Icy winds cut harsh and deep
And mercilessly to the bone;
gnawing on the living
And sending them to sleep.
Icy winds so unfeeling
I feel as though I must be dreaming.
A frosty haze of cold and ice
And dreams of summer I dream thrice
What are such dreams and visions?
Nothing more than a twisted fiction
Nothing more than a contradiction,
Of my harsh reality.
Nothingness awaits me now;
And to nothingness I must bow.
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Author:
EmerOR (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my first poems I've written and the first one that I have published on the internet so any feedback/constructive criticism you have will be appreciated. The poem is just an expression of loneliness and I have drawn from natural imagery/the cold to illustrate this feeling of isolation. It is very much a feeling that without companionship, life is very much meaningless.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
WELCOME EMOR ~ Thanks for an interesting first poem. It is well written replete with rhyme & rhythm and in a 4 4 4 2 Sonnet form (14 balanced lines !). The content has two interlocking themes loneliness of place and loneliness of heart. I am sure many of our members will empathise with one or both of those situations. I love mountains and often it is much colder on the tops than in the fells ! If alone one gets the feeling of isolation & desolation you describe at the beginning of your poem. On the other hand one can be in the Centre of LONDON but without human companionship or a friend one can be just as lonely and experience nothingness as one would solo on the summit of Mount Everest ! Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN (UK)
Lovely piece of well structured verse. Brian said it all. Very well done.
Very expressive in word and form - - welcome to this friendly site Emor - - I look forward to reading more of your work.
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