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Evil Winter Poems | Evil Poems About Winter

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Details | Light Poetry | |

Rise, Die, Shine

Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die 
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and 
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time 
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.

Copyright © yesica lantigua | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet | |

Love in the Time of WInter-

In an icen forest ,
inside a crystal grave,
beneath the ancient snowy trees,
a tiny fairy lays.
In frosted air above her,
brushing wings with glassine leaves,
snowflakes dust the branches,
as all faerie-kind does grieve.
For a summer fae was never meant
in wintertime to bide,
the northern King,thought love would be,
enough to warm his bride.
But the King’s brother did wish her heart to claim,
and when she did not turn,
he poisoned her with holly,
and left her with frost burn.
But justice is not lacking,
for the evil deed was seen,
a sprite was in the window,
but could not save the Queen.
The King’s brother we see frozen,
hung now from diamond thread,
he thought to win the Queen her love,
but now has lost his head.
So now forever sits the King ,
in the winter land of Fae,
to never love another ,
from the land of Summer’s Day.

Copyright © Jeanette Woods | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Fate

Winter never surrenders,
It ploughs through the soul
And freezes the people.
For all time its fierce fangs
Inject bitter venom 
Into its victims.
Some fall prey of a sudden
Trapped beneath the surface 
Of the ice. Others fall asleep,
Unable to fight any longer.
Still some brave the bite 
For the sake of others
In order to help them
Safely return to spring.
Spring endures, 
But winter conquers, 
Such is life they say, 
Though they wish
It differently.

Copyright © Mary-Catherine S. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

OLD MAN WINTER IS ON HIS WAY

THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF WINTER, IS A SIGN, 
OF WHAT OLD MAN WINTER, HAS IN MIND. 
OLD MAN WINTER IS UNBELIEVABLY KEEN, 
CHECK OUT HIS HISTORY TO SEE WHAT I MEAN. 
HE SETS US UP TO THINK ALL IS WELL. 
THEN UNLEASHES A BLIZZARD FROM HELL. 
WE SHOVEL THE SNOW AND CLEAR THE STREETS. 
AFTER A DAY HE DUMPS THREE MORE FEET. 
HE WILL MAKE IT SNOW FOR A VERY WHITE CHRISTMAS. 
IN HIS OWN WORDS "YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS"
HE DELIVERS JOY FOR THE SNOWBOARDER TYPE, 
BUT AT 12,000 FEET IT'S A FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE.
BACK IN THE CITY IT'S FREEZING COLD, 
QUITE THE HAZARD, FOR THE WEAK AND THE OLD. 
JUST OFF THE LAKE , IT WAS FORTY BELOW. 
EFFECTS OF THE WINDCHILL OR SO WE ARE TOLD. 
DOWN FROM THE NORTH AND ACROSS THE PLAINS, 
WHITEOUT CONDITIONS ARE PURELY INSANE. 
OLD MAN WINTER LOVES FREEZING RAIN. 
IT'S HIS WAY OF INFLICTING PAIN. 
FROM TIME TO TIME WE JUST DON'T KNOW, 
WHAT IS MEANT BY COLD WET SNOW. 
JUST FOR KICKS HE LIKES TO TAKE DOWN TREES, 
BY FREEZING RAIN AND ASSERTING A BREEZE. 
NEVER, NEVER, CALL OLD MAN WINTER A BITCH. 
YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF, OFF THE ROAD IN A DITCH.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016