Best Song Winter Poems
Sapphic Poetry 10-22-24
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Winter
Winter breathes a fantasy into morning.
Wreaths of icy crystalline drift through gardens.
Snowflakes dance a rhapsody over meadows
Wonderland divine...
Flurries chant their signatures at the daybreak,
Swirling wonder, shimmering crystal magic.
Falling silver serenades sing in plainsong -
Seasonal carols…
Solstice cycle symphonies float like diamonds.
Jewels of the jubilee capture sunlight.
Barren landscapes murmuring transformations -
Miracles abound.
Winter Sonata 11-29-23
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Winter Sonata
In grave allegro solo grey gathers,
Strings of winter fantasias
Brewing staccatos of frozen fall remnants,
Downbeats for the first movement
As shivering sleet wipes away bucolic barcarolles
Rocking on sapphire barges,
Harbingers of hoarfrost and hibernation,
When leafless boughs conduct the opening motif
To summon deepening darkness
From restrained shadows of turbulence
To beat warnings on frosted windows
Of snug dens – sheltered hallows.
Sweet solstice flutes sing adagio
Then scatter crystalline mists across snow packed paths
In the movement pathetique when sunglow
Glides between aspen,
Ankle deep in fleecy billows,
Sugar flakes flutter in Heaven’s perfect pitch
Rhythmic silent rests hypnotize crisp midnights
When fluttering flakes of dreamy andantes
Ride on melodic cantabile whispers
In flurries of fleecy decrescendos
Spells of codas, enthralled by idle snowfall,
Glitter in lyric tinsel of sparkling crystal beads on twigs.
Movement presto crescendos in frenzied storms
Snowfall pizzicatos fall in descending measures
When rondos of wind song ensembles
Ascend in frigid notes of icy scales
That pirouette in pulsing beats with resonate strings
Plucked by boreas in thundersnows percussions,
Vivace mistrals whirl in powdery ghosts
That spin in tremolo trills of icicles,
And in whiteout scherzos of blizzard sonatas,
Dizzy with solstice frosty fevers
As winter’s thundering cadence modulates
Into vernal sighs of resolution.
A Winter Rose 2-1-24
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A Winter Rose
A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Perfume born from a mystic place,
Shivering blossom shines through grey
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
Touched by sighs of the Morning Star
Rose wears crystals of frosty lace,
Rises beyond a crown of thorns
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
Though petals droop with solstice spells
Profane bedlam of ice erased
Dewy buds chant a cradle psalm
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
I heard a bird singing
As I was on my way
It led direction for me
As it took my breath away
It warbled cheerfully,
From a tree above the snow
It spread its song gleefully,
What kind of bird, I wanted to know
I heard a bird singing
Its melody surrounded me
I turned in circles bringing,
Each note closer, to be free
It sounded like spring, in winter
A happy, fresh new start
Helping to release the splinter
And heal the pain within my heart
Heidi Sands
2/22/20
flakes dance on glassy shore as jays perch low… trilling heart-frozen cries
In one line (monoku #9) Contest, PD
3/15/2016
Anybody feel like singing? :)
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
where the writers are writing,
the blog pages fighting
and comments of cheer
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
It’s the soup, soupiest season of all
with those verses a’ flowing
of winter and snowing
and decking the hall
It’s the soup, soupiest season of all
You’ll read stanzas of loving
of snowballs they’re gloving
and packages under the tree
There’ll be lines filled with phrases
of faith and its praises
in every poem you see
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
you’ll find poems for reading
with broken hearts bleeding
it soon will be clear
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
~
Written to the melody of the song: "It's the most wonderful time of the year"
Written by George Wyle and Edward Pola.
Originally performed by Andy Williams
Winter Spirals
spirals
of grey waves foam
splash upon rocky shores,
winter tides croon bleak serenades
to the blinded eyes of dull cirrus clouds
while homeless impotent rain storms
try to catch cold sea spray -
white caps cresting
spirals
2-10-22
Contest: Give Me a Rictameter
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
while
winter serenade
winter serenade
frozen crystal melodies ~
red cardinal chants
leafless boughs sing out
arias of roaring storms ~
snowdrops harmonize
blasts of icy frost
chanting plaintive elegies ~
daphne flowers bloom
short days intone night
with a solstice lullaby ~
fir trees wear white stoles
shadows of springtime
creep into amber twilights ~
bears snore rhythmic dreams
1-18-23
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
How is your Karma
It may be winter outside
inside is your choice
Karma is basic
you give up your selfishness
and peace will follow
Edward J Ebbs - 11/05/11
a parody on song "Winter Wonderland"- inspired by my winter alone in an
unheated house.
"Come away, I am threadbare
Snow is falling....
Where there' be hair..
A cold-as_sed dam_ night
It's really a fright
Walkin' in my winter underwear..
Butt-cheeks gleaming
Through the holes, near the seaming
A nasty cold a_s,
My skin is blue cast
Walkin' in my winter underwear..
In the meadow we can make a snowman
And pretend that he's an EMS
He'll say- "sonny is that really you?"
Or did someone paint you a_s blue?
Later on, I'll perspire
When I light...
My a_s on fire....
It burns so that way
I'm happy so say
Walkin' in my winter underwear...."
from where does the winter wind blow?
Arctic, Norway, or states below?
to shower snow and winter chill,
then from here to where does it go?
lumps of loose snow from white trees spill,
as rows of cypress climb up hill,
Robins twitter their red chests out,
from wooden fence near old wind mill!
lone heron waits, a one leg scout,
on freezing lake with coloured trout,
time it will be soon to migrate,
across mountain peaks far about!
few floundering leaves still debate,
changing seasons, their unknown fate,
winter winds ensnare them in snow,
to pile them amongst garden waste.
dazzling winter has morning glow,
how it speeds past! doesn’t it slow?
from where it came we do not know,
wherever it goes, let it go!!
5th Placement
Written 10/10/2021
8 syllables each line
aaba bbcb ccdc ddad aaaa rhyme
last stanza mono rhyme
Angel L V sponsored
Interlocking Rubaiyat poetry contest!
So long winter held her in his clasp,
So long we waited for spring's sunny grasp;
We dreamed of that time when all the flowers,
Would bring the scent that was only ours.
The promise came slowly but we wait,
For winter lingers and spring's too late;
But forces that lie silent in the earth
Will soon bring the breath of spring to birth.
She brings her song through green meadows,
Hiding her light in soft shadows;
She awakens all the drowsy flowers,
That slept so long in winter's lonely hours.
Through the dried leaves the violets push up,
The crocus awakens and the buttercup;
Then daffodils rise and daisies play,
In fields where so late the snowflakes lay.
She brings her light to touch with gold,
The song she sings no one else has told;
For in the heart there is a gift to bring,
In springtime’s snow and winter's spring.
It was time for the leaves to fall,
The fields to turn white,
The birds to leave for faraway lands-
And the long cold lonely nights.
Seemed like for eternity
She hadn’t had a smile -
Frozen was the world around
Lonely she walked for miles.
Dead were the blossoms in her garden,
And love was about to die-
And yet she prayed to her unseen friend -
For the summer of the winter sky!
Not a song was heard at dawn,
Only the echo of the wind-
In the misty field of corn
Not a farmer was seen!
A wait so long, so painful to bear
Left alone with no one so near
She was lost in her own reverie-
With tears in her dreamy eyes.
And she prayed as her heart cried-
Longing for the summer of the winter sky.
No one knows who heard her prayer
Lost amidst the silence
And yet an early morning bud
Blossomed in her garden!
Suddenly a little sparrow was seen
High on the branch of the willow tree
Singing a song as if to welcome-
Amidst the grey sky, a sun so warm.
And love then again knocked her door
Promising a life like never before-
And like a happy child she opened her eyes
For it was summer for the winter sky!
In stillness of a winter morn,
A carriage passed me by,
Treading a path old and worn,
Upon it's wheels sore and dry;
The air about had a listlessness,
I heard no other noise
Than the passing hooves of a steed,
And my inner voice...
No birds in trees about that house
Whose porch I sat-in, ever spoke
Early in that break of dawn,
So I looked when the silence broke:
A little distance away, and it
Crawled to an awkward halt;
The horse, giving a plunge in the air,
Jerked and fumed in water and salt.
Out came a lady old--
Worn as the wearied wheel--
Followed by the silken robes
Of a beauty most surreal.
In all youth then, i never saw
A maiden so fair and pure;
I watched in awe as the women both,
Approached at my door.
In ecstasy beheld my heart
The temple of this Moon
Shrouded by her hair, like night
Working up a rune.
Smiling, bowing graciously
Like simmering warmth in the cold,
She spoke to ask which way led
To the house of(a name she told)...
Still in awe, I arranged for chairs
For my visitors to sit;
Over cheerful cups of tea,
I told what place was it.
And before, they took my leave,
I thought i had to say,
''Do stop-by this place
Once more on thy way'':
Those eyes passed a lively glance,
As if to say, ''I will'',
She finally left on her way
And left me standing still...
Bright was the day, and the next ones too--
I rested for the Dame:
Spring and summer, winter came
But she never came...
La Boheme Series Haiku — Mimi Dies
songs call love ~
bread with wine beg warmth ~
too late come some chances granted
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(c)sally young eslinger 6/2022
Thanks be to God
With hugs, dear Puccini