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Alliteration Winter Poems | Alliteration Poems About Winter

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SCINTILLATING SNOWFLAKES

Wintry white wisps wondrously whirl Soft sparkling snowflakes silently swirl Coolly carpeting countrysides carefully Dazzling diamonds dancing delightfully 28th December 2014


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Respite from the storm

wind whips the weeping willow
a wolf rests deep within 
watching snowflakes waltzing


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You

Smile...

Dream...

Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...

Soft silky and smooth on your skin...

Smile....

Dream...

Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...

Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...

Smile...

Dream...

Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...

Fingertips flit freely across your arm...

Smile...

Dream...

Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...

Spinning tops twiling tenderly....

Smile....

Dream....

Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...

Softly calling quietly,

I love you!


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the night

slowly suddenly and then without warning it crosses us and blankets our world it turns the stunning orb into a hollow sphere dull and dead and nothing is seen just bleak dark black its there its lasting the silence never to end

the day slows to a standstill and goes backward
the noises about come to a close
the shades begin to venture
the bleak blacks cross the clouds
the sky is blanketed and choked out
the sun has fled
the day has left
the night is here
the silence is everywhere


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The Icy Remembrance Of The Northern Hills

I’m still in the memories of the frost of twelve
I always think how amazing your ideas are
With your wonderful smile 
you can heal all my scars
You are my angle with angle eyes 
and those angle lips I love to kiss
I’ve never seen a liaison like this
A girl like me and a guy like you
The night of cold winter when you 
hugged me in the blanket so tight
It felt so complete and so right
I felt the warmth of your body 
and this beautiful relation
I wish to give you the same 
warmth the same affection
I looked at the hills intently 
from the balcony of our hotel room
I was seeing the plants and the shrubs bloom
That frizzy morning I got up early
 scanning your face all over
Don’t ask me why? I have no answer
Baby, do you remember the night 
we walked through the dark place
I was holding your hand 
and in the dim moonlight I could see your face
Now the wintry memories will
always stay with me at any pace


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Tune of the nightingale

Tune of the nightingale

Lyricism illuminated as you lumbered,
it was in your locks beneath lamplight,
a lilting ambulation, a melody elongated.

With a veil of longing, filling
in the solitude of a bramble
a chill, snow fell. Flawless

I thought, I of the nightingale
listened to the melancholy loneliness
with a wistful smile, a soul’s duel. 

Knowledge of my own inabilities 
of love’s deliberations. Liberation
flew on philosophy, to be or not
or not echoed blindly in the flurry.
Recollections nestled in a swirling trail.


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WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

     WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

 In this, the death prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.

Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled midnight hour;
while in the twilight of the eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle the time away: constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of warming scenes.

With a bloody but unbowed head, let not our world wallow wearily
in the mirage of winter’s defeat; nor allow her frigid blast
to shatter the bruised reed of hope or out the burning wick of love.

Let us stare adversity in the eye, rekindling the spirit of unity;
let us refashion the crumbled, rejected stones of our moral society;
we building a new and better world where we hold it to be self evident:
peace---perfect peace, is the dominant ethos of our recaptured humanity.