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Details | Alliteration | |

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

~*~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad | |

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 bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, 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
“...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed

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

Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the 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 and dreams in darkness groan 
.........where shades and dreams in 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
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling 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

“I miss you too, my darling Beth”
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
	
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, 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



inspired by ~fc~

DEFINITIONS
Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quintain (English) | |

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

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

The Task

The old screen door still welcomes me
as if recalling days before...
But after this...who'll pass this way?….
Will they use the rug and wipe their feet?
Erase away the grime and sleet?
 .....Or will they even care?
I feel my pulse and lungs collide
then, take a breath...and step inside

She had lived alone, the last to go
one somber dawn, in the old brownstone
No other sign her time was near
Then silently, without fanfare....
death tiptoed in on hard wood floors
and took more than a glimpse of her

I've been asked to come, to clear the house
to organize, and set it right…
This all seems wrong…. 
to trespass on the throne of  life
that was softly lived, behind the gate
where thirsty roses bloom, and wait…

I hesitate….
to disturb the lace on drop leaf tables…
Disgrace the quiet of the gloom
open drawers, snoop and sort, ….a pruning, 
of the good, the used, from worn and torn
My hands are able, but my heart declines..
what isn’t mine, to toss, to find, to mark, and label…

Echoes of her old straw broom
still follow me through every room, 
While dust motes in the window light
are like glitter in the afternoon…

Where is the charm that used to be
where cozy logs had offered light
keeping the long nights warm?

Whirling sounds are in the air 
like whispered breaths of weaving looms
Treadled sounds from sewing hems.
are mimicked by the whistling wind
that rattle windows, shaking blooms
on this somber winter afternoon

There are questions I want to ask
tho’ I can’t recall just what they were
No matter now….with no one here
I must be focused….on my task…
I must keep sorting until I'm done…

And now, …as doors of dark close in
I see, somehow, that fate has planned….
I am glad that I, with my two hands…
have witnessed with a smile within,
this cherished life, until the end

Within four walls, I hold it all
and now I know, what mattered most
Her life is held in loving hands

I stand here in the halls of night
content, I'll leave without regret
companioned by a day well spent…

                    I've been within …her company
     


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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Eternal Winter


Eternal Winter

As you stand in that lonely field,
snow falling in drifted memories,
chilled winds collecting in the corners of your mind,
footprints leading neither here nor there
in wandering dance steps
to a sorrowed tune

hearing monochrome clouds whisper
words in echoes of torment
that never seem to end,
lingering somewhere in the past,
on this cold December morning
when the day feels as if it is your last.

Know that as you gaze to the heavens,
leaving frozen teardrops scattered
on the stark white landscape,
this warmth you feel wrapping 
tenderly around your shoulders,
caressing your heart in springtime promises is me.

Floating on a tiny snowflake 
amidst the many crystalline forms,
yet glistening brighter,
finding you, touching you, 
loving you, on even the coldest days
of this eternal winter

Happy first day of winter

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatern | |

When Winter Comes, Remember Me

==============================

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

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me. 
Then frost just may forsake her grays 
and set hushed rays of color free. 

Light snow may fall so subtly, 
pale notes on parchment sheer as sleet, 
when Winter comes. Remember me
and I shall play each shivering sheet. 

July's abundant harvest gone, 
I'm owed no Summer memory 
but hope you will, from this day on, 
when Winter comes, remember me....

==============================

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification | |

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

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009

Details | ABC | |

In A Winter Wonderland - For Constance

Against a backdrop of virgin white snow
Beauty stands surveying her winter wonderland
Constance watches crystalised tears do fall
Down they come kissing her face
Each snowflake a kiss from my lips
Forget for a moment any sad thoughts
God’s angels are around you let your love shine
Hide not such beauty from the world of love
Inside you there is a beauty abounding
Just watch the snow fall and your heart is light
Kill me softly with the serenade from your heart
Leave our dreams of love in a winter wonderland 

(Precious Dreams Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Winter's Dreams

Icy winter storms swirl
within the clouded night,
wailing winds howl,
gales rage, and slushy sleet 
freezes the ground.

When will the dawn turn red?

Chances you'll never know
as you're snuggled cosily
under thick downy quilts and covers,
dreaming the crystalline snows away.

You cuddle snugly up towards me
stealing my warmth away.
I feel such euphoric happiness,
your closeness a comfortable bliss.
Soon sleep claims our consciousness.
Do you dream pleasantly of me?
Or is your mind on something else?

Yet I will not relinquish easily
the intense fantasies of our love
that ages like a vintage wine,
the colors that enrich our existence,
the passion that enhance our being,
the memories that make us what we are.

That is the picture in my mind:
I will never give it up.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

No more icicles



Sitting on this roof, seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows finding frosted panes in abstract happiness, as winter’s wind howls about my face Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones, (What’s so wonderful about it - this time of year?) Shingles damp and slippery, still I hold on for dear life Fingers numb but clinging, for without my seated sadness on this peak above chimney ash watching streams finding the edge how else would those muddied tear drop icicles form? - Then I hear it on shivering vibrations A voice from - out there - somewhere A shadow beneath a flickering street light Footprints in circles about the square Moving in my direction My silhouette on white cloud shimmies A little to the side, for a better view Wings - it has - she has wings I blink a frozen eyelash - she is sitting next to me A warm, feathery quilted wing about my shoulders Chilled cheeks burn as I smile and my heart melts as she whispers to me
“No more icicles”

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Towards a Love Meeting

We walk, hand in hand, 
careful of the ice covered paths.

The sun hidden by dark clouds
Heavy with cold rain.
The vanishing verdant leaves
Of barren trees offer no shelter, 
As crystal icicles hang from branches aloft.

Occasionally we stop and kiss,
Like hungry bees sucking nectar,
Capture a moment of total happiness.
Give love a chance to increase
Until dusk engulfs the wintry woods.
Birds fall silent as they seek shelter.

All around is dreary and forlorn.
Yet we are happy and feel elated.
We repair to our tryst for a hot cocoa
And a night of perfect peaceful rest.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

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.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Revitalized Love in the Fall of Winter

In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
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

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

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.

Copyright © Steven Mossburg | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain | |

We Are Complete

Nestled snug under warm covers,
we watch logs burning in the fire.
And a crescendo of flames flares,
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 the 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.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

Red Love, Winter Lust

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

Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

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."

Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

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 no. 1 in Brian's contest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

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

Copyright © Jackie Bosworth | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme | |

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.



Copyright © Jeff Green | Year Posted 2009

Details | Acrostic | |

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 Dec. 27, 2016 for 
Janice Canerdy's Winter-Related Acrostic PoemPoetry Contest
Rhyme scheme abbaab cddccd with Iambic pentameter

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Winter Love

Bones creak with winters chill,
sledge trails cover the sparkling snow,
rushing like the wind in a barren landscape
towards a bleak lonely village far below
shimmering amongst the dark stately pines.
A teak grey sky domes over petrified trees.
Skiing hard, feeling an exhilarating allure,
hypnotic and unfettered despite the chill
as the cold breeze blows and moans into my face.
 
From afar a church bell tolls the end of day,
grey smoke twirls out of black chimneys.
There in a homely cottage you await,
a thick soup spreads its hot fragrances,
and thick slices of hot French bread
awaits my empty stomach.  I hunger.
Oh yes, I hunger for tasty soup and more.
I speed up for nothing can stop me now
savouring the thought of you waiting in a snug bed
and dreaming of me and a warm sun-kissed beach.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Walk with me neath falling snow


Walk with me neath falling snow As my heart does plead your name in amongst the shivered calls Crystalline of flowing climb, snow of winter’s fingers falls Footprints on a path of white, longing but to find their way To your love this eve I seek in the place they long to stay Faintly moonbeam’s whispered light illuminates the heaven’s form Tiny crystal coated skies gently sway this winter storm Through the branches evergreen, shadows dance in wishes soft On this evening filled with dreams, clouds of silver waft aloft Eyes now search the twilight bliss, past the gates of iron glaze For the love within your smile, here to quell my lonely days Take my hand midst drifting sighs strolling in this shimmered sight Kiss me now my precious one, as I hold you close this night Out here in this evening chill as our hearts once more do glow Wrapped within my arms so warm, walk with me neath falling snow Good night Soupers

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric | |

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.

Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007

Details | Verse | |

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 her. She 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 throughout. We 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

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

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

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet | |

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 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Winter of deception

The eddy pulls hard against my torso
panic rises and surfaces, my vsion starts to zigzag
I swim harder in the strong currents of confusion

How did my life become a battle
My father once seemed to love all his children
Now where is the love?
We have to be the dictator to prevent suicide/murder
Begrudgingly he submits to the will of the family
Unforgiving, ungrateful, rebellious
time has the last laugh, my son shouts
I hate you, I never loved you, you are so mean!!
My father shouts, you don't love me, you just want my stuff
You are so selfish!
Tears fall....A heart breaks!

Will this trial end?

Mother says, my daughter has not been to see me in so long, I want to see my baby.
Mom I am here, I was here yesterday! I brought you food! don't you remember?

Life cycles around the eddy, swirls and swirls with no end...

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme | |

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.

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007

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WHERE EVERY FOOTSTEP CRACKS

WHERE EVERY FOOTSTEP CRACKS

Walking on ice, where every footstep cracks
Frozen toes in socks that once were warm
Every snowflake on my frigid curls stack

I never meant to do anyone any harm
Every step I take, my disappearing feet
Frozen toes in socks that once were warm

I tried to speak, to see your face, to meet
Your eyes, with contempt still lingering in
Every step I take, my disappearing feet

If I will leave for good, will you please begin
Please understand, my love will not forget
Your eyes, with contempt still lingering in

So desperate my love, I wish we never met
I choose this freezing cold over frozen glance
Please understand, my love will not forget

If I sink deep, perform my final dance
Walking on ice, where every footstep cracks
I choose this freezing cold over frozen glance
Every snowflake on my frigid curls stack

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December 30, 2016

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016