Frostbite Poems | Examples

Frostbite

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

Frostbite

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 is feral hold you tight; 

Such restlessness in star light star bright,
your eyes change from purple to blue;
Drifting in the silence of the night;

A pin drop’s enough to bring frostbite,
is the hunter who’s stalking a clue? 
I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight; 

Please do not ask me to stay polite,
I see all you try to hide from view;
Drifting in the silence of the night,
I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight.

Frostbite

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 a rosy glow
frostbite looms in a minute or so. 

Sounds of footsteps crunch
upon the white frozen snow
you seek warmth instead of frostbite
in the bowels of winter
you have nowhere to go.

Dreaming of spring
white beaches in the sand
in the bowels of winter
thoughts of warmth
are always on the mind.

Queen Bess's Uniform

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 want the air raids
Every moment of the day.
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.

We didn’t want a medal
Or parades in front of crowds
We didn’t go there
Just because we wanted to look proud.
If we’d known then what we know now
We might have stayed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.

Sweltering Frostbite

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

Avoiding Frostbite

Avoiding Frostbite
Haiku: by Tom
2/14/2021

Always layer clothes;
Frostbite targets, don’t expose,
Fingers, toes, ears, nose.

A Frostbite Forecast

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

Frostbite Falls-Chicago

    frozen lake steaming
    winter in Chicagoland
    barren tees dreaming


     September 29, 2020
         8:45pm PST

Ice Fishing

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 necked pheasant.
But a sportsman's not a hero t'il he fishes in sub-zero
temperatures that lesser men would find unpleasant.

There is nothing quite as nice as to lumber 'cross the ice
when the northern lights are shimmering o'er the pole.
With your tip-ups and your thermos and frost bitten epidermis
and a double headed axe to chop the hole.

On your upturned spacklin' pail there you'll squat through sleet and hail,
and snow so deep that folks can't see your hat.
And some may call you "nuts", and some "a silly putz",
but you're a proud ice fishin' man for all of that.

Though you've never caught a trout and never will, I doubt,
that the prospect of a catch is what will tug ya,
to the frozen lake each season; no you do it for the reason,
it's the only place your spouse won't go to bug ya.

Frostbite

some people are
  as cruel as a cold
 winter day

 — senryu



Berteena
Wild Orchid Haiku

13 February, 2019

Frostbite

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.

Frostbite

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 thought, gathered into a mound of snow.
With pieces of you, pieces of me.
We built a snowman.


Each time it snows I find myself more convinced.
That we covered up more of ourselves than we thought.
Becoming more, and more.
People that we'd never truly know.


Every time that it snows.
I find that there is no comparison to the frost bite that you left behind.

In reply to the promise; you'd never leave.

The things said we never thought we needed to hear.

Turned away in difference of opinion.

After everything has melted

Frostbite

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 hope is lit

When will I ever finish this ordeal?
Trapping my heart in ice forgetting how to feel?
Praying that at least my soul be saved, 
So that it could continue finding the love it craved.

Frostbite

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 blizzard.
But you’re too immune:
a gust of hot
air in the cool wind,
always wreaking havoc.

Although, it goes,

my head shakes
as I extend my arms,
inviting your chill into my soul.

Frostbite

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 from the frost to the hearth.

• Short Frostbite Poems
• Famous Frostbite Poems
• Best Frostbite Poems
• Read Frostbite Poems
• Long Frostbite Poems
• Frostbite Quotes