Hoar Poems - Poems about Hoar

Hoar Frost

When the hoar frost spins,
spiderwebs of feathered ice,
the sun does not shine.

Categories: hoar, poetry,
Form: Haiku

hoar frost moon

crisp frosty morning
	ice subsides damp within grass ~
		brindled baby’s breath

(December Full Moon – Cree)

Categories: hoar, environment, flower, moon, morning,
Form: Haiku

I Do Pity You

Have you never shared the seductive charms 
of a cool spring night under moons full glare
Folded in the warmth of a lover’s arms 
basking in fire light as bold passions flare

Or felt the coolness of newly turned soil, 
had the smell of fresh mown hay in your nose 
Felt your imagination start to boil;
when feeling

Categories: hoar, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Hoar Fog

Hoar Frost

Frozen fog specter
A glistening miracle
Sprung by the sun’s light.

By Bren Deliantoni

Categories: hoar, weather,
Form: Haiku

Now Donald Trump Must Be Permanently Barred and Furloughed From Hoar Re: Whitehouse - Part I

I ham aghast at increasing unpopularity
witnessed by Donald trump
hence aye aerate thoughts,
how ass nine his banal, demoniacal, fanatical, and hurtful
culling frightening insight,
where portentous Portuguese Man 'o War debacle
doth crowdsource, flickr, and indeed long foster 
plenti full over active imagination
to induce writhing expressions of fear
in direct proportion 2 hiz bursts of haughtiness),
would animate mine rear i.e.

Categories: hoar, crush, evil, hate, pain,
Form: Political Verse

Now Donald Trump Must Be Permanently Barred and Furloughed From Hoar Re: Whitehouse - Part Ii

DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today
- - - - - - - - - -
Axe the old don
A trump peter n piper of incredulous hellish

Categories: hoar, abuse, america, anger, anxiety,
Form: Narrative

Hoar-Frost Hearts

Hoar-Frost Hearts 

(with acknowledgment and apologies to Shakespeare)


Who dares compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art much darker and more treacherous .
Howling gales render darling buds to blight
And winter’s grip too long and arduous
Holds dark the swollen hope of heavens eye.
Allows false dawn gold weakly blushing peak
Upon the icy crust you would deny
Whilst cursing natures

Categories: hoar, lost love,
Form: Sonnet

Hoar Frost

Hoar frost **** 
                      gently dressing up the barren trees****

Categories: hoar, nature
Form: Monoku

Hoar Frost

HOAR     FROST



Multi-fingered trees drowned in the mist
Mist like the cold hand of death coming to Ramses
Last night’s mist  -  purifying spirit
Enveloping all in the frost


Like a well-tended graveyard
Dead, silent, nothing moves
The ugly old dead trees  - and
The lovely young live trees
Are levelled, enveloped,
Masked in a white shroud
Each tree

Categories: hoar, tree, life, tree, sensual,
Form: Free verse