Least Read Winter Poems
#winter
Widow Heart
Flakes of white, cold to touch
Nothing can burn you better
Nothing can hurt you worse
Than the blues when you're naked
And alone in winter, frostbitten
Nothing can burn you better
Nothing can hurt you worse
Than the blues when you're naked
And alone in winter, frostbitten
#winter
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thoughts on the way home
so cold
outside
and it’s fine
until it
gets inside
you
outside
and it’s fine
until it
gets inside
you
#winter
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Somber Season
Notice her skeletal hand
As she tugs the wine soaked curtains
See her dirty nails….
…..Or what’s left of them
For they’ve been chewed to the cuticle
I think she gave up long ago
When the seasons soured, she often wonders what went wrong
The renewal of spring, the sunny kiss of summer, the crimson and carmine of autumn, and winter’s pearlescent days
She never liked the cold, it consumed what little warmth was left
But there were angels in the snow, and that was enough for her
Four seasons have dissolved into a muddy river ...
As she tugs the wine soaked curtains
See her dirty nails….
…..Or what’s left of them
For they’ve been chewed to the cuticle
I think she gave up long ago
When the seasons soured, she often wonders what went wrong
The renewal of spring, the sunny kiss of summer, the crimson and carmine of autumn, and winter’s pearlescent days
She never liked the cold, it consumed what little warmth was left
But there were angels in the snow, and that was enough for her
Four seasons have dissolved into a muddy river ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#rain
#winter
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Light
I saw the sun today
Shining bright
High in the sky
Giving the illusion
It was Summer
But it wasn't Summer
It was Winter
Along with the sunshine
Came a biting cold
That gnawed at the bones
Sending shivers
Like frozen rivers
I saw people chatting
Yet heard no words
Just teeth rattling, and chattering
A chat rat
Yet still
The sun shone
Like a tease
Promising much
Giving nothing
Like sister moon
Other than
A pleasing light
by Jemia
Shining bright
High in the sky
Giving the illusion
It was Summer
But it wasn't Summer
It was Winter
Along with the sunshine
Came a biting cold
That gnawed at the bones
Sending shivers
Like frozen rivers
I saw people chatting
Yet heard no words
Just teeth rattling, and chattering
A chat rat
Yet still
The sun shone
Like a tease
Promising much
Giving nothing
Like sister moon
Other than
A pleasing light
by Jemia
#sun
#winter
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Monoliths
Wintry tears drip deep,
into icy, dark waters
The stream is endless,
as she came to me in the form of paradise
As I envisioned
I made a decision
Wisdom floats
as infinity awaits
into icy, dark waters
The stream is endless,
as she came to me in the form of paradise
As I envisioned
I made a decision
Wisdom floats
as infinity awaits
#utopia
#winter
#water
#nature
#wisdom
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Autumn
Winter’s breath
on Autumn trees:
Silver-laced,
the golden leaves.
on Autumn trees:
Silver-laced,
the golden leaves.
#trees
#winter
#fall
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North Wales
A part of me
Shall forever lie
Within the sweeping valleys of North Wales
Where-in lies
Captured, and enraptured
My beating heart
The bare winter hills
Dotted with forests of evergreen
Sweeping the landscape
Like a witches broom
As ice cold winds
Freeze tears
In mid drop
Hanging like icycles
From blush red cheeks
As hair hangs
Like deep pile carpet
Thick, and warm
Ice blue eyes
Glisten, and smile
Evoking long lost memories
Of near forgotten folklore
Beating...
Shall forever lie
Within the sweeping valleys of North Wales
Where-in lies
Captured, and enraptured
My beating heart
The bare winter hills
Dotted with forests of evergreen
Sweeping the landscape
Like a witches broom
As ice cold winds
Freeze tears
In mid drop
Hanging like icycles
From blush red cheeks
As hair hangs
Like deep pile carpet
Thick, and warm
Ice blue eyes
Glisten, and smile
Evoking long lost memories
Of near forgotten folklore
Beating...
#winter
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#LifeCycle
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A Sonnet for The Solstice
Here we are at winter's solstice
where it's tough to stay warm and dry.
Yet some things from summer I will not miss
such as the lazy bumble fly.
Or excessive auto exhaust.
Or thorns on blackberry vines.
And roadkill, by Goodyear tire embossed,
whereon that bumble fly dines.
Such scenes on hot August asphalt
make summer such a wretched thing,
like that whole humidity gestalt
with all of its hidrosis cling!
The best time on the calendar, or clocks,
is either one, or the other...equinox!
where it's tough to stay warm and dry.
Yet some things from summer I will not miss
such as the lazy bumble fly.
Or excessive auto exhaust.
Or thorns on blackberry vines.
And roadkill, by Goodyear tire embossed,
whereon that bumble fly dines.
Such scenes on hot August asphalt
make summer such a wretched thing,
like that whole humidity gestalt
with all of its hidrosis cling!
The best time on the calendar, or clocks,
is either one, or the other...equinox!
#winter
#nature
#astronomy
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Gray Hill
It's all but
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
#art
#hell
#winter
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On a Weekday in Winter, Waiting
I am that glimmer on a frigid window
Through which, as the evening creeps, a bloodless sun can be seen
Slumping, as per routine, against an assemblage of begrimed bricks, concrete,
And trees that, despite their barrenness, continue to coyly undress.
Oppositely, too, there is a stale clump of sheets,
Stuck together in certain spots,
Swallowing a pair of sallow arms that pointlessly pillow a wonted vacancy,
Coiling around the legs that spread across the threadbare mattress,
And dangle low, laden with a nebulous and
Perpetually unfulfilled wanting. ...
Through which, as the evening creeps, a bloodless sun can be seen
Slumping, as per routine, against an assemblage of begrimed bricks, concrete,
And trees that, despite their barrenness, continue to coyly undress.
Oppositely, too, there is a stale clump of sheets,
Stuck together in certain spots,
Swallowing a pair of sallow arms that pointlessly pillow a wonted vacancy,
Coiling around the legs that spread across the threadbare mattress,
And dangle low, laden with a nebulous and
Perpetually unfulfilled wanting. ...
#lust
#loneliness
#winter
#shame
#boredom
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Get me a cold beer, or else!!
During the 1990's a severe winter storm kept temperatures in the 20's and thousands of homes in Amarillo Texas, without power for several days. It was perhaps a combination of cabin fever and alcohol that led one woman to shoot her 73 year old husband to death in the kitchen of their home. He gave her a can of warm beer. It had occurred to neither one of them to chill a six-pack on the back porch!
#alcohol
#death
#relationships
#ShortStory
#winter
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