Winter Hyperbole Poems

a riot of flakes
conjured by nature's magic...
cars slip-sliding on black ice

winter’s confetti
starts entombing autumn's dead... 
colors are shrouded in white...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to...

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hey pete
by Michael R. Burch
 
hey pete,
it's baseball season
and the sun ascends the sky,
encouraging a schoolboy's dreams
of winter whizzing by;
go out, go out and catch...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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i map her seasons breast belly winter and thigh as arcane knowledge...

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Imagine,
for the two thousand and twentieth time,
Yang is hierarchical upside power hungry
from above,
authorized to prey on those yins below,
however resiliently they may pray.

Yang grows politically...

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Snowflakes appear like tufts of downy fluff 
tumbling ever so gently from the heavens;
whereas Winter's breath blows
alabaster crystals of virgin white
to confetti the sky.
Dancing in...

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Slipping through cracks in the clouds
snowflakes confetti the sky
like tufts of down tumbling down.

Riding on a chilly breeze,
twirling and swirling snowflakes
begin carpeting the ground.

Crowned the...

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Spring dapples the landscape in shades of green,
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
While wildflowers add color to the scene;
flaunting exotic pigments, rarely seen.

Summer...

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You've no doubt heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But have you ever heard of Huffle-Winks;
these magical creatures promote pleasure.

Invisible, atop their dragonflies,
they...

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If I could, I'd be a Gila Monster,
a desert lizard, living under rocks.
For then, I'd know nothing of winter snows,
and my greatest fear would be...

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A chilly, wet, spring day when the icy mud melts just enough to soak your socks before you've even gotten to the car,
And all you...

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Push and shove,
Velcro up your gloves
There's snow in the square,
In the other corner is love,
Cold and unforgiving
Like the clouds up above
Herself, she shivers in spite...

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On the cusp of the gloaming,
frigid air turns crystal clear.
And frost-covered window panes
assume an icy veneer.

As the seasons slowly shift,
Autumn colors fade away.
And saddened by...

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When the amber hues 
Turn to cinder-block blues
And the songbirds exist
In the recesses of our world
We lose something special 
When the golden hour is up
Our...

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