Best February Poems
The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces
Slowly more brightness toward longer days
A new light is born across a white landscape
With its beauty and bliss a squirrel in a pine tree
Thoughts and reflections how beautiful it is
04.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Winter whitewashes Autumn's decay,
and yet, you hope that Spring will soon show.
But, as snowflakes bury Fall's array,
depression deepens with each fresh snow.
Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay;
stand exposed, chiseled by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in statuary grey,
outstretched fingers of bare branches freeze.
A brisk breeze wrestles your breath away,
in the grip of an unyielding cold.
And muting the sound of children's play,
melancholy thoughts firmly take hold.
A stormy day causes nerves to fray,
as doldrums brood within shadows cast.
And folks speculate on Spring's delay,
damping hopes that this weather won't last.
Purple and scarlet ink the sun's rays,
and yet, sunset chills you to the bone.
For as twilight dims on dreary days,
you feel depressed, shut in, and alone.
Fierce am I, and fearless
Challenging the shades of winter
Taunting its dreaded demise
Mocking the shadow's prognostication
Tickling the timid hearts
Of somnambulant lovers
Arising to a chilling challenge
I stand the guardian of March’s madness
Exacting a toll on all who pass
For I am February
And I hold no heart
But yours
I hate the cold weather, whether to say the least,
the cold weather hates me, i slipped and fell last week,
plus the warm weather's better, i'd rather sweat than freeze,
put the ice in my drinks not in my socks and sleeves,
the reason i feel this way, stems from two things,
maybe i'm a fall guy, with wants to see some leaves,
or i just miss the summer days with vitamin ray beams,
either reason or way my thoughts remain oblique,
because i hate the cold weather and cold weather hates me.
When February feels like May
And skies are blue instead of gray,
We flock outdoors, but do not know
Which way our clothing needs to go.
Winter jacket? Much too warm;
Lots of beads of sweat will form.
Sweater? Sweatshirt? Poncho? Fleece?
Doubts won’t let me leave in peace.
Short-sleeved shirt and if I do,
Does that mean I’ll get the flu?
Tights or socks or do I dare
Go out with feet and toesies bare?
I’m obsessing, I admit.
There are reasons, though, for it.
Temps today are just a tease
For tomorrow we will freeze.
Sunlight scampers between
the twigs of naked trees.
And a web of shadows,
dance with each feisty breeze.
A sullied sun shimmers,
like cheap carnival glass.
And yet, this fickle Sun's
too weak for blades of grass.
Snow accumulates on
branches that almost break.
And bend low to the ground:
with the weight of each flake.
Sugar maple sap stalls:
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen stop melting:
frozen in Winter's grip.
Spring's not on stage, quite yet,
She's waiting in the wings.
And yet, I can feel Her
tugging on my heartstrings.
This Beautiful
close your eyes now and dream of lands
we'll build our future upon those sands
open your ears now and let me whisper
let me tell you how we'll get there
hold my hand now and feel so safe
we'll be flying high above everyone else
rest your head now on my shoulder
even when we stop this feeling's not over
until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful
open your heart now and let love inside
see what i see looking into your eyes
wrap your arms around and hold on tight
that feeling of you too much to embrace
open your eyes now awake to your sunrise
you are my day and my sweet night
close your eyes now and where they met
we will grow old underneath your sunset
until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful
no matter where we end
we'll have found the kingdom
that place inside your heart
that place we've dreamed of...
until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful
Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour into first night’s cycle
of unpredictable moves, reigning like
a prince-in-waiting, this heir
from brazen garnet stars:
Oh, his vision is light years ahead of time;
breaking from clasps of tradition,
his maverick streaks defy life's norms
and while he dives into a crest of independence,
fool he is for needing warmth and affection.
Yet,a blend of hermit's pride and gentleness
dares the element of air to brew a storm,
then romances the lusty sea of love in a flash...
pray tell, how can one define a mystery?
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Brian Strand's Contest No 214
Falling snowflakes like delicate lace, and
Every tree is draped in pure white
Beyond my window pane . . .
Relentlessly drop these gifts from God
Utterly beautiful this time of year . . .
And the wind wails like violins, with the
Rhapsody of chirping birds
Yellow, in a snow covered tree
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August 8, 2015
Poetry/Acrostic/February
Copyright Protected, ID 08-698-413-08
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
(My birthday - February 1)
For the Premier contest, Birthday Month Acrostic
Sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 2015
Third Place
Driving to my job one February day,
Watching how the sky made everything seem gray.
I felt a little glum and uninspired.
Sunshine and verdant springtime I desired.
A shaft of light appeared from overhead.
It was as if my thoughts were being read!
Mesmerized, I gazed at the brilliant white.
Tinged with gold, it flooded sky with light.
I drove on, but a new thought filled my mind.
My happy spring would not be far behind.
Written 2/2/13 for Seren Roberts' Shaft of Light Contest
words left unsaid
drift upon the east wind-
freeze in my heart
It amazes me
They say all men were created equally
But that’s denied throughout history
Theirs starts with constitutions revolutions and bravery
They tell us ours is gangs chains and slavery
It’s pretentious
And I’m offended
You started the race just so you could win it
And they did…well they did
Until we realized that an eagle can’t be judge by its ability to be a pig
False metrics
A ruler being held by media outlets rendering our image helpless
They narrate that our great minds are bipolar, out of order or just selfish
Encourage us to swallow your dreams
Beat our women , eat our young and wash it down with the tiniest sips from their revenue stream
And we say nah
Trick no good
Ms Maya Angelo knew
Sojourner too cause Rosa didn’t move so Mlk can spread the truth
I’m not the smartest man on earth but if I wanna change how history looks
The first thing ima change is what’s explained in our history…books
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Here’s the plan it’s no secret raise your hand and give the answer I agree with
Concentration of Indoctrination now we consider him a genius
Don’t let him look into why Malcolm X wanted to separate
Keep him chasing his tail in circles as we continue to legislate
Tell the only ones that’s special are the ones that did something first
Ignore the names of those that change what was broke but now works
You know what’ll really knock ‘em out of competition?!
Tell ‘em their role models are ball players and musicians
Let’s assassinate all they’re leaders and complain they’re all directionless
Police Kill off they’re strong men n women even though they are weaponless
But keep the freaks in the sheets cuz they women are the sexiest
Add dope to their communities break down the family structure
So it’s really sister Vs sister and brother Vs brother
Father out the home is more pressure for the mother
Strong and independent makes her think a pb and j can be jelly without peanut butter
So what makes you think I want a calendar with 28 days
With 28 names
Of 28 slaves
Lead to 28 graves? I think …..We’d rather have our 40 acres…
Where's my baby?
Bring my baby!
She knew something was wrong
Who did she think she was
To risk having a child at forty-six?
The new love demanded it though
And she had prayed it would be all right
But it wasn't.
That exotic little face
Those almond eyes
The old doctor said put it away
It will never grow, it will never know you
It will be a vegetable.
Leave it where it will get the care it needs...
The care he needs?
I will care for him, he is my son.
I will love him and be proud of his accomplishments.
And he grew, and he loved
And accomplished much
His greatest feat being that of bringing
A family together together
Teaching them how to love
And to be proud of him.
The windy days of March come and go,
Memories of marriage and children.
Birthdays for the month of March,
Celebrations with balloons, cake and presents.
Happy Birthday to a beloved son and father,
Good wishes for the year, health and happiness.
St. Patrick's Day and the wearing of the green,
Leprechauns and shamrocks bringing good luck.
The snow melts and the crocus and snow drops appear,
Making a guest appearance in the snow.
The warm weather and kites that fly high in the sky,
Last of the ski weather, comes and goes.
Early spring comes and blesses us with good weather,
We wear spring clothes and fashions,
Each day becomes a fashion parade,
We step through the puddles with our boots.
The walk to the park on a spring day,
God's blessings continue to bless us all.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
birds sing sun rises
how wonderful the world is
dreaming in your love