Winter Rhyme Poems

Inspired by Black Hole Love (Max Frost)
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I like to think big thoughts,
but when I tie my brain in knots,
I eat a couple tater tots.  

Who was best?  The Sultan of Swat?
Maybe he...

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Time seems to be picking up speed
a freight train without engineer
Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines.
Time is picking up speed
children born yesterday
wobbling off to college the...

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I think it would be really neat
to have suction cups for feet,
I would not be limited, anymore,
to walking only on the floor.
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall,
I'd...

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At times upon the grassy hill
a brisk breeze will blow teasing my hair
And within that breeze I will hear
questions asked of me as I lie...

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in the spring, when petals praise
within the song of grace who’ll amaze
beneath the silence of a gentle bud
there is a power, power in the blood

in...

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Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the...

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I reached a hand 
Into the snow
The chilly ice
Once vibrant glow 

It's Winter's wish
A painful spree
The absent warmth 
Of no degree

Although I try
To stay alive...

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Burning like fever in the spring
our love affair was on the wing
then drifted away on the summer wind
now I'm thinking of you
how good it used...

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Did Robert Browning say it best when he
wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly.
Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. –
they ran amock in 1863.

I trust it’s...

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Looking out the window
I didn't see a sound
Nothing out there moving
The world on solid ground

No birds were out there singing
No rustling of the leaves
Is the...

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Standing watch on this warm summer night  

Listening to sounds in the soft spectral light 

Calling to my soul a song never-ending 

That the...

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Play a role till the gold of your soul runs dry
leave the ghost town far enough behind
through the parched winter of the mind
search for virgin...

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It doesn’t happen everyday
Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh
Reflecting in the Winter sun
Are its legs, in gunmetal grey

Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning
Falling behind...

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you are a gentle breeze
a cocktail with antifreeze
an approaching sneeze
or a winter storm
three standard deviations from the norm
four sheets to the wind
and I think your...

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