Winter by Top Critiquers Poems
#winter
Can't even find the stairs
Snow drifts
snow mounds
snow mountains...
snow here
snow there
it's freaking everywhere
on the roofs
on the roads,
stealing sidewalks
swallowing cars
and eating up parking spaces,
slipping and sliding
falling down
on the ground.
where the freak are the stairs.
snow mounds
snow mountains...
snow here
snow there
it's freaking everywhere
on the roofs
on the roads,
stealing sidewalks
swallowing cars
and eating up parking spaces,
slipping and sliding
falling down
on the ground.
where the freak are the stairs.
#winter
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The Winter Poem
Winter, the longest season of all.
Deceptive sunlight.
A hint of frost.
Snow may fall sooner or later.
The evenings continue to draw in early.
Dawn is delayed.
The winter stillness lingers,
Raw and deep and icy cold.
Deceptive sunlight.
A hint of frost.
Snow may fall sooner or later.
The evenings continue to draw in early.
Dawn is delayed.
The winter stillness lingers,
Raw and deep and icy cold.
#winter
#night
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Stay
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#love
#winter
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Coffee Haiku, a Cycle
Cup of coffee left.
On low wall outside office.
Collecting raindrops.
Two days pass, a third.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
Is it now more rain?
A light winter frost.
It glazes leaves and walkways.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
On low wall outside office.
Collecting raindrops.
Two days pass, a third.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
Is it now more rain?
A light winter frost.
It glazes leaves and walkways.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
#coffee
#haiku
#nature #winter
#nature #winter
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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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Inhospitable
Winter charged in
with frigid gales
icy discomfort
darkness prevails
Wicked season
mental unrest
numbed delight
misery my guest
Incessant ache
frozen to the core
longing for warmth
indifference no more
To the ocean
desire to flee
sand between my toes
where I long to be
with frigid gales
icy discomfort
darkness prevails
Wicked season
mental unrest
numbed delight
misery my guest
Incessant ache
frozen to the core
longing for warmth
indifference no more
To the ocean
desire to flee
sand between my toes
where I long to be
#winter
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This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories
#graveyard
#JohnLennon
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A Cup of Sugar .
Winter is the season we all borrow that cup of
sugar . It’s that extra duvet and fluffy pjs to
appease the body with sweetness to abate
the climatic change as the thermometer drops
to minus degrees . It’s steaming hot chocolate held in cupped hands with two spoonfuls of
glucose and fructose of sugar cane . It’s tucked you in kissed you goodnight under a woollen scarfed moonlight sky .
sugar . It’s that extra duvet and fluffy pjs to
appease the body with sweetness to abate
the climatic change as the thermometer drops
to minus degrees . It’s steaming hot chocolate held in cupped hands with two spoonfuls of
glucose and fructose of sugar cane . It’s tucked you in kissed you goodnight under a woollen scarfed moonlight sky .
#sky
#winter
#night
#nature
#snow
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After We Got In The Cabin
After we got in
the cabin and found ourselves
isolated by
the snow, the girls and I stripped
and hump each other right there.
the cabin and found ourselves
isolated by
the snow, the girls and I stripped
and hump each other right there.
#dialogue
#fiction
#sex
#tanka
#winter
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