Short Hoarfrost Poems
Short Hoarfrost Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hoarfrost by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hoarfrost by length and keyword.
Cheshire Moon
the bottom half of the moon smiled
grinning through the haze of dawn
soft glow casting shifting shadows
across the glistening hoarfrost
Submitted to SKAT's contest
mid-fall
cold snap
low temps
hard slap
bold winds
blowing
hoarfrost
glowing
frigid
fall days
missing
sun’s rays
forecast
heeded
thick coats
needed
last leaves
falling
winter’s
calling
As
hoarfrost
forms on the
colorful quilt
beneath autumn's trees,
raindrops begin their free
flight fall, their pure October
symphony in solitude with
the restless wind, unpredictable
as my contemplation of our future.
September 20, 2015
Crystalline Teardrops fall
covering my world
in winters hoarfrost.
With your frigid nature
you buried loves lament
beneath sorrowful snowflakes.
The warm embers of passion
have been extinguished
drowned in icy slush.
The memories
of your fallen snow angels
will no longer sustain me.
The East
The East wind is cold
and is full of hoarfrost.
It crosses the land,
in a wild storm, raging!
It is heavy with hail,
and larger black rocks...
of mud and dirt.
It contains fist-sized stones,
to hammer the land
into a new shape.
Soon the west
will be unrecognizable.
and foreign
to those that live there.
The cold is me
The frost my bones
A frozen skeleton
Lost, alone
Wandering numbly
Beneath the still sky
Darkness enclosing
As I coldly pass by
My breath is just vapor
A smoke That you see
But I am just hoarfrost
And dead frosted leaves
I walk through the ether
A shadow you see
A ghost in the winter
Frozen and free.
November comes, cold winds in tow,
Thanksgiving feasts, and fireplace glow;
short days, hoarfrost, last pots of mums.
Cold winds in tow, November comes.
November 10, 2011
entered in the November or December Quatrain Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
November 8, 2022
entered in the Bite Size Poem no. 55 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
As summer fades, leaves start to fall;
old memories, you won’t recall
get slowly taken by the worms.
It’s sometimes hard to come to terms
with winter leaving branches bare;
that buds once started growing there.
Your summer’s verdant blush of green
will evermore remain unseen
by multitudes of fruit you bore.
While slowly, hoarfrost chills your core.
Chilly winds and hoarfrost light
collaborate to signify
October’s taken hold.
Distant hills are masterpieces.
God, the Artist, planned the blend
of hues from red to gold.
Mums and pumpkins grace our porches.
Weather varies, day by day,
from gray to bright and bold.
44 words
October 7, 2019, entered in Caren Krutsinger's contest
45 words or fewer, topic: October
In a cool winter day
as the season begins to warm
trees are covered in a coat of white
decorated by hoarfrost
transforming it
to a beautiful winter land
as the wind gently blows
through the branches
with each puff it cascades
settling on the ground below
soon the trees become barren
the coats gently removed
only to be redecorated
on another day in winter's season.
Windows mask the loneliness of youth
gazing through a misted pane of glass
pawing at the wonder of escape
momentary cell mates face to face.
Windows mock the cold of autumn winds
cold dew that drips along the hoarfrost edge
smiley faces drawn on hazy view
a sunbeam aura slowly breaking through.
©9/4/2019
photo #1
Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry contest
Eve Roper sponsor
My world is rusted
and don in a hoarfrost coat
to make a bard of hustler
gods had to skip the code
this may seems wild
but gods are making things
not always as mankind
no soul have wings
and yet it's rises all along
or wind - a jolly lad
despite the lack of tongue
still whistles like a mad
my world is straight
and narrow as poet words
demands no more but faith
of ever-anxious gods
Autumn sets in
Forgotten are the hot,
humid and wet days,
as autumn has reached,
Shivering icy fingers,
hoarfrost consolidates at my window sill,
Early sunset and shortening of days,
light snow sets in spirits,
Champing at the bit
enthusiastic children,
This year sure will sight
an abundant frost on Christmas trees !
Written Sept 26th, 2015
For contest "Seasonal" by Shadow
Her hoarfrost-painted fingernails send
shivers racing down my spine and
while a gaggle of goosebumps
quickly raise the alarm:
for feeling her touch
upon my flesh
I shudder
at my
core.
~
A
frigid
and cruel
hearted mistress
with ice in Her veins,
Winter subjects the land
to Her freezing, bitter winds
while snowflakes bury Fall colors
under bland blankets of white on white.
No morning hoarfrost covered meadows and hills,
just flowers tinted in ochre coloring.
Early blooms of wild jonquil and daffodils ~
A new season has arrived and taken wing.
Farewell Winter snow, and your blustery chills.
Robins trill in welcoming voices, "It's Spring."
Earth gives birth to budded trees and buzzing bees.
Advent's fragrant scents are carried in the breeze.
a gray squirrel sits
motionless atop the fence
winter tugs its tail
silence at daybreak
a weak sun battles hoarfrost
ice diamonds sparkle
a cat shakes its paw
the kittens lost their mittens
a snowman chuckles
the congregation
huddles together in prayer
six feet apart
fun for all ages
Pacman and toilet paper
let the games begin
a lesson not learned
never trust a hungry mouse
to clean up its mess
John G. Lawless
11/24/2020
Oh, I'm mad with the gloom
burning fast to the ground,
I will not be your groom,
You are cold, you are crowned.
You're indifferent as steel,
And the moment's not nice,
Dust of soul, I can feel,
turns in eternal ice.
And the pattern on chest
now is made of hoarfrost,
And the eeriness blessed
that you're not mine, you're ghost.
I'll burn out like the dawn
crumbling to dust so soon,
I am cold when you're gone
And I'm mad with the gloom.
During the frigid night
Hoarfrost has embraced her branches
As a tight fitting tunic,
Tailor made, just for her.
Night wind's chafing bite
Has long since given way to crisp morning air,
And snow has lengthened into fog,
Past where aqueous eyes can take in.
Facing east, car's window rolled down,
A broken barb wire fence, this tree,
And a subtle hint of promise,
Where a rising sun will soon be.
This tree sat alone in a large pasture and was a sight to behold.
The tree
That “Britches” Sees
1-21-2012
During the frigid night
Hoarfrost has embraced her branches
As a tight fitting tunic,
Tailor made, just for her.
Night Wind’s chaffing bite
Has long since given way to crisp morning air,
And snow has lengthened into fog,
Past where aqueous eyes can take in;
Facing east, car’s window rolled down,
A broken barb wire fence, this tree,
And a subtle hint of promise,
Where a rising sun will soon be;
“The fog may come on little cat feet”*
But Autumn eschews silence
The thick crunch of crisp fallen foliage
Hastens the homebound honking of gaggled geese
Soft whispers of falling rose petals
Fade into the haze of hoarfrost
Cold winds whistle wildly through naked Maples
Flags snap loudly to attention
A brutish barn cat recoils from the touch of snow
Squawking ducks slowly slide across an icy crust
Chattering children board a school bus
Winter awaits its curtain call