Cold Heart In realms where warmth should dwell and foster life,A heart resides, encased in frost and strife.No season’s chill, no winter’s icy hand,Just barren lands where emotions stand,Frozen in time, untouched by sun’s embrace,A cold heart beats in a secluded space.Silent WhispersWithin its walls, silent whispers echo,Tales of love that never got to bellow.Shadows…
Beneath the cloak of a cold winter night,Whispers of frost on the breeze take flight.Stars twinkle above in a silver array,Painting the dark with a cold, gentle sway.The moon, a guardian, full and bright,Casts upon snow a soft, ethereal light.Trees stand in silence, their branches bare,Holding the weight of the cold they wear.Breaths form clouds,…
In the stillness of the morning’s first light,Lay plums in a bowl, cold and bright.Their skins, a dance of purple and blue,Holding the chill of the dawn’s fresh dew.Touched by the warmth of a rising sun,Their icy sheen glistens, one by one.A contrast so stark, yet beautifully blends,In this quiet moment, where night softly ends.Beneath…
In the hush of dawn’s embrace,Where frost kisses leaf and stone,Silence wraps its cold lace,In the realm where light has flown.Beneath the pale sun’s weak gaze,Shadows stretch with icy fingers,Breaths swirl in a misty maze,In the heart, a quiet lingers.The world, wrapped in a silver sheen,A tapestry woven from winter’s sigh,Whispers of what lies unseen,Beneath…
Frostbound Solitude In the realm where frost does cling,To the chambers deep and stark,Lies a heart that ceased to sing,Embraced by shadows, cold and dark.Its beats, a silent, mournful dirge,In echoes lost, through halls of ice,Where whispers of the past emerge,And warmth is but a vanished spice.No ember glows within this core,A fortress built of…
Within winter’s silent grasp,Where quiet cloaks the land en masse,A story unfolds on white-clad ground,With cold feet, where secrets are found.Beneath the gaze of the moon so clear,Cold feet tread softly, gripped by fear,Through whispering woods, they silently roam,In search of the light of a long-lost home.The wind sings a gentle, haunting tune,As snowflakes twirl…
Where shadows play and whispers fade,Under the moon’s watchful eye,Silent kin convey secrets made,Surviving under the sky.Cold-blooded masters of disguise,Slither, swim, and crawl with grace.Scales glimmer like jewels, nature’s prize,Navigating every place.Amphibians and reptiles, cold yet bold,Sun warms their ancient blood.In deserts, forests, rivers, old,Thriving through every flood.Hearts, though icy, hold a fire,A will to…
In bed, I lay, a sneezy stew,Nose red, tissues, a scattered crew.Soup simmers, a steamy hug,Feet soaking, in the tub, snug.Vitamins parade on the shelf,”Get well soon!” I whisper to myself.A sneeze escapes, a thunderous sound,My cat leaps up, astounded, round.Tea sips, honey drips, slow,Cold’s grip, yet laughter flows.In pajamas, with dots and a moose,I…
Winter whispers, cold and clear,Iron’s grip, stark and sheer.Trees in frost, standing tall,Silent sentinels, through it all.Rivers hush, under ice,Iron’s hold, cold as vice.Stars above, clear and bright,Guardians of the longest night.Strength in cold, beauty in bleak,Silence where the snowflakes speak.Iron’s lesson, hard and true,Resilience in the winter’s hue. Summary “Cold Iron” distills the essence…
In winter’s grip, hands cold as art,Yet beats a heart so warm.Beneath the frost, emotions start,A contrast to the norm.Cold fingers clasp, yet love imparts,A heat that can transform.Through icy days, compassion charts,A path away from storm.In frozen times, kindness departsFrom warmth that breaks the form.”Cold hands, warm heart,” a phrase that starts,A truth that’s…
