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Hussein Dekmak Apr 2018
"You are not fresh", suggested my flesh.
Yet, every gem of my body tells me that I am fresh,
And all the snowflake's songs whisper in my ear that I am fresh!

“You are not fresh", asserted my intellect.
Yet, my deeds have the fragrance of  flowers,
And my thoughts are painted with the color of spring!

“You are not fresh”, sighed my heart.
Yet, my days keep blossoming with joy and happiness,
And my imagination is colored with boyish dreams!

“You are not fresh” whispered my conscience.
Yet, youth is not measured by age, but by the number of smiles
 You draw on people's faces, and the lives you touch!

“You are not fresh” insisted my ego.
Yet, the moon has become more elegant with brightness after long age,
And the sun has revealed more beauty after shining for millions of years!

Hussein Dekmak
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Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
Icy doilies
Murmuring
Dropping illusions
Of pledges and confirmations

A bitter day
Visions of amore
The avenues we choose
Decide our fate

Bobbing, pirroetting, snow
Composing a concord
Of abashment and bedlam
Tipping to and fro

Advising mice and squirrels
Not to venture outside
Lest they be swallowed
By a blustering freeze

Sputter and cough
Wheeze and wallow
Litter the earth
With frosty white tears
I wrote this in seventh grade. I think I just liked showing off my impressive vocabulary.
Lari Z Jan 2018
The sound of snowflakes
is peace. Many snowflakes: both
beauty and bother.
Hello poetry kept deleting my poems on Jan. 15...@_@
Janna Dec 2017
It was created for one purpose

To hit where its brothers had landed

And stay

But as it was drifting Aimlessly down

It saw you

It saw your smile

Heard you laugh

Saw the completely original uniqueness of you.

An in that moment its heart burst and rapidly regrew
With a new purpose in mind.

To touch you,

So as it drifted down it swayed from its brothers hoping to find you.

It wiggled and squirmed and moved all about

Until it finally landed

On your nose

As I hugged your red nose did you hear it?

What it whispered to you?

I did

I heard the soft ‘I love you’

Before its grip on you faded and melted away.
The sweet soft suicide of a snowflake

It certainly wasn't the first to fall in love with you,

And it won't be the last.
anotherdream Dec 2017
Life is like snowflakes for not one moment is the same.
For you can never repeat and go back to a day,
Where you enjoyed life and lived it with purpose.
And yet we struggle with it because we think it’s not worth it.

Every moment, every breath will never repeat.
So make the most of each one so that when you look back and see,
Your history and wasted time of your past,
You’ll recall that you have to make every second last.

Moments are snowflakes for not one is the same.
Not one is identical in form, color or shade.
There may be many of them in the wind but they’re still unique.
But they are always there for you when you feel so tired and weak.

The wind surrounds us and tells us we can’t keep drifting,
Causing our confidence to melt down and start shifting.
Not one snowflake is the same for they’re so beautifully complicated.
Each pattern is so intricate as if it stated,

“I am myself and that is okay.”
“For if I never wake up I can still say,
‘You are loved.’”
After all, your patterns were created with the Father’s hands above.
Richard Grahn Dec 2017
i see you
in the snowflakes
dancing
We had a light snow-shower today. One of the flakes landed in my mouth, a tiny, chilly inspiration pill.
Really feel warm between snowflakes
Put my hand on my neck
Breath in,breath well, feel the fresh air
Now I want clearly to share
I maybe confused insight
Close my eyes ,but
Feel you still here ,holdin my hand
Darling we can dance on the ground
Listening to our favorite song
Soon we'll be here for long
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