Ma Cherie Mar 2

I have so many musings
my hands they are complaining,
cuz we can't get them all right,
an so quickly jot them down,

An I feel that I'm connected,
to all my friends and my dear neighbors
an all that I can hear is just is that sound!

Of sweet snowflakes as they're falling,
in the silence sweet n pure,
an so softly as I hear them,
touch the ground,

An soon I'll imagine,
oh a winter wonderland,
in a covering in all you see around,

Those lovely floating wisps,
are so intricate-amazing
those parachuting sprites,
here they abound!

If you ever catch one close up,
well you really really oughta,
cuz the labyrinthine in sight
it will astound!

They are happy little ships afloat,
with an octagonal shape,
landing on all  life,
once sorely browned,

Every child and adult,
is now looking up in awe,
as there smiles turning up ,
instead of frowned!

I thought that I was lost,
an I'd never get to see,

but in poetry it seems-
that  I am found!

Ma Cherie © 2017

Happy poetry! Yeah!?  Lol ; ) ❤❤❤ hope you are all well!
Andrew Dunham Feb 14

The sun plays hide-and-go-seek on a midwinter's afternoon,
Darting constantly towards the next available cloud.
Shielded.
Beside my intermittent shadow flutter my companions,
Guided by the ever-changing, blustery gusts.
The snowflakes follow me home.

Windy, wafting whispers winding through dormant branches,
I hold my breath and count to ten to ignore their murmurs.
Gossiping.
Hazy February clouds conceal indistinct peeps.
Should nobody else join me,
The snowflakes follow me home.

As I pass through the threshold and traipse across the floor,
Legs chilled and wavering over creaky wooden planks.
Weary.
But I glimpse once more, out through tempered glass panes,
Reassured and reveling in the knowledge,
The snowflakes follow me home.

Thought about this while walking home in a snowstorm.

People should be a little bit brighter
A little bit happier, don't be a miser.

Why is everyone so quick to anger,
So scared of danger and sick on paper.
Get a life, learn to smile you fakers.
Nothing in this world is gonna make it safer.

Misery loves company trust me it's ugly.
They came to be lovely til their feelings need cuddling.
Coddling is more like it, insulating even.
They don't realize they're insinuating treason.

Inciting some violence by some violet snowflakes.
Protesting the silence with science and show dates.

Our heroes reborn, a new purpose and will.
All zeroes now scorned by the true service of skill.

Pamela Rae Jan 6

As I gaze upon this white blanket of snow
I realize that forever there will be
so very much I do not know--
but one thing I do know beyond any doubt
is that someday when my world ends
you will forever hold and carry my heart about
and keep it safe, tucked inside with yours too
and our love, our warmth for one another
will forever live on just as the snowflakes do--
for even though they'll melt
and someday fade away
they'll reform again
some fine cold, winter's day
and when the snowflakes fall down to you
my heart will be embedded in them
and my love will be forever true...
(just as I know your love will forever be
with me too)
©Pamela Rae 1.06.2017

for those we leave behind...
Iampureart Jan 4

In the night the once empty, cold world turned into a white paradise.
the snowflakes are still falling down,
from its once owner -
the dark grey gloomy sky.
just to bring the feeling of pure
happiness  down to earth.
weightless, slowly and gently falling.
I can't stop staring at them,
they fall so peacefully and they reminded me of myself, especially when I fell for you.
I couldn't see it coming, and I had no idea what would happen after I fall,
but I couldn't help myself,
all I knew was that I will leave in some kind of way, a tiny imprint of myself on your beautiful soft skin, so that you would think of me whenever a snowflake crosses your way, because snow is rare,
just like me, and you'll notice that,
when I - leave.

- I know it's not your fault that you do not notice how special I actually am, you're still hurting but one day you will and maybe you would give me a chance when I already left.
Maria Etre Dec 2016

Your kisses
are snowflakes
that fall on my skin
like delicate lace
and slowly melt
as my passion
heats
for
more

Charleigh Huston Dec 2016

The finest tune plays,
Through December streets -
A girl’s eyes twinkle;
Amidst the snow’s velvet sheets.

And if every heart was her snow?
They would drift in grace -
For no snowflake;
Ever falls in the wrong place.

Erin Nicole Dec 2016

White Lips,
Pale Face,
Breathing in Snowflakes..

Ed Sheeran ~ The A Team ~ Great Song!! Melts me every time.
Dawn Nov 2016

Peeking in to a dream,
an enchanted soldier stood resolute--the exaggerated jaw.
A tousled head and wide eyes saw
a graceful lady's brise' to a snowflake's sound;
an eager body warmed by feather down
with curious feet and hands
climbed over a frosted edge into a wonderland.
Passion and purity waltzed to tell a tale,
foretold a longing heart, a face as pale.
A single flake fused to a blushing cheek.
Imagination stirred whimsy, the gift.
Unwrapping it with tender fingertips then a smile,
there--was the present for a little while.
Dreaming dreams that only romantics dreamt. (drehmt)
A hopeful child beheld the joy only seeker's slept.

Sean Ryan Nov 2016

The snowflakes danced around us,
Innocently we danced with them,
And as flowers in the spring we blossomed.
Bathing in the sweet shine of the summer evening.
Slowly we fell with the autumn leaves, dying, decaying, rotting.
And eventually the snow melted,
And with it, melted all laughter, joy, purity, happiness and love.
Gone.

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