Cold

The silence conjures up a sombre air

As frigid winds compel the world to freeze,

Afflicting all with shivers of unease,

For sounds are whispers with no words to share,

And ev’rything around is still as stone,

That when we walk about, we walk alone.

-EDP

Reviews

[Jeslyn Mara]

Very compelling. I love this. It feels familiar.

[emipoemi]

Probably because you too have experienced this phenomenon. Thanks for reading.

[DarkArtz 0703]

I love this.... really makes me feel E.

[emipoemi]

....the kind of response I intend to elicit from my readers with all my poems. Thanks for reading.

[DarkArtz 0703]

your very welcome

K.

[Srchaud]

Alright i get its supposed to be sad(and it is) but to me, its actaully kind of beatiful.
Its about that quit moment when you take a walk when no one is around but you in your thoughts.
The world is still the sounds quiet, just you.
As for what you meant. I think its about a inner lonelyness. Being around many but making no connections.
People talk but they are only whipsers to you. There are crowds but you shiver with unease as they get too close. The people might as well be stone since they want nothing to do with you, and when walking with them its as if you are walking alone.
Its short but powerful.

[emipoemi]

You hit it right on the mark, my friend. Nice interpretation (and yeah, to each his own when it comes to opinions on the poem. I don't write stuff merely to express a certain emotion, I write for the joy of finding out what others make of it). Thanks for reading! Glad you enjoyed it.