Poetry competition CLOSED 6th December 2012 6:41pm
WINNER
FacePaint (Steven D)
FacePaint (Steven D)
RUNNER-UP:
Kou_Indigo
WINTER POEM
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
fairy tale tales
Write a poem about winter. I realize that for some of you its not winter but will soon be winter here. I personally love winter and snow too.
No explicit language please, no swearing words ...
One poem per person, no colabs
Enjoy!
No explicit language please, no swearing words ...
One poem per person, no colabs
Enjoy!
Winter
The waning sun
Its giving glow descends to mute
Ingested by the seasons turn
Digested by the darkening hours
Leaves, blown
Fallen, curled
Forlorn, decayed
Harsh naked sticks of trees
Stripped clean
Their cheerless shadows thrown
On silent blades of grass
Insidiously indifferent
Is winter’s dance upon the land
The waning sun
Its giving glow descends to mute
Ingested by the seasons turn
Digested by the darkening hours
Leaves, blown
Fallen, curled
Forlorn, decayed
Harsh naked sticks of trees
Stripped clean
Their cheerless shadows thrown
On silent blades of grass
Insidiously indifferent
Is winter’s dance upon the land
The Beauty of Winter
I wander through the winter snow
And watch as the wind continues to blow
The river water has ceased flow
This frozen realm has countless things to show
Light shines on the ground, causing it to glisten
Winter birds still chirp fervently, if you listen
Flourished flowers have now been frost bitten
This frozen realm may cause a crude heart to soften
A chill spreads through the morning air
Snow sits on the soil as you would a chair
This genuine beauty makes life fair
Snow and ice blend to make a lovely pair
Ice forms on the nearby trees and casts light
And as I pass by, each frightened bird takes its flight
A winter day is finer than its night
But this complete season is a wonderful sight
It is not a complicated land
This beauty, some do not quite understand
Though, you cannot bask in warm sun
This place is quite tranquil and forever grand
I wander through the winter snow
And watch as the wind continues to blow
The river water has ceased flow
This frozen realm has countless things to show
Light shines on the ground, causing it to glisten
Winter birds still chirp fervently, if you listen
Flourished flowers have now been frost bitten
This frozen realm may cause a crude heart to soften
A chill spreads through the morning air
Snow sits on the soil as you would a chair
This genuine beauty makes life fair
Snow and ice blend to make a lovely pair
Ice forms on the nearby trees and casts light
And as I pass by, each frightened bird takes its flight
A winter day is finer than its night
But this complete season is a wonderful sight
It is not a complicated land
This beauty, some do not quite understand
Though, you cannot bask in warm sun
This place is quite tranquil and forever grand
Cosying Up
The kettle's on the hearth
there's a mizzle on the hill
the cows wind down the lane
and the jams cool on the sill
The clocks have turned the corner
and the field mice burrow deep
the holly's red with murder
as auld tawny stirs from sleep
At sea the Barber rages
scattering the shoals
the boats sigh on the shingles
their nets dry in the holds
The wind's up whacking chimneys
at Winter's first attack
if only I was bolder--
I'd thump the Devil back
The kettle's on the hearth
there's a mizzle on the hill
the cows wind down the lane
and the jams cool on the sill
The clocks have turned the corner
and the field mice burrow deep
the holly's red with murder
as auld tawny stirs from sleep
At sea the Barber rages
scattering the shoals
the boats sigh on the shingles
their nets dry in the holds
The wind's up whacking chimneys
at Winter's first attack
if only I was bolder--
I'd thump the Devil back
[hungry]
it's the first frosty morning
and the poet has nothing to say.
the poet is hungry.
has not slept but is fine
except for being hungry.
it'll eat human flesh
if it comes with jack daniel's sauce
but won't touch parsnip
on principle
it's the first frosty morning
and the poet has nothing to say.
the poet is hungry.
has not slept but is fine
except for being hungry.
it'll eat human flesh
if it comes with jack daniel's sauce
but won't touch parsnip
on principle
Kingdom of Ice
Winter is upon me
I can feel it coming
the snow
is falling all around
turning my world white,
The temperature drops
the nights grow
long and cold for me
I need no warmth
I am already frozen,
This welcomed cold
engulfs my head
like a crown
for I am the Ice King
please enter my crystal palace,
Allow me to tell
my tale of pity and woe
of how I came to be
what you see,
Long ago
on a winters night
I found myself
lost in a blizzard
with no hope in sight,
I came across a cabin
in the woods
A woman stood within
tending a fire burning hot
desperatly
I knocked upon the door,
With open arms
she brought me in
that night
we shared our secrets
and spilled our fears,
I presented a ring
for my love
on the anniversery
of our tryst,
But she
was in love with another
and decieved me
failing to announce
the fact I've been replaced,
The bitter cold that night
turned me to ice
that's why
I wear this crown
for I am the Ice King
welcome to my kingdom of ice.
Winter is upon me
I can feel it coming
the snow
is falling all around
turning my world white,
The temperature drops
the nights grow
long and cold for me
I need no warmth
I am already frozen,
This welcomed cold
engulfs my head
like a crown
for I am the Ice King
please enter my crystal palace,
Allow me to tell
my tale of pity and woe
of how I came to be
what you see,
Long ago
on a winters night
I found myself
lost in a blizzard
with no hope in sight,
I came across a cabin
in the woods
A woman stood within
tending a fire burning hot
desperatly
I knocked upon the door,
With open arms
she brought me in
that night
we shared our secrets
and spilled our fears,
I presented a ring
for my love
on the anniversery
of our tryst,
But she
was in love with another
and decieved me
failing to announce
the fact I've been replaced,
The bitter cold that night
turned me to ice
that's why
I wear this crown
for I am the Ice King
welcome to my kingdom of ice.
Anonymous
"Sacred White Death"
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Icy silence hugs glass panes
with white frost as far as
the eye can see.
Leafless branches
sway gently,
reminding me of the
bitterness of death.
I am breathless,
in awe,
to see such sacredness.
http://picturinggod.ignatianspirituality.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/December-11-winter-scene.jpg
Icy silence hugs glass panes
with white frost as far as
the eye can see.
Leafless branches
sway gently,
reminding me of the
bitterness of death.
I am breathless,
in awe,
to see such sacredness.
"A Winters Edge"
Winter is my mistress
how i marvel in your splendor
these gifts i offer
will never please you.
You stab me with daggers
made of ice
You lower my temperature
death would feel nice
You freeze the lakes
that make me late
you take the sun
as if its sold
you blanket the earth
with white cotton candy
a electric blanket
would come in handy
I balance on this winters edge
a circus performer
for your amusement
i fall and break my legs
as you restrict my movement.
I whisper a prayer for the summer solstice
your cruelty as always
remains evil and faultless.
Winter is my mistress
how i marvel in your splendor
these gifts i offer
will never please you.
You stab me with daggers
made of ice
You lower my temperature
death would feel nice
You freeze the lakes
that make me late
you take the sun
as if its sold
you blanket the earth
with white cotton candy
a electric blanket
would come in handy
I balance on this winters edge
a circus performer
for your amusement
i fall and break my legs
as you restrict my movement.
I whisper a prayer for the summer solstice
your cruelty as always
remains evil and faultless.
Fear of Another Ice Age
solid breath sticking chest
into these flickering statues
annoyances of the worth while
for wind as health after a child
whether cotton or pressed leather
bare, brisk, clever or thick
dawn of whatever is nice for winter to exist
no matter in once green Saharas
or in swamps with no castles to drown underneath
the world has more than once frozen over
now I sit as it melts
so what of the next century
the melting’s been so long
what cycle will there be
the enjoyable would doubt
how the world will once again FREEZE
Poem by:
M.E.L.
solid breath sticking chest
into these flickering statues
annoyances of the worth while
for wind as health after a child
whether cotton or pressed leather
bare, brisk, clever or thick
dawn of whatever is nice for winter to exist
no matter in once green Saharas
or in swamps with no castles to drown underneath
the world has more than once frozen over
now I sit as it melts
so what of the next century
the melting’s been so long
what cycle will there be
the enjoyable would doubt
how the world will once again FREEZE
Poem by:
M.E.L.
My Unforgettable Winter
Do you still remember when we first danced
to the beats of our hearts totally in sync?
Our eyes were closed but once in a while we glanced
at each other as if waiting for nectars to drink.
We used to go to church for an early morning mass,
then we savored together the freshly brewed ginger ale
and a bunch of rice cakes - the best in its class
Our cold empty bellies got full and refused any meal.
Those were the days I will never forget
for we swore to love each other until eternity
But through the years we have only one regret -
we didn't do it in front of the Holy Trinity.
You killed me with the silence from your heart
and your warm embrace is now as cold as snow
We tried to pretend in public so nobody gets hurt--
to our families and friends, it's all but a show.
I wish I could flip the hourglass to start all over
to that time when we first felt the winter chills
The burning desires of our bodies - we used as cover
as we listened to the Christmas songs filled with thrills.
Do you still remember when we first danced
to the beats of our hearts totally in sync?
Our eyes were closed but once in a while we glanced
at each other as if waiting for nectars to drink.
We used to go to church for an early morning mass,
then we savored together the freshly brewed ginger ale
and a bunch of rice cakes - the best in its class
Our cold empty bellies got full and refused any meal.
Those were the days I will never forget
for we swore to love each other until eternity
But through the years we have only one regret -
we didn't do it in front of the Holy Trinity.
You killed me with the silence from your heart
and your warm embrace is now as cold as snow
We tried to pretend in public so nobody gets hurt--
to our families and friends, it's all but a show.
I wish I could flip the hourglass to start all over
to that time when we first felt the winter chills
The burning desires of our bodies - we used as cover
as we listened to the Christmas songs filled with thrills.
frostbitten can easily be placed near the half of things
that I don't need; it's the new millennium:
you can't smoke in doors that aren't your own.
the morning is colder than the evening
and that's all I've held on to so far.
winter stars are something worth a bite or two,
the beautiful little degenerates.
what a horrible time to feel
anything but numb.
that I don't need; it's the new millennium:
you can't smoke in doors that aren't your own.
the morning is colder than the evening
and that's all I've held on to so far.
winter stars are something worth a bite or two,
the beautiful little degenerates.
what a horrible time to feel
anything but numb.
The HOVERING
'Can i have this please?", says Demeter to the vacent hole in the
sun
'I'll hold the tempest for you,
if you grant me the keys to the Harvest Dwelling,
the heat scorches her ungauranteed request,
a request for the sake of all generations,
nurture
is Gaia's pleasure and becoming
the tempest grows weary, wanting the stake of dear Helios to roar against,
pushing the wood in oscillation,
'til the soul has no way portal to rest in,
Though i know that individuality lies on this bark, and my gift to the Mother earth's equilibrium quakes and breach's birth from upon
my spine,
and i look up, placenta and all lies on the last phase of these fields,winter hovering Helios' last rays
bleeding and golden, come my tempest,and he comes.
and I'm frozen again.'
Anonymous
Hell is frozen
dark dorment drakes slumber,
loud and lazy moan for moan.
Black birds bake on blackend lumber,
all crooked and naked shown.
Scorched and sinister are the fields,
the banshee's howls echo ever.
Abundant are Death's yields,
and hope a black four leaf clover.
Consciousness becomes rare,
and my feet futile and stiff.
My spirt has nothing spare...
An embracing cliff...
I give you consent...
My life, spent...
dark dorment drakes slumber,
loud and lazy moan for moan.
Black birds bake on blackend lumber,
all crooked and naked shown.
Scorched and sinister are the fields,
the banshee's howls echo ever.
Abundant are Death's yields,
and hope a black four leaf clover.
Consciousness becomes rare,
and my feet futile and stiff.
My spirt has nothing spare...
An embracing cliff...
I give you consent...
My life, spent...
