Cold Poems
my home
by Mackenzie Bilz
A river without fish.
A mountain missing its goats.
A desert without cacti.
A forest missing its frogs.
A street without bugs.
A garden with only one flower.
A house without people.
A park with only one swing.
......
How I Feel
by Hailey Denton
This isn't poetry.
This is me.
Just another broken human
trying to find solace
within these broken words.
When everything in my life
only seems to exist
to remind me of you,
of all the times
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observance
by Rikske Kessner
In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
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To Save Them, To Love Them
by Carl Halling
O, how my heart can ache for the lonely,
Then I’d like to comfort them all,
Hold them close
Until their sorrow goes,
This great big world
Can seem so cold,
O woe, some end up alone,
Forlorn souls,
Longing for someone,
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haiku 8 : winter
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku 8 : winter
lightning slashed her Heart
tears falling, feet cold crying …
thunder roars laughter
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
2025
haiku 8 : winter
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku 8 : winter
lightning slashed her Heart
tears falling, feet cold crying …
thunder roars laughter
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
2025
my home
by Mackenzie Bilz
A river without fish.
A mountain missing its goats.
A desert without cacti.
A forest missing its frogs.
A street without bugs.
A garden with only one flower.
A house without people.
A park with only one swing.
......
observance
by Rikske Kessner
In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
......
Yayu's AI Coolblood
by Yayu Uppsurya
In serpentine veins, a slither of glacial ooze,
A venom so cold, it chills the very muse,
It pulses through a chest where once beat fire,
A scorpion's frost, to sear and to inspire.
It nourishes the vulture, wings of night,
A raptor's gaze, a cold and bitter sight,
Its heart a desert, devoid of tender rain,
Yet thirsts for warmth that never comes again.
......
The beauty of Winter
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I always long for winter,
cold but not the rain.
And enjoy the fluffy white,
covering the road and lane.
The icy woods would sparkle,
in the hazy light of sun.
Greyish the skies shall be,
after the storms have gone.
My eyes enjoy the beauty,
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