Best Hoar Poems

By the breath of God frost is given ...
Hast thou entered into 
the treasures of the snow? ...
Out of whose womb came the ice?
and the...

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Written: November 24, 2023
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Seraphic sand is sapped on the seashore
As swirling waters swallowed the load...

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There was no finer detective than Inspector Thaddeus Tweede of Scotland Yard!
He was most astute in solving crimes and could quickly detect a fake canard!
He...

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Summer says so long as glorious autumn takes it place
Less humidity and cooler nights puts smiles on our face

Cloudy fall wet days give relief from...

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Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change
circling around me, are seasons, rearranged
As we say farewell to our place in the sun
Goodbye to our cove on...

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On wet days, shivering,
we greet late fall,
whose shortening days
bring with icy fingers
hoar frost on the fields at dawn.
Some time before the first light snow,
we take...

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Originally for Andrea’s One in Three contest but checked the rules before posting and found I’d written over 16 lines DOH!!! I’ll keep the title...

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Shortening nights are approaching all too fast
Warm days of summer are a thing of the past

Farmers busy themselves in the field
Nature’s bountiful crops now yield

Apple...

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I awoke to find 
that Jack Frost had paid a visit 
to my bedroom windows
for the very first time 
this Winter.

If only I had seen...

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The blushing rose can no longer linger
 As summer wanes in its glow
 Autumn's chill, and winter's icy fingers
 Will bring those shivering days we'll...

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I shrivel 'neath a scorching sun,
Devoid protection for my skin,
An aching grimace, I'll show none,
Worse burning pain suppurates within.

I wander naked through the rain,
Although my...

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Books are resource for them who deplore
Idiocy, silliness, folly. Where absurdities encore
There books no place get and can’t decor
Them into ideal from idle I am...

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Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash

This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at...

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Red Queen Dethroned

Piteous, the limpid bloodstained rose
stunned by Winter’s violent pose
color draining onto hoar frost blade
Red Queen, dethroned, to decompose
beneath the howl of ice-bound serenade.

Conception’s...

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In Whispers of sweet praise of Summer’s lust
she blows a kiss across their reddened cheeks
cools down the heated tryst in hoar frost crust
lays hold with...

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