Cold Poems - Poems about Cold

...See Did You See him when he walked into the large dimly lit room and sit at a table, Alone, on fringe of the dancing and laughter. Did you See his eyes light up when he noticed someone walking to......Read the rest...

... In a cage of wrought iron, a white dove resides, A symbol of love—of purity, where innocence abides. It sings its song, a melody of longing and despair, But its cries for attention are lost in......Read the rest...

...I’m roused from precious sleep, instantly alert. Listening for you. It's a skill all mothers master, flipping the switch from asleep to awake. I remember when sleep was an ocean, endless depth......Read the rest...

..."over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar" ... Samual Taylor Coleridge Over the waters blue I love to sail, many times I get to see a big whale. Some nights t......Read the rest...

... Growing up, I was the runt of the litter. My siblings called me Cute, because I was the youngest one. It was very hard growing up as a little mouse, gray with tiny white spots. I saw ......Read the rest...

... A vacation was needed, off on a cruise we were treated. Great cabin, food, parties and shows, now in a chair with a book about a rose. The seas got really rough, off the desk went our ......Read the rest...

...We’d already beaten Japan But the A-bomb was Truman’s plan To tell Russian reds We’ll cut you to shreds And that’s how the Cold War began We flashed two targets civilian And killed p......Read the rest...

...living in fears thinking the dark have something cold air and dim light maybe there's someone standing me with my 26 of supportive years sleeping in one room i hear noises and whispering of ......Read the rest...

...Meredee returned to the house shivering from the cold. I thought you took your woolen scarf, said her Grandma Bold. I did, she said, but her teeth were shaking, her fate sealed. Look here grandma,......Read the rest...

...In the shadows, where the night is dark and deep, Aurorabelle DeVil weaves her wicked spell, with a heart that's cold as sleep, and a wicked little grin that tells the tale. The moon above, the only ......Read the rest...

...Love is for love. Love to love. Love of love Why love? Is love a question? Oh sad love No, love isn’t a question, but a crime of Love Oh, my suffering is your love, my death is done Love is pla......Read the rest...

...As swift assaults endeavored to prevail, the magnitude of death was asinine. ‘Twas such a toll above a measured scale that no explicit value could define. As battles raged, no exploit could surmo......Read the rest...

...Alas it is a chore to write Blank Verse Unable to peruse my rhyme filled purse In search for words not better but not worse A sad lament of poetry’s last curse To stab the darkness with an ill-......Read the rest...

...It’s cold as I’m waiting. Then it’s numb. Nothing is painful in here. It’s just… As I’m in the waiting room. I’m bored as I stare at smiling magazines. Then at the pamphlets that will never hel......Read the rest...

...The lady with red dreadlocks Toni Townsend Johnson henry she was one rasta Andrews female drug dealer from the devils triangle in Tampa outside USF where I received mental health treatment for ......Read the rest...