Grave Snow Poems

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Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013




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       I wrote my name in snow,
         the snow that lay upon your grave;
Oh, my darling, I have become death's slave,
      your engraved name aglow-

       Calls me in the darkness,
         and in my dream I come walking;
is that you who whispers my name talking,
      in this cold vast starkness-

      I need to turn away,
         time for me to put out this flame;
oh, my darling please stop calling my name,
      let me start a new day-

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March 3, 2017

Rhyme/I Wrote My Name
Copyright Protected, ID 881647

Entered in the contest, Best Rhyming Poem 3
Sponsor John Hamilton

Third Place

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Entered in the contest, Poem Written In March 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place
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Entered in the contest, Now For Something Different
Sponsor, John Lawless, 

NA

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
I exhale and i see my breath. Cold air enters my lung's, and fills my chest. Snow falls 
down and lands on my nose. I can feel the darkness, and the night is so cold.
   Up through the snow drift the thorns pierce the night, the ground hidden by snow, 
the winter hides it's life. Tree's are silent as i pass by. The stars blanket the back 
drop, a cold breeze will fly. As i walk over the frozen ground, I'll complete the 
silence, and I'll withold my sound.
   A winterly murder, how the night seem's so dead. A suicidal silence, a frozen 
death bed. I find a soft spot next to a snow angels grave, remnants of a smile, 
proof of the day. The paw prints of life that once searched for food, lays me back, 
and set's the mood. As the moon's beam lights up my dream's, my blanket of white, 
is now a light blue cream.
   The ice that dangles from a tree's limbs, glistens and sparkles, then flickers and 
dims. My thoughts continue as i watch the ice cry, dripping down to the ground, 
followed by the relief of a sigh. As i roll my head to the right i notice the winter owl, 
he gives me a wink, and presents to me a scowl. His wings then open up, and the 
breeze helps his flight, as he then fades away, into the cold dark night. I roll my 
head slowly to the left, enhaling a chilled poisonous breath. My eye's then grow 
wide as i watch the snowflake's die.
   The death of a snowflake is sinfully sweet. It's a very long journey for a children's 
treat. I wonder how the night can be so gentle , when the cold is so sharp, now i 
can hear the gentle sypmhony, of my snow angel's harp. I'll never complain, 
because it helps me to sleep, now this deadly night air, is all mine to keep.
   As i drift away, i take one more deep breath, because now the snow angels gone, 
I'm the only one left. Peaceful.....painful.....soft, innocent night. As my eye's start to 
close, in enters the night

Copyright © mark lupatsky | Year Posted 2011