Winter Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#winter
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
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cold bound
#BDSM
#winter
#lover
#disappointment
#orgasm
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A Shocking Winter Discovery
Some
kids were
playing ice
hockey until
one of them spotted
some red coloring, took
a closer look and saw the
dead corpse of a woman who has
been slashed repeatedly and dumped
nude in the ice before he called for Dad.
kids were
playing ice
hockey until
one of them spotted
some red coloring, took
a closer look and saw the
dead corpse of a woman who has
been slashed repeatedly and dumped
nude in the ice before he called for Dad.
#murder
#death
#winter
#fiction
#mystery
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A Silent Winter
I…cavalier, casually cool...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
#winter
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
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chills
the air is bitter
with despair I light
the fire and shiver
and tell myself that
yes, it does most
certainly matter and
l do care, I care how
the wind feels
with despair I light
the fire and shiver
and tell myself that
yes, it does most
certainly matter and
l do care, I care how
the wind feels
#winter
#PopCulture
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seasons of the earth
a galactic journey
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.
...
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.
...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#MovingOn
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Sorrow
As the sunlight dies
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Chambers death through the winds
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Chambers death through the winds
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
#dark
#death
#winter #silence
#winter #silence
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The Awe Of A Winter Wonderland
Unto the barren what dreams become bare by the absence of trees
Where fantasies are found in dreams as we atrial in the subconscious of our sleep
Snowcapped mountains as far as the eyes can see
Polar bears swimming in the depth of the frigid oceans just as easy as breeze
Their time of the season as human huddle under blankets for Winter’s cold hibernation
As the Artic fox roam in search of prey or be consumed by the nature victor’s starvation
Enjoy your presence upon the Earth and surround yourself with love
The blanket of the Winter season is...
Where fantasies are found in dreams as we atrial in the subconscious of our sleep
Snowcapped mountains as far as the eyes can see
Polar bears swimming in the depth of the frigid oceans just as easy as breeze
Their time of the season as human huddle under blankets for Winter’s cold hibernation
As the Artic fox roam in search of prey or be consumed by the nature victor’s starvation
Enjoy your presence upon the Earth and surround yourself with love
The blanket of the Winter season is...
#sun
#winter
#water #lover
#water #lover
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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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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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Common Juniper
bitter blue berries
juniperus communis
snow cloaked conifer
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
juniperus communis
snow cloaked conifer
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#trees
#winter
#nature #haiku
#nature #haiku
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Beyond The Old Stone Bridge
I sprang forth like a Geyser, outside and up onto the mountain.i got that eager whim coming from a tweeter outside my house,a chirping call in jocund vibes cast a spell on me
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
#winter
#morning
#dawn
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