Long Frosty Poems
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MILL WHEEL
The mill wheel wouldn’t turn till the Spring
‘CLOSED’ notice hanging at closed door on a string.
Snowfall on pavement, snowfall on road turning hard ice.
Customers remembered miller as he was friendly and nice.
Winter was frosty with chilled windy breeze.
Off and on snow drizzling, sometimes to cease.
Sudden disappearance of the miller made all stunned.
Neither any information received, nor the miller returned.
Whisper ran through the town from door to door,
as police came on inquiry: How to ignore?
They came on verification of passport renewal.
Splendid surprise awaiting on miller’s arrival.
Miller is going abroad on honeymoon trip with new bride.
Passport-issue is solved, and everybody gets relieved.
Season changes to Spring naturally, no freaks.
Ice melts, revealing secrets, wheel creaks.
07/19/18
' One, nine, sixteen v3.0' Contest by Viv Wigley
There is a wall of ice between us.
I see a frosty glimmer of you,
A semblance of the face of many years ago.
It has thickened year by year.
Come sun or rain or a hail of fire it will not thaw.
On my side ive grown into a man yet inside im still a child.
On yours you count your days and wrinkles.
We both refuse to chisel at our stone walled hearts.
Yet i know beneath our weathered skin my child yearns for a father who in turn longs for his son.
Before our days are done i hope we bore a man shaped hole in this cold and dark divide.
As in yours there is a hole in my cold heart which only you and I can fill
*Image of Santa Claus, Snowman, Holidays.
Xmas Pals
As seasonal passage conjures two friends,
Winter paint faces full of joy and cheers,
St. Nick and Frosty, all children then befriends,
Both are treasures to precious little dears.
Winter paint faces full of joy and cheers,
Gaze the sky for Santa's sleigh o'er the glens,
Both are treasures to precious little dears,
Made Frosty the snowman with odds and ends.
Gaze the sky for Santa's sleigh o'er the glens,
Jolly St. Nick's reindeers were used as gears,
Made Frosty the snowman with odds and ends,
Frosty was packed with snow as Christmas nears.
Jolly St. Nick's reindeers were used as gears,
St. Nick and Frosty, all children then befriends,
Frosty was packed with snow as Christmas nears,
As seasonal passage conjures two friends.
2020 January 18
*1st Place*
Christmas Pantoum Rhyme
~~Eve Roper: Judged 2020 January 25
*Picture #2
*2nd Place*
''X'' Contest, New or Old
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 November 28
November brings a blissful happiness,
after excitement of fall mellows down,
trees bare, as if stretching their branches upward,
praying to our Creator in thankfulness,
dazzling colours of leaves have faded away, their
rustling music no longer tells an enchanting tale,
soothing breeze, Northern chilly wind hasn't arrived yet.
When the frosty wind starts blowing in November,
I don’t curse the wind, but soak the beauty of dewdrops at dawn,
glistening magnificently on the gleaming tips of grass,
lovingly admire the chirping of migratory birds, and
scurrying of frisky squirrels holding their treasures,
for the last time this year!
birds are not cruel, they are not abandoning me for ever,
they promise to return in summer,
embarking on a plight of thousands of miles,
For a rendezvous in sun!
I watch stoically the last batch of flowers wither,
pick a few last veggies in the corner,
rake yellow leaves scattered on the ground,
and smell the heavenly aromatic, pleasant, entrancing air!
In my garden, the calm and gentle Willow stands in silent prayer.
November 7, 2022
"November" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
The chilled whisper of the northern wind
floats in frozen air with the finesse of ballerina snowflakes,
attuned to the rustle of the frosted leaves inertly aligned,
serenading the mystique melody, winter sonata makes.
Defoliated trees tremble in the waves of the arctic breeze,
in its frosty flow from the cold oblivion I see you return,
melt the miasma in my memory congealed in glacial freeze,
enter the abandoned abode of our ancient times we yearn.
I’m enticed by the spectrum of the scarlet sun on diamond dew,
my passion prism reflects for me your charisma ecstatic.
As from the mist of reminiscence rises the dawn new,
your euphoric embrace defrosts the memory lane as winter magic.
Sweet is the smile that cools the heart
it leaves pressure floating further behind.
Exude your confidence and fight the heat,
Keep hate from taking over your mind.
Or you will be damaged beyond repair,
Ruined by all the flashback moments it fills.
The feelings you share can be a nightmare,
If you make your life live by comfortable lies.
Despite the aches and how hot the fire gets,
Don’t let it bring you down in flames,
If the sparks diminish you with smokey threats,
You can cover the scars and amend the pains.
Eventually, the intensity of frustration will fall
Wipe out the irritant tears from your eyes.
Don’t let the heat of anger build a separate wall,
Joy shall replace your sorrow and heartaches.
Rainy days may put the frosty smile on icy fire
And passion for a moment will have the edge.
But those flames will only burn the bridge
And bring sparks in the air to view from afar.
Christmas Eve
We gathered close together Christmas Eve,
while windows framed a winter fairyland;
our own 'frosty the snowman' stood on guard
beneath the moon, with hat and scarf so grand.
With joy, we finished trimming up the tree
while Jingle Bells played on the stereo,
and thinking that just any moment soon
dear Santa Clause and Elves were good to go
with all the toys they'd gathered and packed up
on Santa's magic sled to fly away,
cheered on by prancing Reindeer and sleigh bells
to bring kids Season's Joy on Christmas Day.
Sandra M. Haight
~st Place~
Contest: Ho ho ho
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 12/27/2016
Must use these 10 words:
Elves, Frosty the Snowman, Christmas, Jingle Bells, Toys
Sled, Sleigh Bells, Santa Claus, Trimming, Winter Fairyland
Help me relax please...I am shaking like crazy
Hope I keep track of my many goals in life
Calm me down...I want to float like a daisy
Coping with these emotions with family strife
Ease my mind from worries and set my heart free
Hanging on to the rope of my life stressors wearily
In the palm of my quivering hands is the fear of rejection...my fate is to be one with my affectionate heart
Sloping downwards like a snowball in the frosty hill, spiraling in many directions...it’s a freezing work of art
I am as precious and treasurable as a diamond in the cave
You’re as gracious as the flawless sunlight that shines so brave
Please set my soaring spirit aflame and let the ocean’s waves blow
Embrace the breeze of at-ease and let go of the shame...let it all go
Show me your genuine glow of delight
Illuminate me with your joy, not your fright
Throw at me your inspirational imagination from on high that shimmers aglow
I promise that I will never let you go, but I’m going to love myself and let it all go
My serentiy inside me lights up my mind of a million embers, yet still unsure
My anxiety doesn’t kick in as much as it did before as I clearly remember
I was uncertain of your train of thought towards me and its destination thereof...I wish I can be your peaceable dove
I am trying to understand what went wrong in our lives of vain pleasures, which brings us detrimental, dangerous love
Help me relax please...I am burning away the pain
Hope I keep track of my many ups and downs in my brain
Calm me down...I have been shook up and insane
Coping with the aftershocks of my family strife once again
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the sunlit moon’s glow, you know?
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the blessed breeze and its brilliant blow
I figured out that my doubts and worries
Will be fixed up and mended with ease
As long as we let it all go...
As long as I let it all go...
Let the garden of hope and love grow as long as I nourish and flourish the seeds of His knowledge
And I will keep track of my many goals I have in mind without my fears and miseries, pushing me to the edge
All the negativity in life - let it all go
All the darksome strife - let it all go
Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as space floats up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter's full-blowing opera.
Some approach
briefly sway
bowing
bouncing isolative moments,
absorbed into white water wind,
incarnate grace of laced exquisite space.
Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
coincidental adventive play,
compassion mating heaven's breath
with blood-rhythm's heated beats.
You feel the whispers slither down the long corridor,
each murmur coiling around your thoughts like hungry vines.
They scratch at your calm, sharp as claws unseen,
and fracture your resolve until your heart cannot stay silent.
You sense the walls themselves lean, curious and burdened,
their cracks breathing echoes of every stolen word.
Even the chairs groan beneath an invisible weight,
worn by secrets that slide across the floor like restless ghosts.
You watch as daylight winnows through frosty windows,
afraid to face the truth those whispers carry.
Driven by iron tongues that drip with accusation,
you remain—a flicker of light defying their hush.
You are planted in this room, roots deep in purpose,
a silent sentinel despite the whispers’ might.
And though whispers may rise, their reign will fall to dust—
when your truth, at last, breaks free and echoes with light.