Alliteration Winter Poems | Alliteration Poems About Winter
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wind whips the weeping willow
a wolf rests deep within
watching snowflakes waltzing
Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...
Soft silky and smooth on your skin...
Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...
Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...
Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...
Fingertips flit freely across your arm...
Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...
Spinning tops twiling tenderly....
Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...
Softly calling quietly,
I love you!
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
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
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.