Cold Poems
for taylia
by Samuel Carlson
vague anonymity shrouds their edges,
blue jötnar obscured by billowing hellsmog,
distant fury, defiantly roaring in their slumber,
awoken now by a trader's steps,
they stand stoic, indifferent to my passing,
their crevices peer into my depths,
i am nothing
......
this woman's a warrior
by Bogdan Dragos
her back to the world
she stands outside into the
cold
and the snow
made her a white helmet
and shoulder guards
and is now knitting a cape
the deer don't dare come
near her and the
......
Concentration
by Sharona anonymous
I am not happy
How can I listen to what you say?
You talk about different bones
I think "why can't I laugh?"
you talk about my attitude
I ask myself "why am I here?"
You are explaining about blood
......
growing to winter
by Sarah A
i’ve always craved the sunshine
longing for winter to pass
and to feel
warmth radiating from within my skin
again
......
Blue Hair
by Elaine Willis
With your eyes so white
I can feel it all run cold
Left a spell on me
Concentration
by Sharona anonymous
I am not happy
How can I listen to what you say?
You talk about different bones
I think "why can't I laugh?"
you talk about my attitude
I ask myself "why am I here?"
You are explaining about blood
......
growing to winter
by Sarah A
i’ve always craved the sunshine
longing for winter to pass
and to feel
warmth radiating from within my skin
again
......
Too Late
by Leigh Yah
I grabbed my coat and took off
Went out for a walk
I know I've been told
That the streets are cold.
The moment I took a step
I know I'm not safe
But it doesn't matter
Because I...didn't even matter.
......
this woman's a warrior
by Bogdan Dragos
her back to the world
she stands outside into the
cold
and the snow
made her a white helmet
and shoulder guards
and is now knitting a cape
the deer don't dare come
near her and the
......
Winter
by Julia Shaw
I dread the winter's coming on
The trees without their dressings
I fear the winter's dark, cold moan
Long shadows without blessings
Bare tree limbs are upward reaching
Where the sunlight ever fails
I hear the sound of great owls screeching
Trees look like witch”s fingernails
......
