Snow Evil Poems

Green Trees Don’t Make It 

Everyday
I look out and see

The ugly green trees
Standing guard 
in front of my house.

And I think to myself
Who owns the...

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With or without snow falling,
there will be more Christmases,
more joyful carols for me to sing: 
hoping peace will brighten all hearts!

I'll give the shivering beggar
a...

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i.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked...

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...He fell to the snow, choking his last breath,
Dalton watched despite his own fading strength,
Barnes dismounted and walked over to him,
said, “I see that you...

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He followed this path for half a mile,
found himself high up on a cold platform.
The trail split, one went across the mesa,
the other went right,...

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The man shook and said, “They wanted some fun,
but the boy was small, he started to bleed.
Patrick threw him out back, said, ‘This one’s shot,
but...

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He layed me on the snow. My backside was freezing, the hard chunks of snow overwhelming my body like prickling needles. He pulled my pants...

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I had a dream of a joyless man,
sitting in the ruins of paradise.
With flat voice and cold words
he told me his tale,
While the biting wind...

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Enow  

enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for enough

Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How

Many should die, millions or just...

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A sure ear-bursting announcement:
It shall walls vibrate: pronouncement 
A knight’s last-hour confession:
Banging the pregnant profession…

“I can’t. I will not! Where is he?
Don’t even mention any...

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With or without snow...
there will be more Christmases,
more candles that glow,
more carols for me to sing;
going that peace brightens all hearts!
I'll give the beggar, who's...

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In a place many others often dread
Near the hollowed trees, and the haunted seas
She glides along the tumbledown cemetery
Deep down knowing those who are no...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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Winter 1945
 
Shots in the night.
White faces
Snow fell
On cold bodies
Killing field.
I knew and didn´t want to know
Someone
Took me by the hand
Carried me home
Innocence confronted
By death.
In...

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...fiery the angels fell...


A lost train bound for November 
lonesome wail of an engines whistle
Slicing through the night
Souls Destined for the rim of forever 
casting...

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