Short Coldest Poems
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warmth from His prescence
thaws the coldest heart of stone-
winter becomes spring
Inspired by Raul's latest photo
warmth from His presence
thaws the coldest heart of stone-
winter becomes spring
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
On the hottest day
nothing will do
but hot dogs grilled to black perfection
lots of mustard
and the coldest possible
diet coke
Form:
Beautiful ice crystals
Adorn these barb wired fences
At the concentration camps, but
The coldest screams
Flow through these prison walls
"The hottest love has the coldest end" ~ Socrates
Our love's flame, tonight became
just a dying ember.
Will there be something to remember?
covey of doves
upon rose trellis....
first day of summer
cloudy, rainy, cold, damp day
coldest since records were kept
Tyburn
Winter
snowy
frosty
slushy
coldest
Blizzards are always snowy, frosty
TheWinter is the slushy ,coldest !
Copyright McCuen 2008
The warmth
of your passion
could heat the
coldest day
Form:
powdery snow-drenched
coldest in seventy years
eyes frostbitten from hot tears
frozen mustaches
stalactites dripping with chill
million ruble lunch to thaw
Beautiful woman
Stars and Universe combine
Eyes melt coldest heart
Breath taking smile, soft silk skin
Rude awake ! Train horn's loud scare !
Life like Autumn's leaves
returns to Earth's coldest soil;
Nature reawakens
each spring, but life never does:
Mankind's last hope lays in grave.
Written on 11/ 9/ 2013
Fire burns hottest
that burns below
Centuries rage
heartache’s grow
The coldest cold
blows just above
A gripping blizzard
—wrath ungloved
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
I love those
Who wait at my window
With perspectives to share
And paint the last leaf glowing green
Upon the dying tree
In the coldest winter.
K.S. Lakshmi
in coldest winter
nourishing crumbs can be found
hidden in snowflakes
(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Winter brings the cold winds of Alaska,
even sunshine is frozen...
only your breath warms me!
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Any Old Poem " ( Not A Contest ).
Written on 1/7/2016
Margaret is astounded
That someone dare call her prissy
persnickety, uptight, queen
She gives the man her coldest meanest shoulder
his eyes captivate her imagination
her telltale cheeks flush pink
Bought a white Whirpool fridge at PC Richard,
took the salesperson's sound advice and word.
Plugged it in...it worked well,
the next day, it gave me hell!
The temp. was set on " coldest "...what happened?
SNOW BURST FREZZE
Winter’s snows comes goes
coldest is the night tempers
appalling frost snows
12/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
SENRYU POEM TYPE
A faraway coast
The coldest of wars
A frontline post
Flying machines with whirly blades
and painted on red stars
search in vain for a ghost
Tension was high
In the waters off Kamchatka Krai
Ephemeral winger's
Success in the present;
For honour's timeless mention
Is fixated on.
Yes, the world around, heard
Yes, as deeply inscribed.
On winds, coldest, leaves blow away!
On plaque where leaves decay!
Scary
Frightened
Watchful
Coldest
Not even a single kid is here
The room is black, no one is at home
I stay so still, not daring to roam
Love is in caring wind
In morning song birds string
Love is capping weep
In the coldest night's weird
Love is a cane of sugar
In cascade of river enclosed
Love is a call of heart
And pains love in lone crowd
Form:
She sways from side to side like the tree that had been kissed by cool breeze
She is fire
She burns my confidence
How can one woman be hot as spice, but still be the coldest one in the room?
Mysterious nature intrigues me
Coldest season of winter
With snowy fall
Rays of golden sunlight
On a summer season
Falling of leaves
By autumn season
Pretty flower blossoms
With twittering birds
Of the spring season
All seasons with their specific beauty
Makes the world beauty.
the eyes tell a story
a story of someones life
their a window
a passage way into the soul
they show heartache, pain, sorrow,
but also
happiness, joy, love,
the eyes dont lie
for they cannot
even the coldest stare
tells a story of some kind
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