Winter Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#winter
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:20pm
26th Jan 2025 6:20pm
January
January's twilight horizon was a striking tangerine pink.
The cold brittle hours seem to turn agonizingly slow.
Soul searching with way too much time to think.
Frigid air preserves the stark milk white snow.
The sun and my heart struggle in their morning ascent.
The enigma of despair is disguised in many forms.
Questioning life where the road is unknown and bent.
Answers buried in the ravage of mental storms.
I imagine the soft warmth of spring sun on my face.
Hope prevails despite winter's brutal little death's. ...
The cold brittle hours seem to turn agonizingly slow.
Soul searching with way too much time to think.
Frigid air preserves the stark milk white snow.
The sun and my heart struggle in their morning ascent.
The enigma of despair is disguised in many forms.
Questioning life where the road is unknown and bent.
Answers buried in the ravage of mental storms.
I imagine the soft warmth of spring sun on my face.
Hope prevails despite winter's brutal little death's. ...
#loneliness
#winter
#hope
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12 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 00:20am
22nd Jan 2025 00:20am
Cold
There are barren worlds where no joy dares to exist.
A mental planet with a void for sun, the light is listless.
Eternal winter snowed upon the corroded cartilage
in my bones.
A carcass of happiness lies shivering on broken stones.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To say I'm dead would be so bold.
Pink fire grazes the horizon behind the evergreens.
Somehow a fuschia twilight is magically seen.
This electric mauve light vanishes into the belly of the night.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To...
A mental planet with a void for sun, the light is listless.
Eternal winter snowed upon the corroded cartilage
in my bones.
A carcass of happiness lies shivering on broken stones.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To say I'm dead would be so bold.
Pink fire grazes the horizon behind the evergreens.
Somehow a fuschia twilight is magically seen.
This electric mauve light vanishes into the belly of the night.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To...
#despair
#winter
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 11:21pm
19th Jan 2025 11:21pm
Leaf Cadavers
The driving miniscule flakes of snow.
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
#death
#LifeCycle
#snow #winter
#snow #winter
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12 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 00:10am
10th Jan 2025 00:10am
into warmer weather
the morning
hours
rakes into
the day,
and each
moment
endures
nonstop
strands of
another
winter
season,
but inching
its way
into warmer
weather.
hours
rakes into
the day,
and each
moment
endures
nonstop
strands of
another
winter
season,
but inching
its way
into warmer
weather.
#morning
#spring
#winter
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6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 9:30pm
8th Jan 2025 9:30pm
in winter
i sit
here
in winter,
trying to
use the
blanket
to cover
my
cold self,
but the
material
is never
enough
and
my feet,
my toes
always
are ignored
by the
truth.
here
in winter,
trying to
use the
blanket
to cover
my
cold self,
but the
material
is never
enough
and
my feet,
my toes
always
are ignored
by the
truth.
#snow
#winter
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
One Winter In North Wales
The temperature dropped to -19c
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#science
#winter
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:57am
30th Dec 2024 8:57am
evergreen trees
how i
think of
evergreen
trees
for winter,
their
branches
easily
reaching,
still holding
life,
cold
rumors
spoken
out loud,
but
the trees
refuse to
believe
the weather.
think of
evergreen
trees
for winter,
their
branches
easily
reaching,
still holding
life,
cold
rumors
spoken
out loud,
but
the trees
refuse to
believe
the weather.
#nature
#trees
#winter
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 5:47am
25th Dec 2024 5:47am
drifting (my favorite season)
how these
seasons
drifting,
each tied
but break
apart,
i glimpse
asking
towards
what
remains
unfolding,
i'm halted
when each
season's
beauty
complicates
choosing.
seasons
drifting,
each tied
but break
apart,
i glimpse
asking
towards
what
remains
unfolding,
i'm halted
when each
season's
beauty
complicates
choosing.
#fall
#inspirational
#spring
#summer
#winter
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8 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 11:38pm
19th Dec 2024 11:38pm
perspective
I look into the mirror.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
#alcohol
#dark
#moon
#sadness
#winter
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Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 2:30pm
19th Dec 2024 2:30pm
Beneath snow’s blanket
In the absence of it all, like a calm dawn in a long, dry winter
Nestled in cabins; stoking fires from the bodies of pine
and the skin of the birch
Twig fingerlings and the parchment of the crass inflict fervency to the flame
The prior prod of the cold has relented
As I dally through the meadows lain of white,
my footprints are like pressed art to the earth, revealing my every intention
Like a visual chronicle defining my aspirations
Winter is both life and death;
fleeting moments of here and beyond
The lull peaks my curiosity...
Nestled in cabins; stoking fires from the bodies of pine
and the skin of the birch
Twig fingerlings and the parchment of the crass inflict fervency to the flame
The prior prod of the cold has relented
As I dally through the meadows lain of white,
my footprints are like pressed art to the earth, revealing my every intention
Like a visual chronicle defining my aspirations
Winter is both life and death;
fleeting moments of here and beyond
The lull peaks my curiosity...
#winter
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2 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:27am
14th Dec 2024 6:27am
Fog
wintry morning sun
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
--R K Singh
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
--R K Singh
#morning
#winter
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Shon
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
Jack Frost
Twas an early December morn.
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
#morning
#night
#winter
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