winter
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They born in a world
A world of rich,
They suffer in a world
Ruling by the rich.
They known as Poor
In the world of rich.
Poor people have no money
To buy winter clothes.
When Winter winds begin to whirl around
and whisper through my long and lonely days,
I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem
and hope I find some comfort in a phrase.
Mon pays, c’est le beau soleil
Mon pays n’est pas le dur hiver
Mon pays est un Éden souvent vert
I pick up the red and black pants that I saw you wearing in those pictures that I look at all the time,
And I really thought that by know, I would be able to call you mine.
SeasonsFour seasons in a year.
summer is the best one .
in the winter it's cold .
The spring is wet and muddy
the spring is the best time to play spring aau.
Seasonsfour seasons in a year
summer is the best one
in the winter it's cold
The spring is wet and muddy
the spring is the best time to play spring aau
then comes the hot,sticky and, humid summer
I always used to say I hated summer
Something about the heat
Or the sun burns
Or the bugs flying around
No matter where you go
But it wasn’t entirely true
You see
It’s true that I hated summer
In the slushy shine of winter mornings,
The harsh, huffing breaths of a
Hushed and harried engine heaving
Its hoard of hearts and hopes
Hastens the horizon, rushes
The clicking clack on slickened rails
Sometimes I just want to wrap myself in poetry.
Curl into a ball so small you hardly notice as you pass by.
Curl up inside the stanzas
Cozily cocooned in imagery
Allow myself to be swallowed by it
December air is a colder cold the hours before dawn.
Well suited but too cold to lay, deer are on the move.
A hunter couches in the woods also suited head to toe.
Color is irrelevant
To me
It is the natural beauty
Which is absolutely
Dazzling and important
To me
A chaos slumber in peace
Like a dragon in sleep
A seizure awaits
Everytime she weeps
A sad song or melancholy air
skin laid as leaves
my soul the seed, vessel bound
hush, here comes the freeze
Pain is like snow.
You look up—
And no matter how hard you squint,
You can't quite see where it's coming from.
From time to time it may stop,
But in reality,
It's rushing at you,
All at once.
Skiing down the steep slopes
twisting and turning then
skidding to a stop
sending up an arc of frosty flakes
Beginners follow like ducklings
Pizza slices ridging up the snow
Tested and tried and discouraged, I dried my cheeks with my head hanging low.
I manifested a truth, blessed with courage, i died in defeat, then my corpse began to grow.
In the perfect season of the day,
will our laughter remain?
I saw your eyes counting the stars,
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white
as the butterflies in my stomach
flap their technicolor wings.
but the only color i feel
is a deep, melancholy blue
snow caps treetops
like the cap that snug on your head,
hugging your scalp
the way i wish i could hug you.
the icy flakes outside dot my face
Shall I compare you to a winter day?
Your heart is warm even when it’s chilly
Sweeter than Santa on his sleigh
Yes, we are nearing that time; When you try to fit your hand into the glove with mine. We both know it won't fit or align, but I guess I can't blame you for trying.
The wind whips through your body,
crushes your will, kills your spirit.
Demons of black ice chase you down,
fury in their shattered snow scraper eyes.
The field lay,
sad, cold, brown stalks rising rigidly and meaningless
from blue snow in footprinted rows
dark in the light of the orange sun
Time passes by and darkness begins to descend. But still the trees will not bend, the darkness creeps ever closer and brings the crisp cold air, yet the trees do not bend. The air gets colder as we all get older, here the first leaves fall.
An odeto the short lived snowflakethat took refugebetween my curlsthis morning.
Fell from the skyinto the armsof my woolen beanie,bouncing offinto my hair.
And he saw
The light in my eyes,
He saw I was trying,
I was holding on tight.
Once I felt freedom,
Now I feel too much.
Snow is falling,
Winter is calling.
Snowflakes are dancing as they gingerly fall to the ground,
And the spirit of the season is traveling all around.
School is closed for the inclement weather,
Icicles drip from the crisp leaves of century-old trees
Snow piles as pure dust like white powdery rust
The night whispers
The owls hoot into the dark
Icicles drip from the crisp leaves of century-old trees
Snow piles as pure dust like white powdery rust
The night whispers
The owls hoot into the dark
The smell of ginger bread fills the kitchen with the heat of an oven reminding me I am home.
Stepping outside is a shock wave of senses, the smell of snow in the air that the wind has left behind.
The Snowy Hollow
Trees reach up
Like long slender hands
Over the stillness.
All is hushed
There is no need for
Words.
The taste of saltiness spreading through my mouth
My eyes wandering around
I am speechless
Something is burning inside of me
The white landscape
is all I could see
Tiny soft white flowers
Snow lightly coats the top of the river,
Sides of houses covered in icicles,
Christmas lights shine so bright
Headlights look too similar.
I danced in the riverbanks and couldn't help
All the plants have died
Even the final rose
The leaves are falling more and more
As the wind blows
The mornings darker
The days quicker
The wind blows harder
The lights flicker
I love to watch you wind,
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze,
but I wonder where you go.
You disappear sometimes
in a mischievous sort of way
i think i was 11 when a stranger first asked where i hid my money
it was a cold winter day
you could see your breath sway and stay as the snow flew your way
i glanced back at his face
Rain descends from the clouds above. The darkness looms, covers and devours your love. Leaves fall, die and turn to dust. Inside you is this burning lust. A desire to be free. To open your eyes and see.
Oh how greatly I hate the winter days
So long, and cold, and void of all ardor
It makes me feel so numb, so very dazed
My feelings in disarray and disorder
When the Light Fades
Natali Hutcheson
Hurry!
Green mountains turn to dark silhouettes
The snow gives wind a body
As it drifts above the earth.
For a moment, soaring free
Before descending to its hearth.
How strange to notice the air
Become a corpse void of breath,
What a beautiful November rain
Spilling angel tears gently down
To ruin winter’s snow white gown
With a muddy earthen stain.
Though snow will return again
(This storm was all alone)
When a hush lies across the land
Stillness rare and precious
When the birds flit bright in the forest
Sparks of the flame of life
When the sea lies calm under a layer of crystals
An opaque expanse of serenity
I come to the realisation
that
I can’t remember those winters,
the winters of my childhood.
It was really good at all times,
and it was really bad.
Now it’s bad all the time.
as my feet shift heavily
lumbering forward
on this iceberg ground,
i cast my gaze on the
world above
me.
as i approach an organized pile
of bricks and glass,
white teardrops of flecks
Benign snowfall acts as a reminder,
Of the months that have elapsed;
Falling softly, directed by the breeze,
And tender in its tracks.
A year before it became a symbol - a mascot of two hearts:
Have you ever looked up at the sky during a cold winter night, wondering if there’s somewhere nothing exists?
Where time doesn’t have meaning?
Where even rogue planets don’t dare go?
Christmas: a tiny holy thingy
blinking strings tie often streetpoles
redded hands in boiling coffee
not in mates palms
smile holds a teeth holes
sauced up by dentist.
Winter brings such wonderful tidings.
Each and everyday, winter glows with
such majesty.
Winter is the essence of cold.
Never growing old.
Winter will never be the same every year.
Red and Gold
Losing its hold
On nature itself.
Amongst the many whites
Of natures many delights
The trees now all bare
The snow falling without care
While I stand
The fall was harsh, the winter was bitter.
A frozen field failed to yield spring life
except for one flower. It was no quitter.
It pushed and pounded on the ice in strife
Doll House
September 6, 2018 ~ Thursday
Winter in the heart
Blue as the sea
Off the windy coast of Maine
A little mermaid in waiting
PART I
Cupid’s bow spoke to me
Its Honduran mahogany
Cut piece by piece
And carved into shape
Etched with a design
No one had prepared me
For Winter.
That black cold
Struck you to the bone.
Not even the moon shone
Through my smog.
The gentle fall of silver flakes
Within my head a image does make
How can it be so cold and cruel
When it is the one true rule
The frost that covers these frozen lands
The sting of hail as it hits my hands
In Fall, there are orange leaves on all the trees. It's the season of my birthday and Halloween. It's very dandy to get all that candy.
I believe "deceitful" is a bit harsh, prone to believe she's "full of herself" with her frosty farthingale draping my mountainside.
The skies let down their bounty
That falls as sheets to earth
It freezes on the mountains
But we protect our hearth
We warn our weary brothers
That winter is come at last
Do you feel it?
The sharp quick cut through the body.
The shattering of a million warmths into the night.
There is but one thing that ignites this prowl.
It is known as... the winter's howl.
Snow fell in huge flakes
as it was just the perfect atmospheric conditions.
The sky was hues of purple and blue.
School cancelled for the week,
allowing two girls two sleep on the pull-out couch,
The waves of the icy shore reached for me,
Clenching their fists before my feet,
The tips of my toes cried in agony,
Begging for some warmth or heat.
I was relentless,
Baring what I could,
Sends shivers down your spine
Gives you the chills
Freezes you to the bone
Raises your hairs
Yet it’s oh so kind
It comforts us
They yank on their skates,
criss-cross the laces and
tug on my hand with stubby fingers.
The ice is thick and crusted with
white chips
Pondscum and cattails are hidden
under the marbled crust
Through the frosty window, in crisp air
and a silent sea of white
I see the tiptoe of a fox, bright as a burning ember
My breath snatched, I stare—
dark eyes
Then I see the mounds, scattered—
It's not a trial to slay a doe
Among the forest floor and snow,
Enchanted by the final breath
Echoing from the chasm breath.
A soul escaping from a snout,
A final breath struggles out
Ethereal angel of ice and snow,
Against thy cheeks, the wind doth blow.
A zesty tang of winter spirits
Bid thee come to see and hear its
Melodies of gentle breeze, see
Spectacles of painted trees,
Dear Snowflake,
oh
Why
Did you
Leap from the
Clouds, my
Dear
Tiny angel?
Were you tossed
For being cursed with an icy
Dear Jack Frost
I think It’s time we had a heart to heart.
Your winter wonderlands have started to become… problematic. It’s not you. It’s just…
I am tired of the color white.
As the weather changesAnd seasons passI take in the worldSpinning around meSlowly, quickly
Dear No One,
winter comes around, feelings of
warm and comfort completes me,
spring comes around, but the thought of being
scared and helpless fills me,
summer is right around the corner
Dear winter whose frost freezes time,
Possess the limbs of mine,
Play a piece silent to Apollo’s eye,
In the wake of his sigh,
A dreary cold and time forgot
Winter wonders the sky does dot
Silver flakes of falling snow
Rings above the ground below
The darkened stones worn with time
That bear the name that once was mine
Red, orange, yellow, brown.
A Technicolor, rainbow town.
Children go outside and play.
Even though the clouds are grey.
when the atmosphere changes to glass
and the air becomes so crisp and clean;
when flakes tumbling, twirling
pour out of a steel gray sky;
Dear Penelope
We have often discussed
Our least favorite feelings
I have always told you
"Sadness," while you replied
"Guilt," without hesitation
I never understood
In this frigid winter I write
To you who reminds me of this unwelcome chill,
That comes not at my request but at the hand of nature
Like the wind, you envelop me in an unwanted embrace,
The crimson crosses silver flakes
The body not a sound does make
The silent cries that make me shiver
As the corpse slowly withers
The winter breeze a chill does send
But the sorrow it can not mend
I see that everything is changing,
everything is falling into place.
And as I watch the seasons changing,
I know nothing will ever be the same.
I can see that Spring is on it's way,
Why can't I just be a bird,
that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly?
Why can't I just be the sun,
I see diamonds in velvet, a mother’s dark cloak,
draped o’er the earth in a hushed fan of cloth,
for she mourns every night for the loss of her sun,
Where have the roses gone from my garden?
Look how those left freeze in cold winter wind;
Nothing I can do nor ask for pardon
To save the lovely petals as they’re thinned.
Frost
Breathe
Heaving through
Icicle lungs.
Wind
Force
Pushing past
Frozen bodies.
Cold
Lush
Sometimes a fall day will be
surprisingly chilly.
Biting noses and nipping fingers.
A fleece sweatshirt isn't thick enough but
it's only September.
How long until I see my breath,
The river rushes westward,
the edges licking
clay banks
and rock faces,
like a thirteen year old boy
trying to figure out how to French kiss.
A breeze whistles from the north,
Let me catch your hand
Let our smile run across the quay,
And so on, until the dawn
Takes the night to its prom
And a sleepy puppy
Hides from sun rays.
hello,
in the backyard of the cherished soil,
where my love always falls flat like
swollen notes i never sent.
comma
i stare at you while
the sun rises. the red
solo cup in my hand has been
The nice days before next Spring are
running out.
"Sunny 80 degrees"
will turn into
"65 with a slight breeze".
Soon the meteorologist will prophesize
scattered showers through February.
"You don't care. You're so unfair!"
I slam the door, hit the stairs,
hit the biting winter air,
I've done so much for her. What about me?
I storm down the street
it's starting to sleet.
The cold night air touches my skin
And the wind graces me with kisses
It moves towards my window
and laughs and steals away my wishes
The refreshing change of the seasons
fills me with an immense need
for being at peace.
For instance,
when this cool tree sap Fall morphs into
a wet smokestacky Winter,
Two teenagers stiffly walk on train tracks,
sporting ripped skinny jeans
(and other edgy bullshit).
They stop at a bridge-
the pond below sits frozen.
Snow peppers the ground around it.
Nothing can make you feel
better or worse
than she can.
She loves with smooth hands
but they will also make a man lonely.
Her comforting quiets turn into
terrifying silences.
December. Last year.
The Valley had gotten a rare snow storm.
Two best friends and I
walked out into the (literal) freezing cold.
Ice beneath thin rubber shoe soles
makes for easy frostbite.
In the winter the snowflakes fall,
whether they are big or small,
in the cold frostbitten air,
Listen, you traveler of lands long past,
of lakes and of sands and of skies blood-red.
Open your ears to my ready cry
“Turn back; Turn back,”
In the coldest Winter
you were the coat that kept me warm
Made from many patches
all my favorite colours
I trust you like the fire
treading through snow storms
With your embrace comes wisdom
The flurry of frozen fractals
Shatteered remains of my subconscious
Such a buoyant, bright element
Holds so much regret, pain
Drifting down,
Falling to the ground.
My mind piece by piece,
Descend in a bed of white pale as snow,
A gleaming path sprinting far and low,
A borough buried bleakly as day turns to night.
Tip toeing the trail of self destruction
Teetering on the edge on insanity
Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid
Sewed my eyes shut from reality
It's over when you can't break down
When tears slip down her bronze skin,
She seeks warmth from the fire.
So far away, she craves it with a
Burning desire.
The crisp winds shroud her in the cold.
In the winter, as everything dies,
A child is born.
In the winter, as everything ceases,
A child grows.
I am a seed, a sprout, a tree,
all at once.
Over hundreds of days,
thousands of moments.
Leaps of joy, and millstones
for a heart
Fine white powder blankets the ground
Disguising the barren trees
Puffy white pillows up in the sky
Shed snowflakes on this winter scene
The snowman cannot help smiling at us
The wheel of the year started with me in the sleeping death that is ashen winter snow.
Everything that had been there had burned away; only charred remnants were left in the dead sea of what was.
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
Oh but will I ever again see the sun? How long is my life to remain a painting that the artist gave up on?
January – Just establishing new year resolutions, just dreaming about who I want to be, just looking back over the past year
The Beginning.
A rabbit in its burrow,
deep in the snow.
Soft and warm,
underneath,
the harsh cold wind that blows.
The deer padding through,
up upon the snow,
cold and brave,
high above,
HI
I’M TYPICALLY PRETTY SHY
AND THAT MAKES ME A CARPET
THAT YOU HAVE TRODDEN ON
EVERY DAY SINCE I MET YOU
I didn't used to feel this cold. I was the kind of kid that kept summer within them. I went barefoot through the snow, I wore shorts late into the fall. Never brought a coat. That was before I met you.
My lips are blue,
The color of skies and sadness.
But nothing can rid me of this hue,
Or save me from the madness.
My hands are numb,
Tiredness seeps into weary bones;
Snow lies thick upon the untrodden road;
But neither that nor warmly lit homes;
Feel like a jackpot or a treasure-full trove;
The city lives there
on the sidewalks of
West Rogers Park Chicago.
I can hear its rhythm
The foreigner
makes his way
as the snow falls.
His feet,
unaccustomed,
are awkward and crude,
and leave a crooked
muddied
trail
in a vast
and white
field.
roastingwinter mealsjust beforethe snow hits,the dry chilling airencircles us twolittle penguinsin our black overcoatsas we smellsweet sugars formupon the darkening skin
A melody played on the wind
Tangles itself amongst the smoke
Air crisp with cedar pine
Still cold while the sun has broke
A gentle lull of a new day
Rousing all from slumbers full
It all begins with a single song
Drifting, fluttering, singing along.
The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
As they mingle through the air,
It only lasts for what seems an hour,
I see
Snow stick to the hard, brittle grass
Twinkling lights reflect off car windows
Little boys and girls playing with their toys
Cookies stacked on a table set for many people
Love diesIn sunset eyes,And under the sunShe fades.
Through strange summer daysAnd dark autumn haze,My dreams take me farBeyond cosmic rays.
Cold crisp air slicing my lungs with every breath
Socks wet from the soggy ground,
Feet aching, becoming numb
Everything shivers with cold
January hurts
One step to the left and,
Already dead
I pull-poked the wonderings out of my head.
They slimed and they slithered
Into the pool
To recreate moments of frivolous drool
That deemed little merit
I do not wish to stare
Out of this Plexiglass window that shouts my name, taunts me.
Yet it refuses
To let me leave this world.
My trembling, tired fingers
Reach for some source of life--
Snow twirls through the air
Soft and dainty
Crafted elegantly with designs
The human eye can't see
The sky is gray
White
Who really knows
It shields the cozy homes below
Dove dark chocolate,
One of the purest enjoyments in life
Foil bends and crinkles as
I relish the moment in which
I open the clearanced Valentine
Which was somehow abandoned
He stood resolutely,
In the winter cold.
The sun climbed behind him,
Glowing bright and bold.
The wind kicked up twigs and leaves
Long dead of chill,
His coat tails flickered up and down,
Shall I compare thee to a winters night?
You're darker by far and more pervasive
The chill in the air kills any thought of staying out longer
Rushing me inside to drink something hot and cuddle down
Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation,
With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
For months it has been cold; stuck inside our lukewarm homes and off-brand fur coats
Either taking the bus to school in the windy snow or the trains on the tracks, people with their schoolbags and totes
I tried to write about the sparkle in the snow,
but it turned into a poem about your eyes
so I decided to write aboout the winter winds,
but it only described the aftermath of you leaving
Winter Wonderland
Snow all around the area.
It is an enjoyable hysteria.
Let the snow fall before me.
1.
Mechcanical man
Rundown machine still has use
Broken as I am
2.
Living piece of night
Inky slinky shadow cat
From the darkness, purr
3.
Colors of life, gone
I've never heard such a ruckus,
Even after the rocks, and the hail
panging against the clean window.
Scratching, tearing away-
The storm lifted higher
Those clouds now emerge even
Winter
Snow glistened
as it fell to the ground
It was all over as it fell
Snow fall
The wind blows, harsh yet stale.Winter is not new, it is the same every year:it freezes the ground and the sky, it takes life from the trees, the bugs, the squirrels,
"The winter comes
The summer goes
The ground is covered up by snow
The summer comes
The winter goes
Steams from glaciers finally flow
The winter comes
The summer goes
Cold is the only word to describethe beauty of the ice snow.
It's hand is wrapped around usfor only a few months
White accompanies the stormsof this dreadful, beautiful time
I am the frost on the leaf, desperately clinging to what is already gone
I am the frost on the leaf, the absence of color on the red that you have spilt for me
I am the frost on the leaf, I keep your decaying form company
And there you are, a single leaf lingering in the breeze, a beautiful memory meant just for me
There is a hole in my heart that only you can fill, but the branches have overgrown in your absence
Snow covers a landscape all too familiar.
Winter’s clutch on suburban Maryland is slowly tightening.
I listen close for just one sound of life,
But nothing can be heard during this lifeless time.
©Copyright 2009 by Paul Gray. All rights reserved.On my balcony I settleAs the eve of day sets inWarming hands above my kettleEvening crisp around my den
WINTER’S VEIL: by Paul Gray©Copyright 2009 by Paul Gray. All rights reserved.On my balcony I settleAs the eve of day sets inWarming hands above my kettleEvening crisp around my den
Walking in summer
is swimming,
legs cutting strokes
through mid-afternoon heat and humidity.
Dappled shade on the sidewalk
(written 2/6/2015)
a heart of ice
its flesh unkind
windy rain burying my calves in chills I can’t shake
a storm builds and preys on the trees
Those winter leaves
are wanting me
I used to be a quiet girl
I used to sit in nature, hidden from the world
Those winter leaves
are calling me
Pushing me to be the best I can be
I am the girl who never seemed to be alone in the halls
I am the stranger with the goofy smile that you remember in your freshman class
Cold as ice.
Intricate flakes hit the ground.
Just like me.
Fragile, but falling.
Close to destruction.
Some feel the warmth of the fire during winter
Others feel the cold, even by the fireplace
They are blanketed with a different kind of cold
A cold the fireplace cannot melt
She dances with an icy heart,
cold, unyielding to rays of light.
She creeps up, plants a kiss upon your cheek,
A forgotten lover
leaving traces of frostbite in her wake.
There is no beating in her chest;
How can I go creeping
Barefoot in the snow?
How can I love so deeply,
Someone I do not know?
There is beauty that I find
In your smile, in your eyes
In the tears while you cry
The air is sharp with winter anticipationComets with tails blazing: stage lightsHit upon the crowd, wondrousHis hair is Spanish moss thatHangs heavy from the oaks,festooned in beads and baubles
Have you ever looked at someone and felt completely warm?
In the coldest of winters they filled the holes in your heart with patches of summer.
You couldn't look at them without smiling or urging to share a laugh.
Winter,why wont you go.
I am cold.
There is to much snow.
It is suppose to be spring.
Your time is over. GO!
Were is spring?
Why isnt spring here?
You know what GO winter!
Blue is a stillness with which you are familiar. Blue is the cold wind, quietly reminding you of the weather. Blue is the sound of the snow falling all around you so quiet that you could easily forget it yet so loud you want to keep listening.
Where the cherry shall drop into the pink oceans
And he lamb’s ear shall hear the wind’s whisperings
The undefeated sun shall shine forth into the fourth of darkness
Yet the grounds are of pearl
I think I started my new life
As an anorexic angel.
I woke up to my chapped pink lips
Breathing snow that looked like ash
Limbs are lengthy like a tree.
The smile is blossoms for all to see.
Voice of syrup sweetly flows,
Kind despite all the highs and lows.
Through each winter the life persists,
The sky was pale blue
with tints of pink
through the window of a white washed house.
Branches hanging on to trunks of trees,
no leaves,
just pale white-brown.
You keep green apples and orange on the desk in your room.
Pictures of me, and me and you, hang from the shelves
like prayer flags.
If Winters wails were to tell a tale,
Would it be of her hair so fair or lip so pale?
If you'd meet those lips would they steal your breath?
As her cold seeps in you'd catch your death.
Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,
Warm lights strung above in a line--
When our eyes first meet,
Your warm hand touches mine,
I’m the kind of girl, who will go outside without a coat on
And lay in the middle of an ice rink,
Until the coldness turns everything numb.
And I welcome the cold
I welcome the numbness.
Winter time has come at last
It's time to play, forget the past
We'll jump in the rain and play in the snow
When we'll come home, nobody knows
We'll build a snowman, we'll slide down a hill
Snowflakes twirl and dance in the air
Softly prancing as a mare
Beauty swirling in the air
Softly landing in your hair
Unique serenity
Blanketing the ground
Chapped lips and cold skin,
soft eyes, playful grin.
Though I have loved before,
Know, I will search no more.
MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES
AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES
THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN
AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE
THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON
I am the Winter Witch of ice and snow
Cursed from birth for reasons I don’t know
I have only one thing I desire
To feel and grasp warmth and fire
Burn into the color of a sunset,Painfully bright in the white of every color,Standing out against the snowy day of Impressionable blissful drift of Flakes; catching gently upon his head,
Agony from the chronic eruption of nerves that delicately lace through my spine and entwine into vines of erotic discord electricall
people will never recognized a simple girl.
who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower.
who really is nothing compare to the real flowers.
whose color and petals are different from others.
Irredescent glow gives a certain luster in the snow.
Cold as the winter wind blows and every one watches as the ice start to give new shows.
I remain here.
I'm frozen in place,
No one is here to warm me.
No one is here to wipe my tears.
No one is here to hear my screams.
No one is here to chase away my fears
I feel your breath across my lips,
I feel your shaky fingertips.
Close those eyes and take it in,
As I brush against your winter skin.
Lights sparkling, snow falling.
Family's laughing, cookies baking.
Stories being told, gifts being wrapped.
Socks and slippers.
Chilli and soup.
These are a few of my favorite things.
He is winter.
He is the excitement that takes over.
His eyes are snowflakes, drifting in the wind, carpeting the land in a cloak of white.
His lips are the colors only shown by the setting sun, colors of pink.
Although winter is fast approaching,
I'm not worried about thecold,
Because the things that keep me warmest
aren't exclusive to the summer:
I'lll still be reminded that I'm loved
by family and friends alike.
Now it is March,And thus begins the feudWinter or Spring? Warm or cold?Will the earth be renewed?Sick and tired of bitter wind,Most are ready for Spring.Winter gathers her few supporters
I must go back to hills again, to cold and snow and sky
And all ask is a pair of skis and poles to balance by
And cold that stings and wind that blows and white that hurts the eye
I'm all about the sunshine,
it's hot tounge rolling down my spine,
the citrus smell of sumer
like peeling back an orange rind
but when the snow inevitably falls,
Rich caramel leaves
Once green and full of life
Lie anxiously, waiting
For pressure to end their strife
Controlled by wind
Frail and frightened
As the days grow shorter
Little hands
so cold and frail
against the snow, they seem pale
then the numbness comes
as senses fail
The snow sprinkles down,
It clumps together,
And waits for its friends to arrive.
I, too, wait,
For something to do,
In attempts to pass the time.
My boyfriend shovels
The new fallen snow,
I was just old enough to
Tie my shoe,
When my dad could hardly wait,
To teach me how to ice skate.
He wrapped my sister and I,
In coats to keep us dry.
And packed us in the car
Oh to live at Winter’s world
Where snowflakes tingle your skin
With a cooling delight unknown
To Summer’s blistering touch
To taste her ice-spun delights
Safe from the sun’s harmful light
Outside--
the chill of her cold appears like wisps,
deciding to make its home inside my bones.
Every lick of her icy breath is a familiar comfort.
As she settles in,
Some say winter is bitter
Some say winter is all frost
I say winter shows me
how warm I can be
and that I'm not entirely lost.
it goes like this:
the clock reads 7:06am
cloudy skies, morning mist on the window
i am swallowed by silence
clod toes, cold nose, cold heart
the coffee warms my throat,
warms my toes,
You said to me, "I am Lost"
So I etched the constellations
in every freckled part of my skin,
so you would always know where you came from
when you traced your fingers across my hips.
They aren't just scars
They are demons
I fought at 00:00
They are my insecurities
My deepest fear
And my lonely nights
They are my insults
I have recieved and the
Emotion I can't contain
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
For she is as cold as a december night.
As dead inside as the trees in the day.
Yet she can be as warm as a fire
Lit with joy and carefree emotions
Dancing around the ashen wood
And outside, life Is cold.
The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow,
and through the chains over my window
I can see the world outside-
Moving.
It's all still moving, without me.
Floral prints and straw hats
Sips of lemonade and a gentle scent of daisies
Mix nicely with the cool spring breeze
It has just rained
So grass sticks to the bottom of our feet
Our footsteps like a discord home
For dying leaves and infant blades
We trace them back to winter world
When wind was chance and chance was change
A single line converges here
A day recedes, I'll chase down one more nightA lamed and hobbling Spring tries to outrun the tideof all the misspent monthsand all this wasted time
She’s the rainbow at the end of an autumn storm,
I’m the mud that seeps through your shoes.
She’s a cup of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve,
I’m a snow blizzard that you see on the news.
Without Winter there is no white. Without Winter there is no Spring. Without Winter there is no laughter.
Rainy days, gloomy nights
Winter winds, shrouded sights
But it's okay, it's all right
As long as I have you,
In my life
Pouring rain
Muddy ground
Icy lane
Raindrops sound
Landscape lost
Ice-cold hands
Winter steals
If Winter only taught me one thing,
it would be how to not respond
when life calls for me.
Winter told me to ignore it,
when my best friend called
and pleaded for my involvement
With winter almost here
it's time to layer on thick
its days are drawing near
so I'll make this real quick.
After the last leaves fell
it was time for a new season
Sunlit blanket
Of fluffy snow
Etches a sculpture,
Marble against sky.
Lacy ice
Forms a window
Shielding
From the worst truth.
It was not heralded
Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
gently drifting alond with this cool winter breze
she stands as a statue
sweater sleaves covering her flushed, frozen face
tears turning to solid ice in her eyes before they could escape
It's December, and snow's falling.
Now it's February and it's still falling.
Guess what? April's got snow!
Sensory recall one: Chilled, I hear a whistled crescendo approaching from behind Curious melody in tune with the way the light shines through the trees over there under the first snowflakes of the year
"No more snow," they say.
'We are finished with that part of day.
We are past that portion of year.
We are done with that hour of drear!"
"No more snow?" I say.
"We have past all pf the array
I feel the breeze
A brush of stinging air
My breath steams through
Like smoke in the atmosphere
Your eyes raw
Its starting to snow, it must be winter,
White all around us in the cold night sky.
But do you know something this December?
I really can't leave now, can't say goodbye.
Unexptectedly I've fallen for you,
I made my choice.
Winter had come over me,
I fought it for a while,
But eventually I caved and let it take me.
By: Anyssa Q.
Crisp and brisk and cold was it;
and shivered as a frostbit lip;
this curling clarity of rarity,
this stream that rushed before me.
And tall were they at lunar lip,
There was a time when I cared a lot about you.
When I yearned for you to be near.
When I loved your voice
Your eyes.
There was a time when I saw the future in you.
When I thought I was happy
Secluded in a frozen tundra
Bundled with layers of furs
This trek is a hard one
From what I concur
To animals approaching, I thrust my spear
To snowstorms on the horizon, I hide in fear
Once as a child I looked into this woman's eyes,and all I saw was this empty gray.She smiled and it was almost believable,but the gray seemed to drain the colorof her face
Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
The trees seem to grow older,
As the land becomes colder;
Their leaves flying away.
As the night gnaws at the day,
Time seems to freeze;
Leaving me at ease,
For I enjoy the silence.
He sits alone
Staring out the window
Watching the cold flakes float down
To add to the ever-growing piles
Bitter cold wind whistles by
But he still hopes for brighter days
And Spring
Fresh under soles
Crisp with crystal individuality
Blank of all expressive color
Save that which speaks
Soundly above all the others
With meaning of life, love, and beauty
Shrouding gray faulted paths
Winter Blue
By: Anyssa Q. E
What is snow, so sweet and pure,
But frigid monuments at your door,
Plant of death and insecure-
Birches bending in the breeze.
Lift that veil and kiss the facing lie,
A single drop of hope will leave your eye,
For your dreams all is lost,
Let your heart be caught in frost.
My veins stand blue in contrast to winter white skin
The ice water pumping through my veins
Chills fingertips and toes to where numb becomes normal
The rest of my body is quick to follow suit
Heartbeat slows
The breeze blows like never beforesweeping away our words and our angera cool wind rising below the heat of our wordsand carrying them into the skybefore they can even leave our lips
I can now comprehend
Why people equate winter to loneliness.
I never used to understand it;
Winter was always my favorite season.
It was my passion.
I loved
-still love-
My teacher once told me
The snow absorbs sound
And that is why in winter
When the air is cold
And comes out in puffs
The world is silent
And any sound is muffled
By a heavy crystal blanket
There is nothing quite as beautiful as the first fall of snow.
Freezing, glimmering crystals adorn the ground in a white gown.
Outside it is cold and windy. Inside there is warmth and cheer.
They are symbols of the time that is now
Everyone seems to know how to make them
They can be a size from high to low
When constructed they are part of the fam
He only survives in the harshly cold
Snow here
Snow there
Snow everywhere
Snow on the housetop
Snow on the trees
Thank God it's not upon me
We leave the snow at point A
Everything is frozen this morning, but the sky is clear
An orange creamsicle sunrise through the mist
Ice cream colors reminding me of the popsicles our fruits have become
A Christmas tree puzzle
sits in pieces on the dirty-white carpet floor.
A little girl in a decorated blue sweater is looking out
her rain-drenched window to see
her slowly flooding street.
It seems as if the whole world has frozen,
Everything quiet and still,
The trees are gnarled and arthritic fingers,
frostbitten cheeks and a red nose,
adorning each child's gleaming face
the first snow fall of winter
Outside is dark, dreary Without a single beam of white moonlight
The wind has stilled, mostly But heavy cold blankets the quiet town
It is dark white, freezing A land of ice but for some falling flakes
Snow people blew in today,
They bit my nose,
munched phalanges,
left my spinal collum frozen on the ground cold,
dead eyes fixed
The last leaf, right there in front of me having lasted through the first snow of winter.
It stayed long after the bitter winds first arrived, long after the temperatures dropped.
Winter, pierce my skin.
Kill me on the inside.
Such a cold is felt within.
Winter pierce my skin,
to tell a tragic tale.
Allow us to begin.
Winter solstice sun:
When you're little you love the snow. You can play in it, throw snowballs, go sledding, build a snowman, and get out of school. But when you grow up, the snow is an inconvenience.
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished,
Calm, subtle, just.
A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish;
Leaves, weathered to crust.
Rain's kiss is as cold as ice.
A warning of what's yet to come
Snap, crackle, pop Rice Crispies
The sounds of the ice as the man, briskly
Walked. fresh snow cold as liquid nitrogen
The seed sits in the field
thristy for water
begging for sun light
A drop of water moists into dry skin
softens its body
another drop falls
followed by another
The snow falls
On her tail,
on his wing.
It settles slowly,
carefully,
silently.
During the day, the birds, the dogs
run and play
while the bears and frogs
slumber away.
Cold, bitter cold.
It slices beneath the coat,
Freezing,
Biting,
Stinging.
Pain, dull pain.
The ground slashes hard,
Aching,
Jarring,
Straining.
I wake up,
another morning,
so cold,
getting up from this warmth that surrounds me,
feels like taking a plunge into a world of no warmth.
Stepping outside into the freezing early morning,
The bitter bite of the frosty cold
flakes dance on eyelashes and nip at noses
The crystal white city on a snow covered night
twinkling evergreens tower over, bathed in bright light and the glitter of fresh snow
Snowflakes unwillingly brighten the day
They drop silently; so blissfully
Through these gloves
And frozen fingers
They slip away
Leaves and bright flowers
Along a path
They start their way
Soft red lips
Turned up—a smile
Of wit and love—
Toward the lips of another
Reflections
In each other’s eyes
Radiant light
Shrouds her body
A silky gown of dreams
Are youso cold?Barefooted, youwalk onice. You areunaffected by thebite of thecrystalsdancing in theturbulent wind.Snowflakes crownyour headas you hang
This sweater of mine is ready for the breezing weather
Wraps around me, not light like a feather
Golden ball of fire hides behind the fluff
Oh, what a wonderful season full of stuff
apples, leaves, candy
Wintry berries
dead at the tips
of snow-sagged branches
red as blood-inked lips.
Wintry oceans
tucked into bed
with the earth beneath it,
people on its head.
Forfeit the winter
Forfeit the snow
Forefit the bitter and the cold
Build your houses
Where foliage spontaneously grows
Where winds of wild ambition blow
Feather Light Flakes
Feather light flakes drift down from the sky,
Dusting the flowers that only just died,
Soaking through leaves that only just dried.
You wake up to silence
We constantly hide our faces, like the luminous sun shieldsbehind the colossal dusky clouds.
When the first leaf fades
inside we go to grab our different apparel.
When the first flake drops
inside we go to get our wood boards.
When the first flower sprouts
outside we go for the picking.
Crystals fall on an ocean of flakesLayer upon layer of snowy banks it makesBeautiful white flakes shower from aboveFilling every heart with joy and loveIt's winter snow coming out of hibernation
lemon sweet magnolia sticky melting in the trees.
wild abandon in a dark forest, sunlight slots on a soft, mossy floor.
kisses without care. wet raindrops on soft skin, cooling hot blood.
Come softly now to the meadow
Come, in all your downy glory
Fragile and beautiful,
Gleaming eyes of Boreas watch as you dance
Round ‘n round you go
Radiant, ravishing, and refined
Gloriously white
In the winter, cold and bleak,
I sat upon my window seat. Looking out into the world,
I saw a bird perched in the snow. No doubt this bird was wishing for a drop of gold,
The Cold Has Come And GoneYet Some, Stay FrozenWhether It Be a State of Bliss Or SorrowTis There they Will StayNever Moving, Never ChangingForever Trapped Within themselvesWithin Their pain
This morning I woke
To a dusting of snow
That God did sprinkle
On us mortals below
The driveway did sparkle
The frost did gleam
While I, disgruntled
Returned to my dream
Light and Dark walked together one cold winter's night
under the shining face of the moon, full and bright.
On this night they could walk arm in arm
As old comrades might, forgetting their differences.
The wind throws the hawk a gusty blow.
Her outspread wings steer her through the low
Troughs of airy waves, feathers skim tree tips.
Now high on crest of winter's cold breath
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably.
The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long.
Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.
The Sycamores sit high enthroned
Above a frozen stream,
Limbs bare as bone,
Like old skeletons from a dream.
But Beeches wear their leaves quite late
So that when other trees
A hush, a whisper, not a soundThe sight above, TranquilityA whisp, a flutter, down to earthFlicker, flicker to the ground
Slowly falling from the sky
With the wind blowing harder and harder
The day ends with a great sigh
Fall ends with the start of winter
Slowly falling from the clouds
A breeze hits with a plow
Let’s bury ourselves beneath the snow,
Hidden away where no one knows
Let’s freeze ourselves within the ice,
In Winter my heart did weep. Oh, how it broke in two! And how horribly that wound seeps, And oh it ached for you. And when summer came to rise, My heartached and I cried, "what a shame I'm not to wise." "Why so naiive?" it sighed.
A rose that fell off from the heavens above,
It came towards me like a dove,
Waiting to seek the truth behind those eyes,
The white is everywhere
It covers everything
Nothing is safe from the white blanket
The white blanket of snow
It covers everything,head to toe
Cars,tress,houses, and dead flowers
Snow falls on the ground
Blanketing the land in white
Bright, cold, uniform.
Snow melts and flowers
Rise up tentatively from
The newly freed earth.
Flowers fall and leaves
A blanket of comfort
hanging in the closet.
my body longs
for the warmth it brings
morning after morning.
Ordinary in every way,
torn in all the right places.
I slip it over my head
Peering out of the frost-covered window panedelicate snowflakes viciously whipped around.On a thin plate of glassI placed my feet.Every little branch, every little pebbleis blanketed in snow.
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
Dances in on fairy feetGives rosy cheeks little kissesBy gently touching each face with loveIn a cold, barren wastelandAnd then flies away on wispy, delicate wings...
I want to make things.
Beautiful things.
I want to paint the world with starlight and glass,
luster and life.
The crash of an ocean wave soaked in vivid reds and blues.
She falls into my arms
And I can hear nothing,
But I can see the last breaths her sick body is taking.
From everything I wished to have,
She's slowly fading away in front of my eyes.
Winter comes.
The wind howls and the ravens stick around.
Perhaps for one more day,
To scrounge around.
They search forevermore,
or perhaps forever born to be alone.
(poems go hewe chose the table to the left that faced the walls of the courtyard
my tea spilled through the cracks like rain in a graveyard
and there were one two one two three grey leaves above us
“It’s really cold out here”
she uttered in the bitterness
of the Brooklyn night;
and at first it was meant
to be merely a stark statement,
a quiet observation;
something to crack open
It's cold tonight,
Here in this soundless, white-canvased neighborhood.
Tiny scratch marks are to be found barely notched into the surface of the snow.
A shiver passes over us,
Crystallized drops of dew descend from skies
Which spill their frozen tears onto the Earth.
The careless sun has undermined their worth,
Rendering their heart cold as slowly dies
With the furious rage of a thousand Winters,
A sea of injustice, waiting at the spout.
Like the irritated bite of a good man's splinters,
That swindle and split when sweetly plucked out.
Snow drifting, falling to the ground
Fire burning, family all around
It's the time I've been dreaming of so long
The first snow
I walk outside, staring up in bliss
Spin in circles, shriek at all I've missed
Diamond dust dances from the frozen frontier.
It clings to my eyelashes, but I see him rush to linger.
Ahead he guards me; protects me.
Beyond the beyond, the mask of danger veils.
Walking inside a white marble,
Legions of snowflakes in the air,
Like torrents of feathery arrows they swoop,
Tucking-in the ground bare.
The season of Autumn was about in the air,
in your soul,
under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind,
swirling the fire leaves everywhere.
Like fireworks in the sky.
Little snowflakes are falling on my face
I stick out my tongue for a tiny taste
Looking around I notice the snow pile
Spring will not be back for a little while
Layers provide me warmth from the harsh flakes
Alive I am Alive yes I am Alive
My bones tingle with the energy of life itself
The energy of life surrounds me it protects me it cradles me, guides me
guidance
The months stretch on, I
Have no choice
Enter the snowboarding movie
In my mind’s eye I keep them,
Never far away
Wonderful and simple
Alone in the trees
Riding on the Dark Side of the Moon
Silently snow falls through the
Night air.
Our baby's first winter in the
Woods is
Filled with
Light from flame and star
And the scent of pine.
Kettle whistles split the silence, and
Day one: fall.
Orange leaves that crumple under shoes
Crazy loud thunderstorms.
Is it hot out or is it cold?
The ever-falling leaves, like sand in an hour glass
My days falling to the ground.
Encircled by an icy perfection
desiring spring to rise and thaw
yearning strictly buckled down
our passions mustn’t gain control
‘Twas a cold and blistering Monday afternoon
Seventy nine miles of pavement separated us from our destination
The winter had came with full brute force
Snow drifts alongside the road completely covered the property fences
When winter storms bring snow and ice and springs face hides beneath
And life is draped in cold regret where jealousy sinks its teeth
The road is dark and rough, though often traversed by those
The snowflakes dance their joyous dance
moving in circular motions here and there
the beauty of it puts even the great muses,
and laurel trees to shame
rushing towards me like little children,
When dusk fell
The animals fell silent.
The trees began to stir
Whispering among themselves
"It's coming!" they seemed to say
Her eyes are sweet
with the gentle glaze of death.
Roseate lips of golden ice
and petite hands clasped tight.
Who is she praying to,
in the soft morning light?
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Like icy snow, the blistering winds doth blow
Thou art just as cruel, and filled with spite
Those cold, cruel seeds reaped, in thy soul hath sowed
The breezy wind blows north efficaciously tugging out the wintry flakes
Nightly waves freeze ashore
And the moon reflects off ice in an allure
Stars decorate the sky and glow with enticement
While the breath of ice is upon us,
We have nothing but each other for warmth-
And safety. Protect me from the eye watering
Wind that blasts from the frost-whipped sky.
Envelop me; for warmth was stolen
Like many summer months in bloom,
promising life, light, love
When the sun would hug you in its warmth
and caress your hopes with gentle rays
of bright light and subtle praise
(poems go here) Peeking through a small break in the tree
I see the flurries dive through the sky
They flutter to the ground, and it catches on my knees
I study it,
I admire its uniqueness
(poems go here) Peeking through a small break in the tree
I see the flurries dive through the sky
They flutter to the ground, and it catches on my knees
I study it,
I admire its uniqueness
For my loving heart began to open just as the petals
Awaiting for a bee to come and find me
Alas, the buzzing ceased but a
lonely caterpillar came to thee
The snow, a ribbon of white, wraps all around you.
And without knowing it, it pulls you into a bitter world.
You do not like it at first, but then you come to realize, it is beautiful.
Her skin so pale Chalk white Even as dawn breaks of the Horizon. Her tricolour eyes watch Grafather sun rise Wet sorrow melts the colours together.
It is snowing.
The white specks are dancing.
The world turns upside down.
The reindeer are prancing.
There is no wind in this world
only the constant swirling.
I stay rooted to the ground
A crawling crack in the cold ice, a minor flaw
The water below, bursting, seeping through the breaking jigsaw
Creaking and shrieking, the sheets of water cried as they were leaking
Silver wisps stream
Soar
Whirling through crisp air
Embracing shadows
Mysterious melodies fly in the moonlit sky
Silent sounds surround
A flautist’s silhouette dances across the snow
Snow.
Silently falling,
It covers the ground,
For miles around,
Snow.
It is white and fluffy,
Soft and airy,
You look out the window, and feel
Peace.
Be still. Be quiet. Snow.
The snow falls softly over your pale skin etched in fine detail, with a horror that always seem to possess those eyes with a hint of red blushed round the rim of your shadowed eyes, death must have kissed them for your eyes to look so haunting an
The crisp scent of forthcoming winter churns out suicide notes for the illiterate
A slew of chirruping crickets leap into the mire,
Their light corpses ripple 'Xs' in the water
Thinking
All I do is leave the world with my imagination sinking
Spring, Summer, Fall I must endure
Even though no snow is for sure
