Long Snowfalls Poems

When it struck 11, I sighed in relief
When it struck 11, I haven't felt grief
The time kept ticking on and it wasn't brief
And I'm so… patiently shaking like a leaf
Vigorously feeling vital everyday...
Every minute...every second...come...

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“Sometimes, a hug can mend a sorrowful soul like mine” – J W M Earnings
What’s the point of sorrow when I have tomorrow to look forward to?
What’s the big deal with people who just don’t...

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Light pours out across the hills,
Destroying the darkness
With its reflections and sparks
Crystal clear, glistening
Through the doubts and confusion,
Awakening the silent yearnings,
Hopes lost in the past,
Dreams that you thought wouldn’t last

Light disturbs the secrets, silent
Amid the...

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Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you!
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The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest,
leaving footsteps...

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There are nights without stars and dawns without dew,
When time seems like an eternity and desires weigh heavily upon us,
Late snowfalls and blizzards that ache, seemingly endless,
There are moments that want to belong to us...

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Those city's snowfalls in January
come down to earth surprisingly...
to induce an ideal stillness,and make
with an impressive effect,
lovely sceneries to be instilled
inside the inquisitive and perceptive mind!

Fluffy and swirling snowflakes
give glitter and beauty
to lifeless and drooping...

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At school I must have been naive,
for I was told I must achieve.
Add up, subtract even divide,
equations, algebra must be tried,
Nouns, verbs I had to learn,
adjectives were my concern.
In French we should pronounce our ‘R’s’
By...

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tablets on top of a tablet
thinking about existence and the what and the why
shaking a bottle of water fighting with the stubbornness of my reluctance
knowing i do not have the heart
trying to force the hardcore...

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Autumn has dressed up in pretty auburn
by pulling all the lifeless leaves
off the dormant, cold trees; 
and every bird, that once thrilled everyone's heart,
has glanced upon this scenery and sadly gone south,
and I like them...I...

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He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning...

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I love the month of February,
The shortest and coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like Feb is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amidst treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi...

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Winter has come and snowflakes fly
In winds beyond normality 
Creating drifts above one’s head,
Exercising muscles

To get our driveways cleared of snow,
The walkway and our doorways too
Around the house, the shed and all
After the storm has...

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My home is bleak this evening because of winter.
This outing was fun, yet I hunted faithful cover.
To deter us colds and to wear around the home.
Everybody precisely grasped the cold syndrome.

Snowflakes fall quickly from the...

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When handsome and shouting cowboys flirt
with gorgeous gals galloping on wild horses,
they won't catch up despite their manliness:
women know what they are after and resist.

The mid-August sun is scorching, and dust rises
amid rust canyons, making...

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I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of emotional reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is...

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I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is...

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This is for all the forgets that you found. The not coming back but are always around. The next step at losing a back for the frame. Lost in a lesson like “remember my name”....

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April Ambassador

April, ambassador of spring, appears -
Mediator of the truce
Between dusky winter’s sighs
Of first snowfalls
And the incense of l’air du temp
Where mourning doves entwine with peaceful wings –
The scent of cashmere’s spring
Soft upon the meadow;
Envoy...

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Happiness is heaven, ecstasy gratifying
Sensual and satisfaction zest and delight.
I am quite confident; it comes all the year round.

It comes in the springtime when new buds appear
And nature's perfume fecundates the parks.
The season is warmer...

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When nature takes a turn for the worst
grumbling rumbles shakes 
great balls of fire falling 
in her tears black snowfalls

Burning smell of sulphur burns
rolling down the mountains molten lava
they salute death rivers of flames
the chariots...

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As Fall was leaving,
the chill gradually grew
and thinking of past snowfalls, 
a wintry painting came to mind.

It puzzled me that the artist's name
was missing, then my curiosity began to grow.
I took it to Art Shows,...

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Spring tantalizingly unfolds vernal, winsome
Blossoms of lilies pristine, undulating to appease
Fawning nectar-dreams adrift on wings of bees
Frolicking tranquility of rustling flowering trees

Refulgent summer, too, unpacks variegated
Revelry on rivers, oceans, flamboyant meadows
As ubiquitously nature paints blooms...

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S ilence fills the air hanging on the limbs of night.
N uances of gray fall into rivers of purple dark.
O nly the crackle of ice and fallen limbs prevail.
W onderous is the falling of the...

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Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
  The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
  As electrical dusk tugs molecular wire.

Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
 ...

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In our valley, often called the hardest month
              breathes  the fickle month of February,

When even the most beautiful of snowfalls
 ...

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