Poetry Blogs (cold)
Twas the night before Christmas
When starless darkness held the night
With howling wind and sleet;
All through the house was ne'er a light
Dark, and a door that creaked
And despite the fire, twas cold as snow
Only the low fire flicker
Could lend the room a ghostly glow
And light the undecked tree.
I crept towards the bottom stair
Mouse-still and watching
A creak, a...
Friday 14th December 2018 2:17 pm
a pink moon
low over the sheds
in a cold clear sky -
ice blue, yet light
a leaf fall
the pond water stills
but does not freeze
that same moon
lights my bedroom
in the cold night air -
velvet black, the sky
an owl flash
my blood chills
but does not freeze
Thursday 22nd November 2018 10:49 am
You were holding my hand,
I couldn’t help but notice how lose your grip was around my wrist,
Your hand was so soft,
But I loved you,
I felt your warmth by one breath in,
Then you let go of my hand,
and I’ve never loved since.
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 12:45 pm
forgotten are the times
our laughs filled the air
gone are the times
we wished would never leave
in blistering august
Tuesday 6th March 2018 10:34 pm
She has everything that shes ever wanted and yet she feels like her world is coming in around her
She feels everything collapsing and everything settling through
The claustrophobia seeps through her veins and makes her muscles stiff like creepy floorboards
Her childhood hadn't hit its demise but now that shes growing older she finds her self growing darker
She finds her hair getting longer w...
Sunday 17th September 2017 5:13 am
Midday's sun lifts to touch the faint horizon,
a pale discus rolling slowly along,
then gone. The lonely writer, limned in crimson
at her window desk, her ego strong,
her spirits cold as the icy scene before her,
shakes her head, breathes deeply, turns blind
from winter as snow begins its feathery fall;
The heater roars its warmth like an angry hin...
Thursday 23rd February 2017 11:48 am
December morning awakens for another day
As the snows begin to fall down from the heavens
And you’re standing there in the cold
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
I don’t mind the deep white snow
Because it covers up my insecurities
Hides my human frailties
And freezes away my fears.
Yet, I can’t help but feel a certain warmth when I’m around you.
A type of warmth that helps let’s go of ...
Saturday 19th December 2015 6:31 pm
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can now fi...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:40 pm
The flickering light calls from
across the disused railway embankment
like a lonely beacon sending signals
into the misty grey dawn.
Quietly questioning a world
still wrapped in strong arms of slumber.
I consider sending an answer,
would that I understood its coded question.
I’m drawn into its intoxicating world by
the pulsating rhythm of its incandescent heart...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 10:15 am
A crowded room
is such a lonely place,
wear a fragile mask
upon a weary face.
but there’s nobody there
and there’s nothing to do
except sit and stare.
The distant sounds
of joy and laughter
drifting like echoes
in dusty rafters.
As you slowly subside,
sinking way down low
and you're silently wondering
how far you can go....
Tuesday 19th May 2015 12:08 am
It is dark out there,
Where did the light go?
I can't see a thing,
But can feel the snow.
And the temperature is dropping,
And my sister stopped moving,
And mother is slow.
Father has gone,
To where, I don't know.
And it is dark out there,
And still the wind blows.
Wednesday 30th July 2014 4:31 am
I think it was a blizzard,
But I can't remember.
It was cold.
I was just seven years old.
And I ran inside.
To hide from the storm.
Thinking maybe I could get warm.
The water felt like ice,
But the sun was nice.
It was March.
I can still hear the dirge.
And I ran inside.
I tried not to care.
Thinking maybe you'd be there.
The warmth was gone,
But I was alone.
It was done.
Wednesday 2nd July 2014 9:20 am
the coldest nights are the quietest
though the litter chatters around my feet
like the arctic teeth of an almost corpse
and the gas settles close to home
glassy in it’s welcome
the trees, taut, still brittle of bone,
clench every desperate sinew
as fleshless fingers on a wintered birch
gnarl a carpal tunnel to the council’s moon
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:31 pm
Distant chill and early morning
Rising in the cold
The car's all frozen thawing slowly
Where’s my woolly scarf?
The radios drones on with a weather warning
And I’m shivering in the cold
The kettle seems to be taking ages
The toast is taking its time
Where’s the butter and marmalade?
It’ll be cold today, I’m told
Gloved and scarved, scraper in ...
Sunday 13th January 2013 7:13 am
Saturday 25th February 2012 11:23 pm
I am the one you kick cans at as you pass me in the street.
I am the one with the dirty hair and the scruffy clothes.
I am the one you cower from and snarl at as you pass my feet.
I am the one you pretend you can’t hear or blatantly ignore as I mutter ‘Spare change please’.
I was like you once I had a home, a family a smile. Now I have my dog.
I fought for the country ...
Sunday 15th May 2011 9:57 pm
Don’t tell anyone. Just regret each moment, each turn
to the other side and breathe reluctantly through
your mouth and wait.
There is a heat that takes its time, almost as much
as getting to sleep, before it stakes full claim.
Once there, it’s like tar. Thick, non-cha...
Sunday 10th April 2011 5:02 pm
The harking of my illness throat,
Another hole, A sunken boat,
You cannot cure the lamb from slaughter,
So keep it’s head held underwater.
The sniffing comes with such a bug,
Cut it down, the trees are blood,
You cannot clear this woodland path,
Not at all, not even half.
The guilt arrives and joins the others,
Sniffing and Harking, pain-crossed lovers,...
Thursday 10th March 2011 10:28 am
We are snug blanketed under a layer, thick and soft
the wreck of the garden beautified by it
the rooves insulated
gate iron curlicued
thickened in outline
a stuttering blurred underlining
Walking and feeling the tense squeak
unfamiliar gait to ache our thighs
we are un-gendered,
crack of face, eyes skenning
Tuesday 21st December 2010 8:28 am