Cold Poems
haiku 8 : winter
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku 8 : winter
lightning slashed her Heart
tears falling, feet cold crying …
thunder roars laughter
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
2025
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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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
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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.
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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
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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
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.
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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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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.
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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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