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old willow Feb 2021
The mountain is hard to climb, river shifted,
I have no trickle or mote of strength.
I see that now the window's bright again.
Besides the road, cloudy mist feed into blossom,
Each petal further adding one more to spring.
My sigh mourn in snow dust,
Yearning, my writing continue to spread.
quinn Mar 2021
grey snow rushes at me
just how the world would be if i
understood it. the sky
is spread out, mystified, as if
i read its hieroglyphs
and from them gain the gift, the one
guidance long forgotten,
lest it pulls us undone. i read.
trying out new poetic forms lol!
Shounak Feb 2021
Here like a tree I stand,
hope they see the shade I give,
Or be a river if I must,
till they hear me flow

Am I not seen?
I look down at my hands
Oh what plans do they have,
for this is just one wicked dance

The brightness of this star
is something they shall not know,
Being an invisible man,
I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.
Not getting something you think you deserve is a painful thing, makes you feel undervalued and confused, one cannot proclaim to the world of his greatness, only your deeds may speak for you.
Winter snow  today
Beautiful postcard vieuws
Memories to stay
are made today.

Shell ✨🐚
Ghostverses Feb 2021
Snow.
White, fluffy, wet.
Snow.
Smiles, laughs, joy.
Snow.
Air, ice, clouds.
Snow.
Every flake is unique on it's own.
Snow.
Apart as but together make tons.
Snow.
Schools are out, students are about.
Snow.
Cars are sliding, trucks are providing.
Snow.
Roads are frozen, salt is spreadin'.
Snow.
You are the reason why I stay in the-
Snow.
I made this in the middle of my first period class. Hope you enjoy! <3
David P Carroll Feb 2021
On a snowy night
Cold and wet  
I am I'm covered
Like a snowman
But she says I already am.
Snowman ☃️⛄
The snow may fall

But I'll hold my tears
Alone I face my haunting fears

The snow may fall

Against my tongue
But I feel nothing, all is numb

The snow may fall

Atop my home
Unlike those flakes, I'm all alone

The snow may fall

Yet never land
For this is it, my final stand.
The snow outside my window inspired this one.
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2021
Pine needles in my head
Snowbird starts to fly
A want of apricity
Enters my blood stream
Like lukewarm sea water
Enters hiemal streams
I'm sprawled facedown
An angel or so
Below the snow
The taste of frost
Technically wintergreen
From your breathy kiss
Hinting at a return
To rays of affection
And the crush of limbs
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