Long Winter Poems
#winter
0UTPUT_a_AURA
Poem Published
20th Dec 2019 9:02pm
20th Dec 2019 9:02pm
Someone
She was standing in my room
with no expression on her face
And no memories
that I could use to replace
she left with the door
behind her head
Crying covering her ears
from all the things
that shouldn’t have been said
All I wanted to know is
Who's the lucky someone
I think he forgot his coat
I found his love letter
I found the one you wrote
You told me I was the only one
Now I’m just someone
That you stopped caring about
Threatened to go
Left you to yourself
Went...
with no expression on her face
And no memories
that I could use to replace
she left with the door
behind her head
Crying covering her ears
from all the things
that shouldn’t have been said
All I wanted to know is
Who's the lucky someone
I think he forgot his coat
I found his love letter
I found the one you wrote
You told me I was the only one
Now I’m just someone
That you stopped caring about
Threatened to go
Left you to yourself
Went...
#heartbroken
#winter
#UnrequitedLove
#redemption
#MovingOn
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 3:43pm
13th Dec 2019 3:43pm
the chill of the season
winter shivered frosty colors
her inner calm magnified by her glory
chill composure decorated in decadence
she would not be shaken today by the sun
with a loving hand, the Earth was blanketed in her reverie
but I couldn't see the beauty today--
the fog rolled in touching my thoughts
nothing was clear as I look out at the landscape
in previous summer months, the days stood still
and I could capture each flutter of the hummingbird's wing--
as it fed on honeysuckles
I could see each pine needle--
of the wooded denizens...
her inner calm magnified by her glory
chill composure decorated in decadence
she would not be shaken today by the sun
with a loving hand, the Earth was blanketed in her reverie
but I couldn't see the beauty today--
the fog rolled in touching my thoughts
nothing was clear as I look out at the landscape
in previous summer months, the days stood still
and I could capture each flutter of the hummingbird's wing--
as it fed on honeysuckles
I could see each pine needle--
of the wooded denizens...
#love
#depression
#winter
#Christmas
#God
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6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
9th May 2019 5:23am
9th May 2019 5:23am
Winter
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone’
-Goethe
1
The crisp top of each wave
knows Winter as it breaches the wind.
The birds shorten their bodies to it,
ruffling in the breeze where they stand
and the low Sun knows it too;
it sinks a glowing amber disk
surrounded by grey sky.
The land is patched in whitest snow
peppered in browned and grey foliage.
2
How do I know Winter?
She comes to me at night
in light too dim to see. ...
-Goethe
1
The crisp top of each wave
knows Winter as it breaches the wind.
The birds shorten their bodies to it,
ruffling in the breeze where they stand
and the low Sun knows it too;
it sinks a glowing amber disk
surrounded by grey sky.
The land is patched in whitest snow
peppered in browned and grey foliage.
2
How do I know Winter?
She comes to me at night
in light too dim to see. ...
#winter
#nature
#LifeCycle
#MaryOliver
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 9:29pm
9th Feb 2019 9:29pm
Radio Follies
Good evening, listeners.
It’s your Delilah Deli here at six
dee-livering the local news.
So sit a spell with me please do.
With all the rain we’ve had,
the welfare of our park flowers
has me in doubt.
For here in Danvers,
there’s just the one park,
and the flowers, there’s only
two: one yellow, one blue.
So we need to be diligent,
and learn the drill, ‘cause
Danvers Park & Recreation
( there’s only the one ) has a
slogan; now say...
It’s your Delilah Deli here at six
dee-livering the local news.
So sit a spell with me please do.
With all the rain we’ve had,
the welfare of our park flowers
has me in doubt.
For here in Danvers,
there’s just the one park,
and the flowers, there’s only
two: one yellow, one blue.
So we need to be diligent,
and learn the drill, ‘cause
Danvers Park & Recreation
( there’s only the one ) has a
slogan; now say...
#rain
#winter
#consumerism
845 reads
14 Comments
Benzy_420
BTheW
BTheW
Poem Published
7th Feb 2019 1:19pm
7th Feb 2019 1:19pm
Tropical Rain
I feel, rain pouring, washing me away
I kneel, be-fore him, praying that I am okay
I feel, rain pouring, washing me away
I’m still, detouring, straying off the other way
I really miss those days
Kicking the ball round the block with the bros
Now my rent late
And I’ve been wasting my time with some hoes
Shifting a bag of the bush for the dough
It’s not enough though
Still in the rough though
Never act tough but I’ve been in some scuffs cause my city get cut throat
Feel I’ve been giving it all that I got, but I’m all out of...
I kneel, be-fore him, praying that I am okay
I feel, rain pouring, washing me away
I’m still, detouring, straying off the other way
I really miss those days
Kicking the ball round the block with the bros
Now my rent late
And I’ve been wasting my time with some hoes
Shifting a bag of the bush for the dough
It’s not enough though
Still in the rough though
Never act tough but I’ve been in some scuffs cause my city get cut throat
Feel I’ve been giving it all that I got, but I’m all out of...
#sadness
#winter
#water
#despair
#emptiness
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
Walking Thoughts
As the pastel winter morning develops into a brilliant blue day, I walk the path around the field across from my house. Such a sea of sparkles; it’s like treading on galaxies. The wind-blown edge of a patch of polished ice reveals individual crystalline structures, and I realize my every step is crushing a thousand unique works of art.
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
#winter
#nature
#spiritual
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 10:29pm
9th Jan 2019 10:29pm
Omnipotent Journey
Is it age that has me turn aside,
to think twice because the
turmoil in my life is nothing new.
This time around it’s
different news or seems to be,
though bitter onslaught’ chill
and words are all the same.
Before I’m overwhelmed
this time, I know what I must do,
and I won’t be alone.
From those who try to hold me back
with lists they need for me to fill.
From shouts that try to blame their
wants and woes so hard it seems
the earth will free-fall from its spin
— I soon...
to think twice because the
turmoil in my life is nothing new.
This time around it’s
different news or seems to be,
though bitter onslaught’ chill
and words are all the same.
Before I’m overwhelmed
this time, I know what I must do,
and I won’t be alone.
From those who try to hold me back
with lists they need for me to fill.
From shouts that try to blame their
wants and woes so hard it seems
the earth will free-fall from its spin
— I soon...
#forest
#winter
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
21st Dec 2018 10:27am
21st Dec 2018 10:27am
Come home
These Oaks sing
across the low-tide, under the estuary, over the rail paths, cut into stone,
where our bones collide in darkness,
where you sing, and curl my hair on your finger
wondering
where we lost strength,
swayed too easy by troubled wind,
where I share you with our borrowed time.
How far are you, in reality?
When I've sung our words, carried by your breath, my beat, our patterns on paper, a story of youth.
These cars hum, echoing through the city streets, words passed by...
across the low-tide, under the estuary, over the rail paths, cut into stone,
where our bones collide in darkness,
where you sing, and curl my hair on your finger
wondering
where we lost strength,
swayed too easy by troubled wind,
where I share you with our borrowed time.
How far are you, in reality?
When I've sung our words, carried by your breath, my beat, our patterns on paper, a story of youth.
These cars hum, echoing through the city streets, words passed by...
#love
#winter
#aging
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 6:17am
20th Oct 2018 6:17am
THE LENGTH OF THE TRIBULATION
Let me say what i've said for several years:
"5 months" (Revelation 9.5,10) as the length of the TRIB.
Fundies hold onto "3.5 years"(Daniel 7.25) or even 7 years -- even though Christ
clearly said He will "shorten" the TRIB(Matthew 24.22).
Apparently, the Bible in the form of Dan.7.25 carries more weight with them than the words of Christ's own mouth !!! Putting the Bible above Christ, WOW !!
Aren't the Fundies committing that same offense as the Jews of Christ's time ??!!
PS: i need to clarify something.
The Second Coming...
"5 months" (Revelation 9.5,10) as the length of the TRIB.
Fundies hold onto "3.5 years"(Daniel 7.25) or even 7 years -- even though Christ
clearly said He will "shorten" the TRIB(Matthew 24.22).
Apparently, the Bible in the form of Dan.7.25 carries more weight with them than the words of Christ's own mouth !!! Putting the Bible above Christ, WOW !!
Aren't the Fundies committing that same offense as the Jews of Christ's time ??!!
PS: i need to clarify something.
The Second Coming...
#winter
#fall
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Daffodil32
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 8:41am
23rd Jun 2018 8:41am
i am the grass and i feel everythng
i am the grass, sitting here passively in different shades of friendly green
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
passive, strands of hair live...
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
passive, strands of hair live...
#earth
#summer
#winter #spring
#winter #spring
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Seed
Poem Published
15th Mar 2018 8:37pm
15th Mar 2018 8:37pm
Winter Without Hope (A nod to Coleridge)
Winter, homeless and drunk on the sidewalk he lays, a cold and bitter thing
But winter slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of spring
Winter lives on the harder side of life unchosen, so winter takes more than he gives
Cold winds talk of winter’s death, yet survivors bloom for beauty and all that lives
Memories of blue shadows I can recall, when I woke to find a wonderland of snow last year
Everything covered in an angel's coat of white purity, with ice sickles crying a melting tear
The quiet...
But winter slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of spring
Winter lives on the harder side of life unchosen, so winter takes more than he gives
Cold winds talk of winter’s death, yet survivors bloom for beauty and all that lives
Memories of blue shadows I can recall, when I woke to find a wonderland of snow last year
Everything covered in an angel's coat of white purity, with ice sickles crying a melting tear
The quiet...
#hope
#winter
#spring
741 reads
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Kexby
john rickell
john rickell
Poem Published
6th Sep 2017 10:18am
6th Sep 2017 10:18am
Chirk Castle
I returned to the castle garden,
the day calm and still
above, clouds heavy, rain cold
as summer showers can be.
She stood as last year
poised in naked dignity.
Hello proud beauty
do you remember me last year?
I did not ask your name,
you never asked me mine,
I dreamed you leaning over me
did I really kiss your breasts
not knowing who you are?
Please tell me who are you
did you come from Rome
to stand the English winters?
I only visit here in summer,
yet...
the day calm and still
above, clouds heavy, rain cold
as summer showers can be.
She stood as last year
poised in naked dignity.
Hello proud beauty
do you remember me last year?
I did not ask your name,
you never asked me mine,
I dreamed you leaning over me
did I really kiss your breasts
not knowing who you are?
Please tell me who are you
did you come from Rome
to stand the English winters?
I only visit here in summer,
yet...
#flowers
#winter
#nature
#humankind
#mythology
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