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Details | Free verse |

Snowflakes

Sunlight glistens off crystal snowflakes
As they float and flutter through the sky
Like butterflies in their freedom of flight,
Never knowing where they might alight.
They leave us awestruck as they join
Together turning the landscape white.

Closer view reveals no two are alike.
In this way, we as tender human beings 
Have much in common with snowflakes.
We treasure our freedom, we are each unique,
And there is much beauty as we unite as an
All encompassing gift to each other 
Bonded by the strength of coming together.

Winter is a time of rest and rejuvenation,
A time to prepare for rebirth in the coming spring
As the first bulbs push their way through the 
Snow covered ground, slowly rising up in 
A blaze of glorious colors, exalting spring hope.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Poem of the Day February 25, 2017

Thank you Poetry Soup Team!


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


Details | Rhyme |

I Saw a Sundrop: Constanza

I saw a sundrop in a field,
a daffodil to be exact,
stand brave upon the snow-filled tract.

In blighting cold it would not yield;
long since its fellows disappeared
to that one spot it still adhered,

though flurries did the winter wield.
The autumn did its namesakes in
before the hoarfrost could begin

and slicing gusts now unconcealed,
with falling rain becoming snow.
The way of death it would not go

as though behind a covert shield
that kept its sunlit attitude
when sleet unto the land ensued.

I saw a sundrop in the field,
in blighting cold it would not yield,
though flurries did the winter wield
and slicing gusts now unconcealed,
as though behind a covert shield.


Constanza
11/15/17

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

The Wisdom of Winter

The Wisdom Of Winter Oh the memories of Spring much more the sweeter grow, when you are at Autumn’s end and faced with Winter’s snow. Oh the new and budding things that make for Spring’s delight, fast mature in Summer’s day to fade in Autumn’s night. Oh that it was Spring again, life pulsating anew; hope dancing in its gentle breeze and promise in its dew! Oh that it was Spring again, I’d more the wiser be, and linger longer on its path of sweet simplicity! But one cannot be wise in Spring for it’s a time to dream; and only Winter sees the truth of every season’s scheme. Sandra M. Haight ~2nd Place~ Premiere Contest: Contest No. 242 Sponsor: Brian Strand Judged: 11/28/2016 ~2nd Place~ Contest: Resignation Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Judged: 10/11/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


Details | Triolet |

A Winter's Night

A Winter’s Night

This winter’s night is cold and bright;
frozen air brings fresh fallen snow.
It reflects now God’s true starlight!
This winter’s night is cold and bright;
a brilliant scene, this dark cold night!
Mother Nature smiles, now aglow!
This winter’s night is cold and bright;
frozen air brings fresh fallen snow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 19, 2015 (Triolet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

I Sleep In Cold

While sun wakes worn down grass
     And grazes gentle slopes
I sleep

While winter fights with spring
     small dormant roots awake
I sleep

Below I live in lethargy
     crawl in search of air
through cold

I lived in summer's smile
     was fed through tubes
or roots

Grow this sprout once more
     entangle frigid stems
arouse me

***

August 6, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Winter Star

Winter star,

   so frozen where you are;

   in some glazed galaxy,

   how far is your lofty eminence?

Shine you will,

   in your celestial world,

   perhaps your rays more ancient

   than Earth's first darkling crib;

Where once none had been.....

No earthly eye to behold thy majesty;

   shearing darkness 'til what final wall?

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Kyrielle |

So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
 
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
                                                               
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”


The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Alliteration |

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!

Copyright © Desvin Umberger | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

RICH HARVEST, LONG WINTER - ALOUETTE

RICH HARVEST,  LONG WINTER  - ALOUETTE



Summer’s green near shut  -
Held ajar by glut. 
Overgenerous rewards
On the groaning ground  -
Spilling o’er with round,
Bursting butter-beans in gourds.

Now is winter’s brown  -
The piled logs run down.
Drifting dead, the months prolong,
Freeze all thought of yields :
Cold minds whiten fields.
Till springs door open   -  too long.



2nd  September   2014

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Longing for spring

waiting scents of spring                                                                                             trek from long winter silence                                                                                            fawning sounds river deer                                                                                     -  Note  In a breathe this is not 5-7-5 but best I could do to get the double metaphors  flowers fawns  birth and sounds of frogs croaking- kajika frog

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

SNOWFALL

SNOWFALL The sweet tasting chill of winter’s wishful dreams glaze in silence distant rippling streams waken to gray crystal glow first act - windblown show descending SNOW blanketing beneath downy throw memories of what we know entombed in ivory’s dark extremes for life is fleeting and death not all it seems 2/9/2015 submitted to – An Invented Form – Help Me Name It – Poetry Contest sponsor – Andrea Dietrich Possible name for form Hell’s Hourglass

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |

Our Winter Love

Our Winter Love

We walk sweetly on the fresh snow,
this sunlit morn all bright and white; 
making snowballs as we now go.
We walk sweetly on the fresh snow.
Nature’s snow makes our love now grow!
Our love’s alchemic and so right!
We walk sweetly on the fresh snow,
this sunlit morn all bright and white! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 19, 2015 (Triolet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Graffity

Immortality,
youth`s luminous graffiti,
drawn on winter`s wall.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dodoitsu |

SNOW JOKE - for Dodoitsu contest

Snow Joke - dodoitsu


Demon clouds ride icy winds,
cold unfeeling harbingers,
blowing dead the flames of warmth’s
wingless snow angels.



11/5/2015

submitted to – Winter Dodoitsu – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Heather Ober

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Snowflakes

a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Crystalline |

Frozen in Crystalline - Number 2

Frozen in Crystalline – Number 2


Cold light, held above the vacant bench,
iced tribute to love’s passioned warmth.


11/21/2014

submitted to Frozen in Crystalline – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Free Reign

Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as space floats up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter's full-blowing opera.

Some approach
briefly sway
bowing
bouncing isolative moments,
absorbed into white water wind,
incarnate grace of laced exquisite space.

Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
coincidental adventive play,
compassion mating breath 
and blood-flow beat.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Dreams Still Grow


Oh, once I felt the warmth of balmy Spring,
Breathed deep the scent of blossoms, fresh and pure.
I thrilled to sounds of songbirds in the air,
While sprouting blades of tender grass appeared.
     Upon the dew, my seeds of hope were cast,
     And dreams grew in the magic days of Spring.

But now I feel the cold of Winter's snow,
The scent of blossoms turned to musty dust.
The chant of restless wind now fills my ears;
Green tender grass, long grown, has gone to seed.
     Yet hopes lie buried deep in icy frost,
     And bright, new dreams emerge to grow in snow.


Sandra M. Haight

~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 234
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/06/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cinquain |

Ghost of the Winter Morn

Fog
heavy , dense
slow silent creep
chilled to the bone
Vapor

Copyright © Ann Roske | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

FALSE WARRIOR

False Warrior


Cold spear of winter’s harbinger
pierces the heart of summer
leaving her wounded beauty
bleeding out upon the landscape.

Autumn – cruel mercenary force
despoiling the scent of bounty
laying rot the un-ripened hope
denuding the cloaked forest,

Driving color from the stalks
into the shriveling roots
unable to withstand
frost’s crippling grip.

Marching under grey skied guidons
trampling the browning fields
mocking the heraldic false pride
of rainbow colored foliage.

Pawn – sacrificed by Winter’s greed
drawn into the icy depth of loss
duped by the beauty of the battle
to expire on the winds of change.



John G. Lawless
10/16/2015

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

Coffee Shop v2

Prefece:
You're sitting alone at the bar of the coffee shop and you've got the usual.
black decaf latte, today's newspaper, and that pen that smears blue ink.
It’s the same every night, that's why you come back. Monotony is relief.
The only move you've made in what seems like hours was to refill your drink.



Coffee Shop:

You stare at the latte like you’re about to open a gift.
Lifting the cup high, your lips sip the heavy cream.
Tired eyes watch the frosted window and the drift
that carries the uninvited snow effortlessly past you.

The room behind you is burning loud with conversation;
The same arguments, theories, solutions
It's a sickness stuck in the same old rotation.
Like hopeless addicts, they fiend for absolution

There’s talk of Plato’s cave that shrouds enlightenment.
Others discuss Gandhi’s hidden path to the same effect.
They repeat wise men’s words in circles they invent,
leaving what’s more than a hint of ignorance to detect

The sun sets and you're blinded by a glare as you look to the skyline,
the light glows as it sits atop the trees; you look down with a sigh.
Through the window you catch the eyes of a battered man, the look of isolation and despair intertwined.
The man’s face, streaming with tears, tells a story of one too many goodbyes.

What difference does this man make, which he is or what he needs?
You’ve seen it all before; a different movie, the same old theme.
Plus, the tilt of his head and pain in his eyes speak for him of his own misdeeds
Your stare stays locked as you say out loud, “things are always what they seem.”

You have a heavy feeling bring a question that stays planted in your mind
You wonder now if you walk the very path that hollowed this man's eyes.
The thought turns into voices, the words they say are all entwined.
Getting louder now, the more you try to block them out, the more they intensify.


-Jackson Kilgrow
rantedtirades.blogspot.com

Copyright © Jackson Kilgrow | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

Snow Forts

Let us go my friend
into the white, soft pillows of snow
that sits undisturbed in the yard.
I'll grab the shovels
and you grab the buckets my friend
and we shall build a snow fort,
that'd be the envy of the neighborhood.
Let's go my friend,
I'll build the walls,
you build the towers,
and we shall put the flag up together.
Come now,
go here and I'll go here.
Make snowballs the size of our hearts,
and I'll storm the fort,
and you shall protect it.
Come now my friend,
if I shall win,
then this little snow fort,
shall become a snow fort of love.

.2.13.2014.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

Copyright © Deanna Schaub | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

Winter's White Wedding

She descends from a summit vestibule on powder fine as cotton down this day of days in porcelain chiffon and tulle. The winter firs in frost echo the way her snowflake peau de soie in frozen jewel cascades like waterfalls of ice. Tears weigh the same as beaded pearls and just as cool; they glisten in her bodice. The light plays from a ghost sun inside them as in pools of diamonds. She glides in mist-white sleigh down slopes of eider, the cold glitter fools even the nearest celebrant and strays from hearts of men for she's just as cruel as flood or famine on Winter's first day.

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

rippling


rippling

chipped off
the rock of time
a lone pebble pierces 
the soft water of life’s dreams

ripples of hope
spread across the pond
of blurred reality—
ripples bouncing
and dissipating—
curved banks confining
efforts of freedom

in the dying sunlight
of escape
we’ve become
like human truffles
hiding beneath the floor
of mother earth

in the diming twilight
above humanoid jackals
freely roam—
preying at will:

at the crossroads 
of change
fading ripples
await the coming freeze.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016