Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Lament for Joggers

I see you, winter,

I get what you’re doing.

But this year, my dear,

I won’t just hand you the ruin.

 

**** them with kindness, they said,

so this year, my dear,

it’s full-on kindness mania, you bet.

 

Kisses and cuddles,

caressing to the bone.

 

This year, my dear,

I set the tone.

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
cat1
30 / M / Berlin, Germany
Published
Dec 21, 2025
Lines·Words
11·53
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell cat1 how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v26.9 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write