Ice in your veins,Words sharp as blades.Eyes, once warm, now holdThe chill of stories untold.Breaths, frostbitten sighs,Under the indifferent skies.Love, once ablaze, now soldTo the shadow when your heart turns cold. Meaning This poem explores the transformation of emotions and relationships, specifically focusing on the moment when affection and warmth give way to indifference and…
In the quiet of winter’s embrace,Under the cloak of night’s deep grace,Lies a phantom, sleek and sly,A treacherous layer called Black Ice.It mirrors the moon in deceptive guise,A perilous beauty, cold and wise.Travelers, heed the silent cry,For beneath your feet, the dangers lie.With a whisper, it calls to those unaware,A dance with fate, through the…
The day is cold and dark and dreary;It whispers tales, somber and teary.Clouds hang low, in sorrow, nearlyTouching the earth, embracing it dearly.Leaves flutter down, the wind’s courier, weary,Across barren lands, the scene is eerie.Yet within the gloom, a spark, clearlyShines, a beacon of hope, held nearly.For in the heart of despair, merelyLies the strength…
A Cold’s Grip In the grip of a cold, so fierce and so bold,Where sneezes and coughs in the air are rolled.Nose red as a rose, eyes watery and wide,Seeking solace where warmth and comfort reside.Under blankets, I hide, from the chill outside,A cup of tea in hand, my steady guide.Whispers of steam, in the…
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…
