Bitter Winter Winds

A frosty poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bitter Winter Winds

Cold blistery wind chills me

Winter jabs her icy knife into my ribs

Her strength and determination to defeat me is strong

She blows and blows…trying to deter me

Numb and icy are my fingers as my lips turn blue

Yet I lean into her winds, with all my might I carry on

I persue my destination and curse her as I do

She’s a frigid b***h and I won’t let her win

Even if I have to sin to beat her

Author's Note

I have to admit, I hate being cold all over. I used to hate the frigid winter wind that was like knives going through me. It's not as cold where I live now. The icy winds go to me more than anything. I don't miss them at all.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Excellent description of what its like fighting the cold. It doesn't get that cold here very often and when it does it usually doesn't last more than a few days but it sure is hell when it is here.

[tynamite]

I like the sharpness of this accentuating the coldness of this one.

[Sports Girl]

Nice description here. Well done

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

We had one of them days yesterday! you described it so well!

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like the frigid b***h..great metaphor...any extremes are horrible..and we have any icy period upon us currently so this is very fitting.

[Solidad]

"Even if I have to sin to beat her"
Best line EVER.

[Linear]

I still feel those winds, bitting through me, love this poem though

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I just faced her winds and her knives.
She may have won. This poem gives me chills.

[JanieB]

This is a great descriptive write.

[Cynthia]

Very great imagery! Powerful write! I love the description in your poem over and out, it's VERY interesting. I don't enjoy cold too! At lease it snows, I don't think I ill remember the cold either!