Drifting in the silence of the night, I just want to reach out and grab you; I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight; Ceiling fan spins as hard as I fight, wide eyed witching hour’s nothing new; Drifting in the silence of the night; There’s reason to smile tears fall despite, maybe it’s time to reveal what’s true; I’ll calm what...

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In the deep bowels of winter coldness shocks the system all fauna and floral devoid of any warmth to survive in deep freeze weather Cold allows nothing to melt throwing hot water in air will turn it into air crystals before hitting the ground In the deep bowels of winter. Your breath becomes short In the bowels of winter and nostrils feel pinched cheeks have...

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Queen Bess's Uniform We didn’t want the frostbite We didn’t want the burns We didn’t want to leave our homes And families far astern. We didn’t like the future As we grimly sailed away But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform And did it anyway. We didn’t want the battle Or the bayonets at night We didn’t want to lose our lives In such a distant fight We didn’t...

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Summer Brutal, humid Grilling, camping, hiking Picnics, vacations, holidays, traditions Sleighing, shivering, celebrating Gentle, fresh Winter Contest: Spring or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest Form: Diamante Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger Written: April 25, 2021...

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Avoiding Frostbite Haiku: by Tom 2/14/2021 Always layer clothes; Frostbite targets, don’t expose, Fingers, toes, ears, nose. ...

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A Frost Bite Forecast David J Walker It was the first night of frost Biting the fallow farms Stretching its icy arms across The plowed grounds Touching agrestic towns left Dressed in white Winter, sounding its alarms That its’ bitter bite is coming Ice and snow soon to follow...

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frozen lake steaming     winter in Chicagoland     barren tees dreaming      September 29, 2020          8:45pm PST ...

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You may shoot a round of golf with your goofy neighbor Rolf, or smack handballs 'round until your fingers bleed. You may pump your mountain bike up the peak named after Pike, and I'm sure we'll all applaud the mighty deed. You may hunt the antlered moose, you may perforate a goose, or with bow in hand confront the ring...

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some people are as cruel as a cold winter day — senryu Berteena Wild Orchid Haiku 13 February, 2019...

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I SHUDDER IN THIS FRIGID SKIN I AM FROSTY CRYSTAL TO THE MARROW THIS PIERCING WINTER I SPEND WITHOUT YOU I SHIVER DRIFTING INTO THE BLEAK WHITE BITTER, RAW STARVED FOR YOUR WARMTH IN THE DEPTHS OF THIS BINDING COLD....

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I am often intimidated by certain thoughts. Whether or not I am to think the things I think. Over by the nightstand where dust gathers against the shade. It's been months since I opened my blinds. Rather yet pretend that you'd still remember the last time it snowed. The things said we never thought we needed to hear. The truth over...

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I'm cursed by my own experience, A compendium of wisdom with its own consequence, Innocence non-existent if otherwise frail, A heart that went through the sea and stopped its sail I've completed a certain journey, A journey only finished by my body, My heart and soul still trying to conquer it, Until a new light of...

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Have you ever watched the snow falling; when every flake is coming towards you in slow motion? It must be attracted to the warmth of your skin or maybe the sound of your laugh. Unless that’s just me. Crisp flakes with real definition carved from harshing cold swindle around the cold that cut me: you there, standing there, smiling. If you were anyone else, you’d be long gone by now- blown away by the...

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The snow crunches under my toes. I feel like Frosty, wrapped up and poofy yet bitterly cold. Cracking ice, frozen breath, my nose turns a painful pink. I scoop up snow without gloves, To examine each individuality... My life-long curiousity with Wilson A. Bently's science. My fingers tighten and prickle with cold, so I follow animal tracks home. I, bundled and cheerful, Amble home...

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