Frosts Poems | Examples

What beautiful decay

As sunlight paints all in gold
A cresting wave 
Along a distant bay
Gulls cry high into a clear sky

Its tyrannical son burns all away.
Summer has come
What beautiful decay 
As evening dies on horizons blade

A splash of crimson 
Deep in forgotten May
Amber n indigo lay lazy on the shores
Autumn lingers behind the day

What beautiful decay
A chill frosts the burnt ground 
Ice is deep into tomorrow 
Brittle leaves are death shroud

Broken branches reach 
Winter’s shadows a frozen sound
What beautiful decay

A Vine in Winter

Withered wishes
lick the sap of spring
and loose all they've held,
except all that dared to
winter in a heart
that clings where hope's
tendrils grow tired and
      brittle

and still ~ in their final
vestige of existence,
braved the relentless frosts
   and hold firm,
even in their death,
the supple youth that will
bear the fruits of
   another season...

Perspectives

A symphony’s no symphony if it is never heard
A poem is no poem at all if it contains no word

A rainy day’s a rainy day unless it brings some joy
A prized possession’s valueless if treated as a toy

A summer is not summer if winter frosts still fall
A bitter heart’s no blessing for it is closed to all

A vintage wine’s no wine to drink without a good bouquet
A love that life has brought to grief must wait another day

A harbour is no harbour if it is open sea
A promise is no promise if not kept faithfully

Winter's wetness

Glacial sent wet winds to chase out autumn radiance,
Snowdrift saints powdered white many gardens,
Leaving long flakes to peel open the morning ~
   Secretly smiling...

Morning emerged radiantly recuperating,
Silence silenced, replaced by stormy sunshine,
Winter's wetness welcomed wholeheartedly ~
   Singing for springtide...

Flaky flakes foisted frosts on plenty pavements,
Beautiful blessings brillianty raved a reprieve,
New natural warmth to sweet succour so sought ~
   Springtime sunshine.

Bold Strokes

In October, I feel a nip in the air,
that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke;
as gilded leaves start falling from the trees.
Overhead, a gaggle of honking geese
are fleeing Winter's approach; 
joining the songbirds that have migrated south. 
The leaves are painted in thick, bold strokes
of yellow, scarlet, fuchsia, gold and orange;
inked by Jack Frost,
and sprinkled on the ground like confetti.
Amber and vermilion drip from the trees;
pooling into a crunchy sea
of colorful leaves that the wind weaves,
into shifting swirls of abstract art.
One of Nature's boldest paintings,
Autumn steals one's breath away, instilling awe;
infusing Summer's death with Winter's birth,
it is a magical transformation to behold.

Falling Away

A rusted breeze ripens with early frosts
Ill-fated trees wilt begetting their loss
Rich fermented decay's putrified bloom
Bidding farewell to the song of the loon

The belching pond spurts summers spoil
Bird nests crumble leaving traces of toil
Flowers tilling soil with seeds for new growth
All of life is taking a dying oath

The spreading fire of the evening sun
Blazes in drenched horizons faraway
As days get shorter, and stars have more fun
Popping on flashlights in the milky way

Autumn-extraneous-harmonious 
Ceremonious-Testimonios

Beware

I know its Spring but it can still be cold at night
so hold on putting things into your garden yet. 
The ideal time to plant things out is at the end of April
anything planted before then runs the risk of frost.

Garden centres sell plants much too early
these plants need to be nurtured indoors
They need to harden off before going out
place them out in the sun and bring in at night

Don't spend your money it will be wasted
you will have to buy new plants to replace them
same goes for baskets don't put them out 
frosts can appear until May so save your money.

March

   You swing onto the ramp of anticipation
     then sputter and stall, deceleration
   March, thy name is frustration

   Your southern breezes arise and tease
     ‘til night plunges the ground in deep-freeze
   March, your late frosts displease 

   Your rains help the leaves start to bud
      then your snows turn frail flowers to duds
   March, your name I spell M-U-D

Ethereal lanterns

The spring of healing has its own anthem, 
It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time, 
Glaring upon the moving mirror that floats on cold water, 
Blinded by a blaze set by the sins that made silent quivers run through the chambers of this once upon a time frozen heart, 
Lightnings that run through the roof of these forsaken memories, 
What is it about pain that makes evils seem soothe,
That makes wicked wounds under broken bruises, 
No one mentioned how mending too can be mutilating, 
How the unforgiving frosts crack and pierce through the lungs, 
How igniting the sky full of light takes a sigh of ethereal lanterns, 
Yet they come with a handful of sorrows and compassion,
Drawn from a dream to wish upon the moon that sparkles for a night of bliss, 
Let us be amongst the hope once again, 
alone as a whole, 
The glistening gold in autumn, 
The deepest line in kohl,  
Forever we can be the ocean that flow, 
Without a prey nor predator, 
Just the living and the specs of salt.

Our Garden

Our Garden 


In my mind’s eye,
I see you still,
Standing still in our garden,
Motionless,
Deep in thought.

So what were you thinking?

The seeds we planted together,
Grew strong,
We tended them,
Fed and watered them,
Gave them shelter and support.

We watched anxiously.

Now they are strong, gloriously confident,
They no longer need our tender loving care.

The scarlet poppies, petals as fragile as crepe paper,
Grow miraculously strong on delicate stems.
The marigolds, like a cluster of brilliant suns,
Know their power.
The trailing lobelias explore exuberantly 
And will not be contained.

The seed of our love we also planted together,
Tended with the same loving care and understanding,
And at first a willingness to forgive.

But in time, as it grew, it too needed protection,
From sudden tempests, sudden frosts,
And tears that felt like rain.

Desperately we provided support and protection,
But it was never enough.
The seed which at first had grown so joyfully,
Now withered 

And died.

Winter

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.

Jack Frost

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. - J. R. R. Tolkien


Wintry frosts silence the starving night skies,
Aloof as the freezing stars, glistening
In biting waves from distant sun’s disguise,
Gentle ramblings, deer and hare listening…

Icy mornings, bitter from frigid chill,
Aching breathes remember last spring’s fervor,
When swift winds would leave hushed trails so still,
Stirring hearts to hear the silent observer.

December winds, swift as the trembling snows,
Gusts so alive they seem to dance a waltz,
Whisper to the soul, blessing where she goes,
Gentle as the light so eager, but false…

Since winter’s smile seems to tell us we’ve lost,
Feelings flow despite the words of jack frost.

The Grandeur of Fall

Autumn's crisp, dry leaves crackle underfoot;
adding a crunch to the grandeur of Fall.
Squirrels scamper about as if hard-put
to gather acorns, then bury them all.

Nature crochets a shroud for Summer's death;
using colored leaves that fell from the trees.
And the air holds a chill that frosts your breath;
quickly dispersed by a brisk Autumn breeze.

A kaleidoscope of orange and golds;
add to Fall's ever-changing scenery.
And Autumn's annual pageant unfolds
as Jack Frost gilds all of the greenery.

Yellow, scarlet, vermillion, and cerise;
ink the pathways for the migrating geese.

Waiting For the Sun

Waiting For The Sun

There is a fire in me that is too much for this world
Smoldering deep in the roots of my soul
Flames budding, their blossoms longing to unfurl 
Up xylem, down phloem, reciprocal control

Failure means you tried
Would rather you had died not knowing? 
Successes can be found
When you stop, stare at the ground 
And suddenly you've found
By new heights
You're still growing

Eventually the spring will come
Thawing frosts the winter spun 
Always darkest before the dawn
Ever waiting for the sun
So count your rings, and stand up straight
Brace yourself against the wind
Hold you glow and embrace the wait
For your time to shine again

In the darkness is where you find the light
In the silence you can lift the sound to life
And every time I find it, it gets brighter
And every time I lift it, it gets lighter
Why can't you be a lover, and a fighter
Jack of all trades, master of none

Trojan Horse

PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit. 
Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it."
Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set. 
Set Ing the diodes of scene.
All the same, on demand- 
quid pro troll for human sacrificing... 
icing in their assumed, -
exhumed names of representation-glands, 
Idols in strange hands.
Decorating blue, 
filling with strangers to one's own land.

Paradise Lost, seeking ills, -ills, ill gotten gains.
Kismetic Frosts relations 
of cover-incestuous-religions 
summoned in symbiotic trends, 
of the means of the end. 

On Alien soil, Ra, soon to return 
to asphyxiate freedom's change, of wind, 
whisping death's-bloom. 
DeCoffinated break, drink !
Skywriters, Contracting...
Watching in aiding abetting, the elites. 
The discreeted
scuttled upon the otherworldly-
Chariots called PleasureCrafts and Triremes and Juggernautivity Nets. 
Lasers to strain in loom, everything you say or do- 
you... buy, sell, eat, drink, breathe, think?
Utopia, Trojan Whores Riding a Beast.

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