Cold

sorenbarrett

My fingers numbed at the touch of your hand
Frost of your stare freezes me where I stand
With time's melting warmth I wilt, eyes to the floor
Yet I stand exposed, patiently waiting for more

 

Apprehension the wind, blows a cold breeze
Still not thawed with ice securing my knees
A frigid silence, electric static of snow in the air
Brow of dark clouds, winter in your glare

 

As a warm touch sticks to cold steel
To extract myself my skin I must peel
My very shell you silently steal
Sting of loss I feel

 

In fear of awakening lightning's fire
My emotions I pack, turn my back and retire

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2026 03:28
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    very much enjoyed

  • David Wakeling

    This is well constructed and explores the deeper aspects of Cold.Both in the weather anf the world.I found it to be haunting rendition.Great work amigo

    • sorenbarrett

      A most heart felt thanks my friend for the review and kind words they are most important to me

    • arqios

      I was getting both an intimate/personal and a societal reading of this. Very strong expression Soren🙏🕊️

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks my friend you are right on both tracks and your review is most appreciated. The coldness of another needs no words for expression.

        • arqios

          Most welcome Soren. And the chills are felt from its poetic portrayal. 🙏🕊️

        • Thomas W Case

          Powerful.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Thomas you read is appreciated

          • orchidee

            Good write SB.

          • Lorenz

            I love the feeling of cold steel on the emotion ...

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Soren…there’s a real mastery of atmosphere in this piece. Every image reinforces the emotional climate…frost, wind, snow, steel, static, lightning, winter glare. The cold becomes more than temperature here…it becomes relational, psychological, almost existential. I especially admired how the poem never erupts into melodrama. Instead, it remains restrained and frozen right up until the final retreat: “My emotions I pack, turn my back and retire.” That quiet withdrawal lands harder because of everything held in beforehand. Powerful and haunting work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • sorenbarrett

              You are indeed too kind my good friend and your analysis is deeply appreciated. Thank you Tristan

            • Kevin Hulme

              Trying to end a Bad relationship? A unique way of expressing it. Good Write.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks Kevin for the read and comment no this feeling many have felt in relationships

              • Teddy.15

                I feel the strong metaphor here that this is the dream like sense of having that special person close even if they are not, it's very beautiful dear. sorrenbarret 🌹

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you so much my friend for the review and kind words that are as always most valued

                • Goldfinch60

                  Very emotve words soren.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Andy for the read and comment it is as always most valued



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