#coldest
In the hole
Only the darkest of thoughts flow
In the hole
Only the worse scenarios go
In the hole
Only the coldest winds blow
In the hole
Only the demons patrol
In the hole
Is where you lose your soul
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
मोनसे हादरमा
मोनसे थावनि बर'फ आरो गुसुनि,
लोगो नोँ सोरखौबा नुदोँ बेवहाय?
रावबो गैया बेवहाय!
गासैबो बेवहाय बर'फ
बर'फनि थुख्रा आरो गुसु,
बर'फ फानग्रा जायगा गैया बेवहाय?
गैया जेबो हाथाइ गला!
नोँ जेरैनो नायहरो
बेवहाय फुरहाबनाय बर'फ नुयो,
जेबो थांनानै थानो हायै
बे जायगायाव।
थारैनो जेबो दिहुनथाय गैया
बेयो थांनानै थाग्रा जायगा नङा!
नाथाय बेवहाय गेलेयो फेँगुन
बेसेबा समायना उदां गोथार।
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
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Even the coldest of hearts can burn.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Haunted, broken, & scared –
is how she felt because of you
& there was nothing you could do
to save her.
His words that he spoke –
cut her like a dagger,
& he didn’t know that
his words were like a knife –
when he tried to save a life.
Haunted, broken, & used –
is how she felt because of you
& she rose back from the dead for you
to come back & haunt you.
December is the coldest month of all –
much, much colder than his heart,
he didn’t know that she would fall –
fall into a million pieces –
losing herself, losing her heart.
Haunted, broken, & lost –
December reminds him
what he forgot.
He forgot how to love,
in the coldest month –
with his cold heart,
he. fell. a-part.
Looking at her grave,
that’s where he laid.
With a tear being shed,
and his dagger in his hand.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
for what it’s worth
shiny frost man
you shook me up last night
and your cold heart froze me
tangled up in blue and white
i’ll never see the endless sky
in your eyes
i wish i could be here with you
the coldest winter is coming
in a new shade of black
devouring the sky as snow falls
shhhhhhhh……
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Bare feet sinking into snow
Prickling creeps up my ankles
Little knives embedding and climbing
Swallowing hungrily
Bitter blasts of cold air
Choking, tensing, tightening
Nerves peel back like wallpaper
And I felt it all,
I knew I was still alive
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
I love the month of February,
The shortest and coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like Feb is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amidst treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen and solid near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.
February is the season of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, Pristine,
Snowy, short, Pure, dark, and lovely; Feb's now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No bathers on the sandy beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.
February is a month of a kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And ******** lovers dream warmth under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.
Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC