Winter Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#winter
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
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3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 11:57pm
27th Aug 2024 11:57pm
big coats/autumnal
in a short while it will be autumn, dear,
and we shall forget this bloody awful
summer and put on our big coats again
and look forward hopefully to next year
and we shall forget this bloody awful
summer and put on our big coats again
and look forward hopefully to next year
#winter
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3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
15th Aug 2024 11:57am
15th Aug 2024 11:57am
Frost
How is something not lost,
Yet wanders and refuses to be found?
Dreary mists adorn steely frost,
Leaving a memory of the sun
A sea of long coats and tilted hats,
Gently walking through winter’s haze,
Their footsteps silent on cobblestone paths,
As daylight fades to twilight's gaze
The cold breath of the evening air,
Whispers secrets to the night,
Where shadows dance without a care,
In the dim, flickering streetlight
What once was clear now fades away,
In the mist where all is gray, ...
Yet wanders and refuses to be found?
Dreary mists adorn steely frost,
Leaving a memory of the sun
A sea of long coats and tilted hats,
Gently walking through winter’s haze,
Their footsteps silent on cobblestone paths,
As daylight fades to twilight's gaze
The cold breath of the evening air,
Whispers secrets to the night,
Where shadows dance without a care,
In the dim, flickering streetlight
What once was clear now fades away,
In the mist where all is gray, ...
#memories
#philosophical
#rhyming #winter
#rhyming #winter
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 8:20am
7th Aug 2024 8:20am
Of Angels And Ice
Where art thou, glistening ice,
Who doth frame wings beating thrive,
Emissary of the celestial,
Where empire and angels revive?
Grant thy servants heavenly fire
Of this dead world's eternal snow.
Pray tell when the end time may show,
Seek the final march on Armageddon's field,
Adorned in the glistening light of faith's shield.
Prayers offered like sacrifice in the winter wind,
Cold whisper of the dragon tempts towards sin,
To collect the wage of wickedness paid in...
Who doth frame wings beating thrive,
Emissary of the celestial,
Where empire and angels revive?
Grant thy servants heavenly fire
Of this dead world's eternal snow.
Pray tell when the end time may show,
Seek the final march on Armageddon's field,
Adorned in the glistening light of faith's shield.
Prayers offered like sacrifice in the winter wind,
Cold whisper of the dragon tempts towards sin,
To collect the wage of wickedness paid in...
#angels
#prayer
#religion
#rhyming
#winter
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 7:29am
6th Aug 2024 7:29am
Iron Fists and Snowy Fields
Around the visor falls the snow
Their elan now begins to show
The black cross against the white
A thousand of the empire's knights
To the borderlands they dash
Swords drawn in the light flash
A yard of good Prussian steel
Here the enemy will die or kneel
Steel gauntlets grasp the reins
Ignoring the blood and pain
The ground watered with pagan blood
Corpses fall into the icy mud
Vengeance of the Lord
Incarnate by a stream of swords
Judgement on the snowy fields
Leather and steel leave none to yield
Their elan now begins to show
The black cross against the white
A thousand of the empire's knights
To the borderlands they dash
Swords drawn in the light flash
A yard of good Prussian steel
Here the enemy will die or kneel
Steel gauntlets grasp the reins
Ignoring the blood and pain
The ground watered with pagan blood
Corpses fall into the icy mud
Vengeance of the Lord
Incarnate by a stream of swords
Judgement on the snowy fields
Leather and steel leave none to yield
#dark
#historical
#narrative
#rhyming
#winter
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 10:53am
25th Jun 2024 10:53am
I am lost
Life is a fire that won’t burn forever
It freezes, it fades
Hope is the curse of the individual
It dies with him
Fear is the individual’s lust for life
Paralyzing, it kills
Nature is a mother who eats her own young
Without care
Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading
Soul and body falls to the ground
Remember the seasons of temperate beauty?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds
But a winter breeze can kill
Winter is a beast that tortures the strong ...
It freezes, it fades
Hope is the curse of the individual
It dies with him
Fear is the individual’s lust for life
Paralyzing, it kills
Nature is a mother who eats her own young
Without care
Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading
Soul and body falls to the ground
Remember the seasons of temperate beauty?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds
But a winter breeze can kill
Winter is a beast that tortures the strong ...
#nature
#strength
#vulnerability
#weakness
#winter
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 3:49pm
23rd Jun 2024 3:49pm
I long for winter
Nights grow longer and the cold stronger as the world gallops towards icy times.
Sun grows weaker.
Days grow bleaker.
Era of warmth becomes a frigid clime.
Hold close to your heart memories of a living land.
Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days.
The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves.
Colors grow lighter.
Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer.
Skies grow bluer.
Birds grow fewer.
A halting world nearly freezes in time.
Then wolf...
Sun grows weaker.
Days grow bleaker.
Era of warmth becomes a frigid clime.
Hold close to your heart memories of a living land.
Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days.
The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves.
Colors grow lighter.
Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer.
Skies grow bluer.
Birds grow fewer.
A halting world nearly freezes in time.
Then wolf...
#memories
#nature
#winter
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 3:43pm
23rd Jun 2024 3:43pm
I am Earthborn
The seeds of my soul were sown in the throes of creation,
With the fabric of two woven into a distinction.
Upon a deep winter night with the howls of the surrounding season,
My heart came aflame, and spoke of bare trees and distant sun.
The winds of the storm shall howl across the land my true name,
For Earthborn I am; of Land and Sky I am made a man.
And on these deep winter nights, songs of creation echo in my heart,
For I am man; I am a force of nature -
Her!
I am Earthborn!
So here I stand; fury of winter in body of man, ...
With the fabric of two woven into a distinction.
Upon a deep winter night with the howls of the surrounding season,
My heart came aflame, and spoke of bare trees and distant sun.
The winds of the storm shall howl across the land my true name,
For Earthborn I am; of Land and Sky I am made a man.
And on these deep winter nights, songs of creation echo in my heart,
For I am man; I am a force of nature -
Her!
I am Earthborn!
So here I stand; fury of winter in body of man, ...
#earth
#environment
#nature #winter
#nature #winter
132 reads
6 Comments
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 11:36pm
20th Jun 2024 11:36pm
Sliding through silken months with silver ahhs
April intaglio
platycondons
stretch to the chichi
in a scarlet settle
May the bye
of four flurries
flummox the rush
of June furrows
and swallow the
swollen song belted
as seven gospels
from July sparrows
à la dame de
romance rouge
curl the scurrying wind
from lips to thump as August
courts September tarantellas
with a crinkled greeting
to a fleeing Ra
grasping pinetum bebop
in your electric splayed ogles
nude within a brink
prostrated on a...
platycondons
stretch to the chichi
in a scarlet settle
May the bye
of four flurries
flummox the rush
of June furrows
and swallow the
swollen song belted
as seven gospels
from July sparrows
à la dame de
romance rouge
curl the scurrying wind
from lips to thump as August
courts September tarantellas
with a crinkled greeting
to a fleeing Ra
grasping pinetum bebop
in your electric splayed ogles
nude within a brink
prostrated on a...
#fall
#nature
#spring
#summer
#winter
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 11:49pm
9th Jun 2024 11:49pm
winter love
I'm in love with this cool
winter morning
that steals my breath
and gifts me a cloud
of wonder in the pale sunlight
I'm not wearing enough clothes
and I like the way my skin
prickles at the cold
a light breeze running
a shiver down all of me
I feel so alive
under the wide blue sky
early morning sun
shining like the promise
of a day worth inhaling
winter morning
that steals my breath
and gifts me a cloud
of wonder in the pale sunlight
I'm not wearing enough clothes
and I like the way my skin
prickles at the cold
a light breeze running
a shiver down all of me
I feel so alive
under the wide blue sky
early morning sun
shining like the promise
of a day worth inhaling
#happiness
#winter
172 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
21st May 2024 1:12am
21st May 2024 1:12am
evenings in the pub
the city never looks
fairer
than in dank and dreary
weather:
indeed nothing could be better
than a hostelry in winter,
warming yourself by the fire and with the prospect of
dinner
what care I for what summer
may deliver
fairer
than in dank and dreary
weather:
indeed nothing could be better
than a hostelry in winter,
warming yourself by the fire and with the prospect of
dinner
what care I for what summer
may deliver
#city
#winter
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
14th May 2024 6:06pm
14th May 2024 6:06pm
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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