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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,
No one else around Snow falls softly to the ground First snow of the year
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;
The wind blows softly, guiding small snowflakes on their dance through the 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.
A cool November night: A fire blazes inside
"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.
Coldness surrounding, The wind is blowing harshly, Nothing is alive.
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,
Middle of Winter,A flower sings the blues.Painted red then brown.
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.
I rest in the closet for most of the year,
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,
Why does the songbird Always fly away When winter comes?
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.
The story of snow begins with a white winter until summertime.
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
january comes in with a bang
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
Daisy heads face dirt frost encasing their bodies price of perfection
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;
when he kissed her he breathed summer air into her winter lungs
orange with white stripes-- to go please
Oh the weather outsi
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
I am keeper of the winter
Finally I can cross another item off my bucket list
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.
Snowball fights outside Hot chocolate with whipped cream Cozy indoor life
I like to see the snow fall
Once in a blue moon,On a windless night,
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!
Be with someone whose words make you
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.
In the time of years end we leave it and take to the sky on
Snowy layers beneath our cold feet, Warm lights strung above in a line-- When our eyes first meet, Your warm hand touches mine,
Its whispering winds
I've been told love is a summer breeze,
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.
I question why the Winter Blues every time I step outside,
Standing in the brisk morning air wondering,
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
Hello my darling,
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
Winter has always been tinged with blues and greys.
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.
The snow softly kisses the earth
Green leaves turn orange and red Everyone wants to stay in bed
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
Winter Flows Through Me, While life is changing now. Life dies slowly now.
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 She wanted to be my
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
Does it take life to understand death?
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
Oh the beauty of the seasons
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
I hope you're comfy,
Falling leaves The chilling air Darker days bring more despair
Dropping to the ground, Solid droplets lying down In absence of sound.
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
Snow covers mountains soft flutter, lands and touches the whisper of snowflakes
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
Snow starts to fall and the child smiles
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
Slowly but quickly seeping into our lungs
Did frost bite me?
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
The cold Winter night
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
I love the clarity of winter
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
Paper leaves do shake Scratching veins and tearing holes Their skin scrawled with death
"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,
Winter shines brightly. Although I miss the summer, My heart will stay cold.
Illuminate the darkness,
I made my choice. Winter had come over me, I fought it for a while, But eventually I caved and let it take me.
Brown withered leaves fall,young roses fold, cold snows fade,but we still remain.
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,
I never thought about life in
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
I lie here, here alone In silence, sweet silence. My thoughts go Ever on, ever on
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.”
Orange, yellow, red, Slowly all the leaves decend, Autumn fades to snow
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
As summer gave way to fall
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
The snow is like pavement; specks glistening in the sun.
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.
Try as I may to avoid drama and fights
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
Slow, Silent, and Cold
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.
Empty sparkles, From the gray-nothing up yonder, Swirling before me…
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,
As I walk thru the winter woods, I hear the songs and tunes of the forest.
Create a cacoon then Sleep through the winter snowfall wake up like Samsa
winter's, summer's, sun brings all of the life to be oh so very fun.
Sky's are greying blue Frozen water falls from skies Trees are clear and bare
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,
So crisp and cold the sounds last forever Fluffy white under your feet crunch.
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.
Hot Chocolate Warms me up when I am cold Brutal snow
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.
The light sunflower Diminishes through fall Until shriveled and dead
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
Searching for blue sky As the snow flutters downwards the wind carries me...
‘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? (Parody to Shakespeare's Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day)
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