Best Frosts Poems
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your Buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
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Whatever flicks your switch
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Whatever... whatever... whatever!
© Jack Ellison 2014
day and night equal
the autumnal equinox ~
autumn now begins
squirrels gather nuts
store food for the coming months ~
winter approaching
evergreens stay green
deciduous change colour~
hues of red and gold
a weaker sunlight
chlorophyll stops producing ~
hibernation state
crops are now ready
summer sun has ripened them~
the harvest begins
~
a bright harvest moon
provides light for the farmers~
extra production
the fall migration
birds head for warmer climates ~
before the first frosts
halloween looming
farmers harvesting pumpkins ~
ghoulish faces glow
the fall or autumn
display amazing colours
both one and the same
Written 9th of November 2018
December brings the snow and ice
Early morning frosts; the trees are bare
Stay inside, keep warm heed my advice.
If you venture out you'll pay the price
I'm so snug inside without a care
December brings the snow and ice.
The snow is falling it looks so nice
I won't risk driving ; I wouldn't dare
Stay inside, keep warm heed my advice.
The weather warning was very concise
Don't venture out don't go anywhere
December brings the snow and ice.
I've ordered hot pizza; can't wait for a slice
I answer the front door to a blast of cold air
Stay inside, keep warm heed my advice.
I look out my window not once but twice
A mesmerising scene I can't help but stare
December brings the snow and ice
Stay inside,keep warm heed my advice.
Written 23 June 2020
For Month Of The Year I like Most Poetry Contest
Contest judged 18 July 2020. N/A recieved.
For July n/a or hm poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Awarded 1st place
September’s almost coming to its end.
The shining green that clothed the trees in June
Has darkened as the shorter days impend;
Their battered leaves will presently be strewn
Beneath the boughs, which tremble in the chill
That rushes in where winds till now waxed warm,
With Summer's swelter weakening until
We sense the Equinox's looming storm.
Because for all its beauties and its joys
No Summer can persist resisting change—
When held too long, what first creates, destroys;
And only then is born what’s rich and strange.
For Autumn heralds Winter, which will bring
The frosts which in their turn give way to Spring.
October 2, 2019
Previous title: "Summer's End"
Revised October 15, 2019:
The second quatrain originally went--
Beneath the boughs, which tremble in the chill
That rushes in where winds till now blew hot.
The days fly – they inevitably will—
Still, that is inescapably our lot.
But the second sentence seemed to me to be too weak and even bordering on the trite, so I rewrote it as above. Apologies to all who've read it to date!
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
Where dreams sit, in the moments just before a smile – in the hesitance just before a word – in the memory who holds so much light,… there are the hues of heartfelt. ~ quote by poet
Music fades beyond the stars, sky lit softly,
In wonders so inviting, nights alive,
With joy as I appreciate the melodies,
Forgiving murmurs of kindled laughter, gentling
Even the most hesitant breathes of doubtful,
Timid, shy like the leaves who waltz,
Quietly through October’s frosts, the song
Wise and warm, tumbling from the wise old sun.
Burning quietly at the edge of the forest,
Shadows clinging to the secrets of rays revealing,
All the grace that comes to those who feel…
Blessings of hearts, blessings who always influence,
Trembling on moments when prayers wane,
Erasing the summer, finishing the season of warmth,
Stirring the promises of a silence who believes,
Yes, the spirit can surely see the forest for the trees,
Even the darkness who calms the moon –
Knows of the beauty found in those who know,
The answer pours from the heart’s hues,
Hues of heartfelt in breathless tunes,
Generous as birdsong, with a splendid flair…
Music fades below the surface of the seas,
Waves caressing each moment, as the eternal
Mysteries – beckon to the soul who remembers,
Forever comes quietly, always honest,
Forever attractive – like the rainbow on the horizon,
After rain that lasted a while,
After the grateful soul, inspired by love,
Grows kindness in the form of music,
Kindness that rises, like a mist on the hills,
Raising the intensity of the heart’s kiss,
The soul can never resist…
These hues of heartfelt encouragement,
The muse in a heart who calls worthiness…
Listening, hearing, assuring – all the love
From souls who bring hope to the loneliest spirits,
Love that sings… lighting the wildest dreams.
that first peep of the crocus
breaking through frozen earth
longer hours of sunlight
bulbs drawn by brief sensations of warmth
like hearts that had lingered in frozen graves
waiting for gestures of kindness
ice melting, exposing vulnerability
enticing daffodils, hyacinths, lilies
often emerging too early
late frosts wilt blooms
premature buds succumb to April chills
no headstones, no names
only hope remains
perhaps next spring
a longer lifespan awaits
hearts and flowers
willing to face uncertainty again
*For Francine's "Flowers" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
With brushes and pastels
to feed the morning light
if only for today
Renewal and rebirth
to see a color change
Use your crystal ball
with the opal eye
Secrets and mysteries
escape from reality
Harmony and sympathy
November frosts
with sharp claws
Summer's last rose
with a sprinkle of "sugar"
It is ...
magic in free expression
02/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Anything You Want Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
8th place in the contest
the beauty of subtleties
there are one thousand shades of grey
each separate and distinct
across this desert month.
low gravid clouds puffed,
like the breasts of flocking doves
touch the earth transforming
to pearlescent, pale white gauze
caught in reaching branches.
steely water on the bay,
life sheltered far below,
rolls smooth as oil swells
dappled with foam.
ancient almost-dust leaves
kick up on my boot toe
as I scuffle through the wood
between beach and silver birch.
an owls lonely cry echoes
as it brushes by overhead
softsilent perhaps hunting
field mice or rabbits
November is gentle
in its iron frosts. calm, still,
as though waiting
a canvas barely sketched upon.
Cake is the thing which betters ~
The leanness of my soul ~
And frosts ornate the naked plate ~
And pleases one ~ and all ~
And sweetest ~ is the bite ~ that's warm
A sinful sugared slice ~
Though sorely adding to my form
I shan't abash the price ~
I've tasted as a chilly dish ~
Eaten at dawn and noon ~
Yet ~ never ~ in regret or wish,
I've left a crumb ~ too soon.
1/11/21
(a take on Emily Dickinson's poem 'Hope is the thing with feathers')
Two hearts, Two Lives, An Eternal Meld
Hold your horses, those waters arent so deep
far, far more to life that eating and sleep.
Roses gleaming, dawn's beckoning new frosts
things you'd defend at any and all costs.
Picnicking, lakeside with your true soulmate
times you won, while so sorely tempting Fate!
Living to discover love, its treasures
path taken, with life's sweet, simpler pleasures.
Now gaze back at nights of hottest romance
with future lives planned, nothing left to chance.
Magnificent joy, two loving gems held
with two hearts, two lives, an eternal meld.
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1978
Sonnet, ( Life's Sweetest Promises )
Once Lived Life As Both Fox And Chasing Hound
Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions were crude.
When fleeing forth in life at lightning pace
taking too much as I ran, a disgrace.
Never worried about deep and high costs
figured each cold Winter brought killing frosts.
When chasing old fox, my mind went astray
swearing to catch and eat him every day.
With each new dawn, my hunger more intense
I failed to see myself being so dense.
One sad dawn, I caught that shifty ole fox
his words showed me my big, dark prison box.
Blessed reprieve for him, I did not eat
His wisest move and both our greatest feat.
Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions, were crude.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 164
Note- Inspired by Tim Smith's free verse poem--titled the
-- The Fox And The Hound.--
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_fox_and_the_hound_884102
As I do not do free verse very well, methinks, I went with personification in rhyme and ten syllable verses.
Thank you my friend Tim Smith, for the great inspiration.. your free verse poem and its creativity
and depth inspired this effort by me , written in a much different poetry form.
I hope this poem written this morn, may honor your poem well, as an inspired tribute to it.
Little brown orb
lying so lightly in my hand,
the marvel of you demanding my attention.
Could I but see deep into your heart,
I would find a perfectly formed flower
waiting there.
Waiting for me
to stir the rich brown earth and make a bed,
a room to hold you through the winter storms.
What life force induces you to grow
and not decay in your dark tomb?
Who guides you?
Lovingly
I cradle you and croon a lullaby.
Your fragile skin splits and bares your creamy flesh,
seemingly much too delicate to survive the
frosts and heaves to come.
I place you there.
Sleep little one.
In hibernation let the good earth nourish you.
Your internal clock, set by Nature,
will waken you to spring;
triumphantly breaking free,
a lovely tulip blossom.
Won 7th place in contest Anything But rhyme.
Blood red sun peeks through silhouetted pines
Lavender frosts the eastern sky
Crepe Myrtle blossoms line the drive
Time in the hour glass marches by
The summer sun has changed to orange
As it rises higher still
The gray wolf's eye sky looks innocent
As it coats each and every hill
The roosters' voices fall flat in the hollow
The air hangs heavy today
Song birds add their dimension
As tunes begin to play
Bright yellow-orange sun is higher
It shines over the tops of trees
What will this day offer
Will its plot be sure to please
Dazzling moon in tangerine
Glowing scarlet like warm desire
Azure skies caress the thoughts
While cobalt dreams and crimson
Trees flame to life with lavender
Lilac thrives through a buttery sun
Like lemons laughing through the dawn
Blushing burgundy and cherry smiles
On ruby and sapphire webs of insight
Breathless seas of indigo and cerulean
Emerald pines and forests of jade
With olive and avocado fantasies
Whispering through chocolate hues
Burnt by the coffee sheen of a brunette
Or wash-out blond in the silhouette
Auburn leaves fall from dusky dark trees
Who know fall with its gloom and shadowy
Murk of cream and ashen beige crispness
Lingering on the air in hints of musky, milky
Bleached out rays of soft light, rays of peace
Ginger hopes with carrot shaded prayers
Amber and silver, graying frosts like ice crystals
Soothing away the snowy chill with regal
Bursts of violet and plum praises on the hearts
Of wine dyed visions for the silence of night
Milky white layers of amethyst and navy
Pray for the grace to lighten the heavy grief
Of those who know the shadows and light
Are only there for a while, like royal blue
Soft pink, red, yellow, green and purple
All the colors in the universe conspire to show us
Joy beyond imagining in the hues and shades
Of happiness, kindness, faith and fulfillment
Found inside a kaleidoscope of brilliant aliveness
Love like this is a hymn of God’s quiet power
It is through color, soft or strong, rich or poor
Bold or faint, delicate or robust, wise or foolish
Colors who dance to life on the twinkling starlight
Breath sighs of love into a fire within the spirit
This sense of serenity is alive with tenderness