COLD POEMS

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The Plain

I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.

The plain was flawlessly paved.
.....

Jean Arp
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
.....
Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Birthday

(16th January 1949)

I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that's mine;
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Seasons Of Life

Gazing at the breezy night
Empty or lack of immense sunlight
And the onset of Winters shined
Though reflecting warmth of mankind
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Kritika Prasad

Kritika Prasad
A Well-worn Story

In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
.....
Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
African Sun

When I was four years old
My village mates and I
Used to gossip
About the African sun
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Ibrahim Bangura[cleffy]

Ibrahim Bangura[cleffy]
Mother's Love

No love is comparable to mother's love
Inspiration when life becomes tough
Mother's love is unconditional and eternal
Sacrificial lamb for the child
.....
Borklo Solomon

Borklo Solomon
A Servant To Servants

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
.....
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Ants:- They Always Keep Going

This tiny creature,
is a real life miniature.
They're always found working.
They're always found going.
.....
Yash Potbhare

Yash Potbhare
The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel

Old Grey Squirrel might have been
Almost anything -
Might have been a soldier, sailor,
Tinker, tailor
.....
Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes
Silence

Where and what is silence ?
In the stillness of nature,
In the dark night with the glowing moon,
In the cold grave,
.....
Salma Hatim

Salma Hatim
Sonnet 002: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
.....
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Pond

Cold, wet leaves
Floatingon moss-coloured water,
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.
.....
Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
If Only You Were Still Alive...

I wouldn't have been this toxic
I wouldn't have been this cold-hearted
I wouldn't have been this negative
I wouldn't have been this sensitive
.....
Nonkululeko Ngcobo

Nonkululeko Ngcobo
The Lanyard

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
.....

Billy Collins
Tiger--tiger!

What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry ye went to kill?
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Life

Life is a jest;
Take the delight of it.
Laughter is best;
Sing through the night of it.
.....
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,
Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple stands.
.....

Sara Teasdale
Timble Tack

He came without an invitation
Lying under the stairs
As if waiting for my permission
Was scared and cold the first time I took him in hand.
.....
Deepali Pathak

Deepali Pathak
A Song In The Desert

Friend, thou beholdest the lightning? Who has the charge of it,
To decree which rock-ridge shall receive, shall be chosen for targe of it?
Which crown among palms shall go down, by the thunderbolt broken;
While the floods drown the sere wadis where no bud is token?
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Sonnets Cliii - Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
.....
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
L' Envoi

There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield
And the ricks stand gray to the sun,
Singing:-'Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover
And your English summer's done.'
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Shaheed-e-azam

My death is an excuse,
Some sleepy sleeping people have to wake up.
Mother, do not think that the red will hang on you hanging on the hanging, you just see how many young people will bleed the cold by watching them hang on a hanging trap.
Even after my death, Iqbalab will speak every stroke of my blood's blood.
.....
Murari Lal

Murari Lal
The Day Of Days

A year is filled with glad events:
The best is Christmas day,
But every holiday presents
Its special round of play,
.....
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Our End

Hot streaks of white rolls down my cheek

As he holds me ever so close to his heart
The beat of it is like a sweet lullaby reminding me how much he loves me
.....
Morgan Mccane

Morgan Mccane
Beside The Spider Web

BEHIND THE SPIDER WEB

The horses dawn was silent
In the field of ours
.....
Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu

Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu
People Like Candles

*PEOPLE LIKE CANDLES*

*"The world would have been a better domicile to dwell in, if our impediments are equally solved. But nay, some are like candles"* *paciolo pen saint*

.....
Paciolo Pen Saint

Paciolo Pen Saint
The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487)

The Savior must have been
A docile Gentlemanâ??
To come so far so cold a Day
For little Fellowmenâ??
.....
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Almost Lost My Love.

Its a pretty day today, I love days like these because the cold soothing wind that blows is a reminder of you being by my side no matter what comes. The clouds that shelter me from the sun remind me of how the thought of you keeps all the dark memories away. The slight rain feels like your kisses filled with love and compassion making me sure of good and kindness in this world
But today isn't a pretty day although it's like the ones i look forward to the most, but just like most things i ruined it.
The clouds are darker than i remember and the thougts they bring darker still.
The slight rain mirrors my eyes and no matter how much the clouds and I cry we cant wash my guilt away.
.....
Abeer Fatima

Abeer Fatima
Before Our Freedom

In the dungeons of untrue liberty, we were laid,
Chains of inhumanness clustered our treasured feet,
Good tidings they preached, to us, roes we weet,
“Static efforts that puzzled fettered minds”, I said,
.....
Chibueze Osukwu

Chibueze Osukwu
The Flowers

Day after day,
At spring's return,
I watch my flowers, how they burn
Their lives away.
.....

Aldous Huxley
A Journey On Flooded Ways

I flushed my legs daring the cold
The bus had stopped and skies were gold
My feet became pedals cycling
But slow repelled by winds blowing
.....
Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim

Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim
Wayfarer

A desert life, lonely it may seem
A long journey awaits
But aimless you feel
With no clear path to take
.....
Juana Liwanag

Juana Liwanag
Cinderella

Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
People Like Him

People liked him, not because
He was rich or known to fame;
He had never won applause
As a star in any game.
.....
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Remembrances

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
.....
John Clare

John Clare
News From Babylon

“Archaeologists have discovered a love-letter among the ruins
of Babylon.”-Newspaper report.

The world hath just one tale to tell, and it is very old,
.....
Don Marquis

Don Marquis
Cold Morning

Through an accidental crack in the curtain
I can see the eight o'clock light change from
charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things

.....

Eamon Grennan
Months

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
.....
Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Sonnet 013: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
.....
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Excelsior

The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device-
.....
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Sunshine Cat

They did this to her, the men who know her, the man
She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish
And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor
Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band
.....

Kamala Das
A Legend Of Truth

Once on a time, the ancient legends tell,
Truth, rising from the bottom of her well,
Looked on the world, but, hearing how it lied,
Returned to her seclusion horrified.
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Good Things Come With Time

Close enough the call to light,
I'd rather duck under my bed tonight.
The cold chills but the shimmers delight,
The mornings of a dark spell so right.
.....
Az Mo

Az Mo
In Port

Last, to the chamber where I lie
My fearful footsteps patter nigh,
And come out from the cold and gloom
Into my warm and cheerful room.
.....
Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson
To Morfydd

A voice on the winds,
A voice by the waters,
Wanders and cries:
Oh! what are the winds?
.....

Lionel Johnson
The Desire To Paint

Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.
I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I saw her.
She is beautiful, and more than beautiful: she is overpowering. The colour black preponderates in her; all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound.
Her eyes are two caverns where mystery vaguely stirs and gleams; her glance illuminates like a ray of light; it is an explosion in the darkness.
.....
Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
I Lost My Diamond

I lost my diamond
While I was busy collecting stones
That had no value
Yesterday I was busy ,
.....
Senty De Poet

Senty De Poet
A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein