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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: absence, allusion, color, dance, depression, lost love, winter,

Like Ice --- THE WALTZ

"Black Ice"

Sorrow flows from the first sunrise 
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before 
At core death awaits
   - laughing while she begs for clemency!
In her eyes, fault is found in every sunset
   - after coming down from cloud nine.
Impossible to move --- her body stiffen
That very moment, A precious Waltz - Expired!
Coldplay and winter mist set in 
Ruins of love clinch an endless echo 
  - taunting the very merry memory.
The auditory sensation of broken trust 
   - stride across the way.
Icing every thought in a sullen, cold rink
She fell - She crumbled 
  - In a world where hope once existed 

Today, she will sway alone without a lullaby
In a room with no warmth 
One time a sweet symphony, now a sour moon 
 At last, a different tune begins to fiddle
As she grooms the icicles in her room.
On every mid-moon, she stares and stares
  towards the old shriveled lipstick on his pillow 
Unseen coldness, unsatisfied, incomplete tears
She can feel the complete braille of hate 
--- cascade around the emptiness

Throughout her poise frostbite travels in
Midnight Summer dreams are near an end
Autumn bones covered by winter sleet 
A deadly force condemns all because of one 

Lost years crumbled like an avalanche 
Way deep down inside......
She paints the rain like no other heartache
Leaving winter residue behind every step
"Black Ice" sits close to the cold canvas on her pale

If you seek closely, she is there 
Immobilized in a waltz, in a waltz, in a waltz

Never to linger or trust 
The "HE" that spoke of love, then melted away

~*~


Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: body, death, fantasy, kiss, love, me, morning, ocean, sea, winter,

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



                         Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone 
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were moist, her face was pale 
.........her eyes were moist, her face was pale

“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn



                         BETH’S TALE

1             The Dream

One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...the Ship was struck where winter stormed
.........the Ship was struck where winter stormed

Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the surf entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the surf entombed

Your James… deceived by Davy Jones! 
With spirit freed, his flesh and bones
...now rest amongst the ashen Stones
.........now rest amongst the ashen Stones” 



2              The Quest

Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light

Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades in dreams of darkness groan 
.........where shades in dreams of darkness groan 

While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry

For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew -
..my jewel of joy, my James Bijou   
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou

The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled

The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold -
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled

A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned

I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died

The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him

Between the willows in the swale
Bewailed a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint, my body frail
.........which left me faint, my body frail



3             Contact

I felt him breathe within a breeze  
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees

“Eternal love, my darling Beth” 
Enshrined within a final breath 
...re-echoed from the Ship of Death
.........re-echoed from the Ship of Death 

The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, a wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death’d been moored
...below, the icy ocean roared
.........below, the icy ocean roared



4              Release

I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone



                         Epilogue
That night the wayward winds were weird 
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared

At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled

The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red



                         Epitaph
Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps


Poem Details | by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories: inspirational, lost love,

My Winter

You entered my room
a long time ago
across many summers,
now when this winter looks
at the trees shedding the leaves
you are by the closed window
leaning on the cold wall
and I am by the fireplace,
your eyes on the cracking wood on fire
mine on the frosted window pane

Have you ever wondered
why my voice doesn’t reach you,
the words crash on the wall
and fall silent, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered
why my warmth doesn’t touch you,
the feelings brush the window pane
and freeze inert, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered
why my eyes don’t look into yours,
the vision is stuck on barren trees outside
and waits for the spring, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered 
why my hands can’t hold yours,
the reach is lost in distant time
and breaks separated, that’s why.

I have wondered
if I could break the cold wall
shatter the iced window pane 
make the trees green again
would my voice rise from the dust
the warmth of my mind melt the ice
my eyes bring colors of spring in yours,
would the time stop 
stop to create distance
and I could hold your hands again.

November 23, 2017.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: happiness, love, winter,

Wonders of Winter

Look up!  Snowflakes appear in streetlights
   Hear children cheer as snow days are announced
Watch the powder fly during snowball fights
   Listen as faith through joyful hymns is pronounced
   Join snow angel brigades while on wintery landscapes we pounce

Walk briskly with me through the winter woods
   Where boughs of evergreens droop with white frost
Don your boots and pull up your jacket hood
   Let’s slide on the lake until our energies exhaust
   Then trudge back home as snow drifts are crossed

Place damp clothes on a chair by the fireside
   Pour a glass of wine and snuggle with me
Whispers of passion, ‘neath a blanket confide
   Lights from the fir tree fill our hearts with glee
   As you offer me your ring on bended knee


Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: death, sad love, winter,

I Pass the Graveyard

I pass the graveyard deep in snow.
One woman at a headstone weeps
all dressed in black like winter crows

as memories in warmth she keeps.
While icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps.

Still muted angels' trumpets blow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
while icicles from boughs hang low.

On granite crags do snowflakes heap
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps.

As past wrought iron fence I go
her mortal love in silence sleeps
where frost on trees like lichens grow.

My heart into my throat now leaps.
I pass the graveyard deep in snow;
her mortal love in silence sleeps
all dressed in black like winter crows.


Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: blue, sad love, winter,

Winter Blues

Winter Blues

If you have to lose a love then
not in winter
when words are cold and eyes are 
closed to light
while watching falling snowflakes you remember
a pain that spurred the wounded heart to write.

If you have to lose a love then
not at Christmas
when happiness is just about to burst.
It’s not a time for callous acts and anger
that bring you blues instead of leaving gifts
and make you want to never see a Christmas tree again.

If you have to lose a love then 
not in blizzards
when everyone is cuddling with a friend
and with each inch of snow in isolation 
you contemplate your life and thoughts forlorn
wandering the depths of desperation all day long

If you have to lose a love then
not in winter
when Valentines are favored for the blessed.
Fire and ice together all in red
as advertisements leave you
with unmarried winter dread.

There seems to be no shelter for the loveless.
In a frigid cold they shiver for the warmth of a caress.

1/10/18







Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beauty, birth, december, love, mother, spiritual, winter,

Birth Of A Swan



Out of the darkness star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - a strewn snowy stream gracing the depths of the black swan night Earthbound from the realm of the pulsing Polaris -- traveling through time zones of timeless inspiration to timeworn emotions -- snowdrops aquiver with purity and fluidity waft down in a shiver of night glow with the pale softness of the first pearly plumage through the ripening plum of a twilight turn rich in intuitive fertility where points of illumination germinate on the Cusp of Prophecy and cultivate in the star-dusted zenith of Capricorn Inspirited by the steadfast fire of the North’s guiding gold her solstice soul of innate sparkle - a whorl of Oneness in sky-dancing swirl ever enchanting the chilled expanse - lifts the sinking sun and celebrates in a Winter festival of cosmic love tilting the axis of polar points re-balancing the swoon of the sun and the moon - whispered gifts cast adrift like white-winged echos lilt with the lightness of vesper hymns resurrecting the youth in December’s dawning bloom with renewed petals passion-dipped in rebirth; flaring fingers of narcissus light lengthen - bestirring dying embers in heartened hope’s hearths and delaying the daily dim of scarlet-scarfed sunsets radiate with lifeblood-promises of warming tomorrows Unifying luminous energy within and without plush in the lush phenomena of Spirit and Nature she comes to nest and rest on maternal sandy shores destined to glide liquescent circles fluent in her transcendent love E a r t h b o r n Susan Ashley December 20, 2018 ~~~ the Birth Of A Swan is dedicated to my beloved mother, AliceHer birthday was on the winter solstice, December 21, 1936She embodied all that is revered in the symbolism of both the swan and the winter solstice, and will always be loved, cherished and missed by those of us fortunate enough to call her mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend ~~~ *black swan night: until their discovery, it was presumed that black swans did not exist and that all swans were white; hence the expression, a black swan, referring to something impossibly fantastic, or a phenomenon that occurs even though it had been thought to be impossibleIn the context of this poem, black swan represents the unique nature of this rare night as an extreme event of good fortune* *the paper white narcissus flower is the birth flower of December and represents youthful innocence, faith and new beginnings*


Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: assonance, autumn, heartbreak, remember, sad love, summer, winter,

When Winter Comes, Remember Me

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on lush ivory sand 
If slushy fingers beckon thee, 
arise and brush aside her hand

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me 
We'll pray that Frost forsake his grays 
and set arrays of color free

Light snow may fall so subtly, 
bright notes on parchment sheer as sleet,
when Winter comesRemember me,
that I might play each shimmering sheet

Short interlope of Summer gone, 
I'm owed no scope of memory 
but hope you will, from this day on, 
when Winter comes, remember me....

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Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: death, sad love, winter,

Past the Graveyard: Rondeau

Past the graveyard deep in snow
where icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps
as memories in warmth she keeps,
all dressed in black like winter crows.

Still muted angels' trumpets blow
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
past the graveyard.

As by wrought iron fence I go
the granite gapes in pewter rows
My heart into my throat now leaps;
her mortal love in silence sleeps
in frozen ground while snowflakes blow
past the graveyard.

MID NOVEMBER PREMIERE CONTEST any theme,any form,max of 25 lines
11/14/17

This is a rewrite of my Terzanelle, "I Pass the Graveyard".


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: heart, imagination, love,

Winter

Why do I love thee?
Thee! With a heart made of ice
Hiding beneath the face of an angel
Pure and white
Crying those frosty tears 
In and effort to convince me
You didn't kill your rival
‘The beautiful vibrant Autumn’

Can I not see – you ask?
Surely it was suicide
Everyone saw her leap to her death

But! I know it was you
For I still see
Your tell-tale frost on her breast
Left When you held her in
A kiss of death

So why! Do I still love thee?
Thee! With a heart of ice

Is it because I know
You were consumed with jealousy
Wanting to be more beautiful
Than she could ever be
In the hopes of pleasing me?

    ~~~~~

A thrill – a chill runs up my spine
Autumn quickly fading from my mind
As I look at you
A glistening jewel 
That simply takes my breath away



SECOND PLACE:  Let it snow contest


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: heartbreak, lost love, passion, soulmate, true love,

Winter Blues - A Photo, Faded


So close, you were skin to my flesh,
     Marrow to my bones..
          Suffusing my being and breath
               As the elements that course through my veins.

Once, you whispered me.tender,
     That the only time you adored your own reflection
          Was when you saw it.in my eyes,
               For then.then, you were close enough..

To meWith meFor me.
     We spoke often of our intimacy..
          So near, so deep, so much as ONE,
               That we almost felt alone..

An individual spirit, solitary..
     When we met at THAT place, merged in passion..
          A sensual singularity, exquisite,
               Close as souls can or could or will ever be..

Colors blended.threads woven, enmeshed..
     A delicate tapestry of visceral emotion and desire.
          Now.I see your picture.there..
               Your life and circumstance, (and love), as it is now.

And your eyes - those amazing eyes - hold not a glint of what was..
     Thirty-five years, and you have purged me, complete.
          I stare deep - as deeply as I know - and see, in horrid grief and longing..
               A stranger.




* SECOND PLACE in the "Free Verse: Winter Blues" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor*


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: love, magic, moon, romantic, winter,

First Snow

First Snow Winter snow glistens painting our landscape white. Luna peers down from her lofty height bestowing her lovely glow as winter winds blow cold outside snow warm inside with hearth's fire aglow in loving arms of my beau. We both give thanks for this special night. Winter snow glistens painting our landscape white. November 20, 2018 ONE NEW ANDAREE POEM~3rd Place~ Sponsor Emile Pinet


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,

WINTER WIDOW



whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness


Poem Details | by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories: happiness, love, nostalgiawords,

A Winter Treasure

beneath skies of topaz flawless infinite in depth and clarity the clouds had fallen... a soft white cushion just for us laughing we lay back and made snow angels together
**for Nikko's 29 words contest 30 words in total, 29 unique words'and' is repeated once.


Poem Details | by Pace INK-U-SCRIPT |
Categories: faith, love, dream, dream,

Revitalized Love in the Fall of Winter

In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the sameRuminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the nowThoughts
prelude to other thoughts of 
thoughts emerging to 
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering 
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined 
to shed the 
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us 
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

12-11-2012


Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beautiful, emotions, feelings, imagery, love, night, winter,

We Are Complete

Nestled snug under warm covers
we watch logs burning in the fire.
And a crescendo of flames flare
whenever bold breezes aspire.

The horizon's edge spills shadows
as a dying sun sinks from sight.
And embers burst into sparks that
confetti night with specks of light.

Snowflakes blanket the trees in white
as twigs snap with a crackling sound.
And hands clasped in a soft embrace
we watch branches bend to the ground.

A shooting star unzips the sky
knowing nothing else will suffice.
And a magic moon gilds white clouds
beaming down on crystals of ice.

Twinkling stars sprinkle ebony
with glitter at the sun’s retreat.
And our love is sealed with a kiss
for together we are complete.


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: adventure, autumn, love, romance, winter,

Synaesthesia

"SYNAESTHESIA"
The Rose was burning long before she was Green The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke On his future dreams Long before she was Green The Synaesthete dreamed of him Walking barefoot through the buried Rust and rustling burnished Ochre leaves of his foggy schemes Painting a new story on torn White Canvas sheets The Synaesthete dreamed of him Munster castles and Celtic Moss, mystic hidden Caves where worms like diamonds glow Painting a new story on torn white Canvas sheets Blarney babbled over Rose, like a raging Ocean the tempest fire flowed Munster castles and Celtic Moss, mystic hidden Caves where worms like diamonds glow Irish her dark hair dripping Blood Red Heart Burnt Rose Blarney babbled over Rose, like a raging Ocean the tempest fire flowed The Synaesthete ran his fingers over Autumn’s legs, walked beside her on The Lost Untaken Forgotten Road Irish her dark hair dripping Blood Red Heart Burnt Rose The Synaesthete smiled at her as he peered into her windows The Synaesthete ran his fingers over Autumn's legs, walked beside her on The Lost Untaken Forgotten Road With Season’s palette in hand, ran his fingers knowingly over Autumn’s nose, kissed her silently, stood with her at the turning of the cold dark Cross Roads, Winter is fast approaching, they must find somewhere warm to go The Synaesthete smiled at her as he peered into her windows Frosted Emeralds twin glacial sharp edged glistening, Winter fires naked truth, Novitiate conspires to overthrow Winter is fast approaching, they must find somewhere warm to go A long forgotten lost Munster King and a burning Assassin carrying a loaded Cross Bow. (Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)
“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mysteryThere is always more mystery.” Anaïs Nin “I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reasonI am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over meAnything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let goReality doesn't impress meI only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or anotherNo more walls.” Anaïs Nin “You don't find love, it finds youIt's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.” Anaïs Nin “People living deeply have no fear of death.” Anaïs Nin "My mind's a minefieldTo traverse it and make it out in one piece is a victory I'm trying to avoidLet me load my paint gun with more colourReloading artillery now." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Art - "The Illusion of Knowledge", Ben Stack "Daybreak in a Perfect World", Ben Stack "The Mystery Deepens", Ben Stack 1http://benstack.com.au/ 2http://www.wentworthgalleries.com.au/ben-stack-art/ Style of Poem - Pantoum gone askew


Poem Details | by Sam Jameson |
Categories: kiss, love, lust, red, winter,

Red Love, Winter Lust

pink wintry sunset crimson lips rage red kisses; cherry blossoms blush March 2, 2016


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: environment, love, rain, weather, winter,

I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn


Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  


Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature

12/30/2016


My home for 36 years 


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, winter,

Winter Loving

While wisps of white come floating from the sky,
Inside our house so cozily we sit
Nearby a blazing fire, enjoying it
Throughout the twilight hours, just you and I,
Embracing silence, watching embers die.
Relentless is the snow; it will not quit!

Luxuriating in serenity,
Oblivious are we to mundane woes.
Vast as the snow, which from the heaven flows,
Is what we’ll share for an eternity.
Night Falls, but even in the dark we see,
Gloom vanishes as winter loving grows.


Written Dec27, 2016 for 
Janice Canerdy's Winter-Related Acrostic PoemPoetry Contest
Rhyme scheme abbaab cddccd with Iambic pentameter


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: love, nature, winter, love, winter,

A Recharge

In coldness of a winter night With sliver of a moon for light, I walk along the frozen way, Remembering a summer’s day. Come, come, my love, and walk with me. The wind is blowing out to sea. Seasons forever roll around. Lost summer's love, can be refound. We’ll seek the violets where they hide, The daffodil’s winter abide. The tiny snowbells showing through Are proof enough love can renew Triumphantly, one bright spring day The blossoms as a love bouquet Will cheer a winter near dried heart. Just so, a true love can restart. won a no1 in Brian's contest


Poem Details | by Madison Caldwell |
Categories: adventure, angel, art, beautiful, beauty, childhood, christian, christmas, dream, fantasy, freedom, happiness, happy, imagination, life, love, miracle, snow, winter,

Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."


Poem Details | by Steven Mossburg |
Categories: father, life, love, mother

Winter Memory

Snowflakes fell, large and wet, 
On that early morning in December
Our country home was soon enfolded
In winter's cold, white mantle

The noonday sun parted the somber clouds
With rays smiling and bright
It seemed to be saying...
"That's enough snow...for now"

Mother walked along the silent path
To where the mail was waiting
She paused for a moment and smiled
The untouched landscape, glittering white before her
Awoke the child within her heart

She began to play
Soon the beginnings of a snowman
Rested at her feet

My father watched the scene unfold
Through the bedroom window
His eyes glittered as brightly as the snow
A smile creased his face
And a chuckle escaped his lips

This picture is etched forever
In the corners of my heart
Forever I will see her there playing in the snow
Forever I will see him broadly smiling at her delight 
Forever I will see them both so completely full of joy
So full of life
So full of love.


Poem Details | by Jackie Bosworth |
Categories: inspirational, life, lost love, love, philosophyme, winter, autumn, me, winter,

The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Poem Details | by Jeff Green |
Categories: love, naturesweet, winter, summer, summer, sweet, winter,

Two seasons

As I walked beside the water, feeding ducks and skimming stones,
I was whistling to the weather and the winter wind that moans.
Dreaming dreams of summer sunshine with you walking by my side,
In a land across the ocean, on the beach above the tide.
There was snow across the treetops and the ducks were glad to feed
And the sun so weak and wat'ry that it lacked the heat we need.
But my dreams were warm and balmy filled with ocean breeze and spray;
As I walked beside the lakeside on that chilly winter's day.

As I strolled across the hilltops feeling icy winds that try
To assault the lonely walker and bring teardrops to his eye.
I was not a whit distracted from the dreams that filled my head
Of a walk in summer sunshine where a foreign sheep track lead.
With the views of snow-filled valleys like some massive Christmas card,
I was lifted to the heavens, though the climb was rather hard,
But my dreams were filled with walking on some lazy summer hills,
And the thought of you beside me was a cure for all my ills.

In the woods of winter magic, where the trunks are ghostly souls,
I was walking in the snowscape dreaming dreams of happy goals.
Of a land of forest flowers and a smell of warming pine
With my arm around a lover who has whispered that she's mine.
All the days of winter beauty fade like visions meeting dawn,
As I dream of summer sunshine when perhaps I shall be born
In a life of sweet renewal and a second chance to be
Just the sweet contented poet that I think is really me.




Poem Details | by Dina Televitskaya |
Categories: love, song-

A small corner of warmth in my winter soul


 

I can do nothing,

I am not suitable for anything.

My soul is trapped in a snow.

Yet there is a small corner of warmth

in my winter soul:

there is always the lilac

and tulips are in bloom.

The river and green forest

and the road to home are there.

All this will be until then,

while my beloved is near to me.


Poem Details | by Angel L Villanueva |
Categories: imagery, love, romance, sad love, winter,

Early Morning Frost

It’s a cold winter morning.
You awaken
As I observe silently;
Early morning frost on your window.
Ah! delightful view that I have!
You approach,
Desiring to view the white snow;
Pure cotton blankets the landscape.
Your sweet breath fogs my eyes
As I bask in delightful bliss.
Your thoughts,
I wish I could read them.
The warmth of your body, so close;
Allow me to hold you but for a moment,
And it will seem an eternity.
Serenity is on your face,
Smiling, as a finger traces your lips.
What are your thoughts?
Is it the one you love?
The wind lashes at the window,
And you notice the morning frost;
Your fingers caress me softly,
Gently wiping me away.
The early morning frost is gone,
And you return to sleep.


Poem Details | by Mike Samford |
Categories: lost love, me, winter, snow, leaving, me, snow, time, winter,

Songbird's Song

My mind freezes as a birdbath
on a chill winter night,
It cracks like glass, soon dissolves
in sun-drenching midday light.
A thought of my winter parting
completely clouds my sight,
Like morning-frosted window's veil
gives an obstructed view,
I can't hear songbirds in winter
or feel me without you.

Freezing wind blows mournfully
through our lives without regard
for time lost, love's tender touch
or beatings of one's heart.
Cold and chill of midwinter
render leaving slow to start.
Anguished hearts as whipping snow
color life hard to see.
Songbirds fly late fall,
winter will be time to die for me.

I can feel a snow before it falls.
I smell it as in a breeze.
I know the North wind blows
after a turning of loose leaves.
Like slow leaving of songbirds,
a tossing of dead weeds,
I sense well signs of winter;
she seeks her strength this year.
When snow is gone, flowers bloom,
please shed for me a tear.

Place my grave atop our hill
on a shaded plot of ground.
Do not cry for me my dear
until springtime rolls around.
Songbirds will sing me hymns
as springs sweetest sound.
A fortunate man I have been
to have loved you for so long,
Remember, I still love you
as you hear a songbird's song.


Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: love, romance

Winter Turns Her Face

frozen river sleeps

man's desires go unbidden

winter turns her face

 

(January 21, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: life, love, relationship, winter, love,

Winter Hands

A man’s chilled hands In the depths of darkness... Candle is shining
She approaches him, warming him up inside by holding him close to herShe tells him, “My love for you is stronger than the winter; no frigid air will hold you down and make you weak.” He smiled at her and simply replied, “I know our love is stronger than the freezing days of winter, we can exist in a higher plane and still be warm throughoutWe just need to be in close proximity to physically be warm together.” With this she held his hands and he warmed up to be at her level of fire burning inside her.
She warmed his hands Sure melted all the ice off... Candle illumines
Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Mix It Up" contest 1/13/2013