Least Read Winter Poems
#winter
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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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 12:25pm
7th Jan 2019 12:25pm
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
29 reads
4 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:56am
21st Jan 2025 4:56am
Winter's Grip
With each arrow piercing through my depth
Pointing to the path of shallow breath
Quivering until the cold air met
Knocked loose until too has left
Footsteps of frost now lost
Frigid gasps soon lapsed
Circle into a mirth full of uncertain purples
Unfurled from icy lips
Cold words set out into the air
Stones to guide the warmth just laying there
The grip of eyes like arrows in their stare
As embers suffer forth toward unaware
Cataclysm masquerading
Extradition unabating
In an adventure unawaiting ...
Pointing to the path of shallow breath
Quivering until the cold air met
Knocked loose until too has left
Footsteps of frost now lost
Frigid gasps soon lapsed
Circle into a mirth full of uncertain purples
Unfurled from icy lips
Cold words set out into the air
Stones to guide the warmth just laying there
The grip of eyes like arrows in their stare
As embers suffer forth toward unaware
Cataclysm masquerading
Extradition unabating
In an adventure unawaiting ...
#winter
42 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
Beer & Murder
During the 2000's a severe winter storm kept temperatures in the 20's and thousands of homes in Southern Texas, without power for several days. It was perhaps a combination of cabin fever and alcohol that led one woman to shoot her 71 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
#marriage
#ShortStory
#winter
46 reads
9 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
48 reads
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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
54 reads
12 Comments
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