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Farah Taskin Nov 2021
Cold
also
bites
the thoughts
Invisible
dust
and visible
mist
The foggy
sun
doesn't sparkle any more
The soggy
moon
loses the shimmer
The freezing weather
The flora and fauna shiver
The flame
of love can't warm
me
It only
singes
the
heart
Celine Ngo Nov 2021
winter winds shook my branches
killed my leaves, so i guess i'll leave
chilled my roots and its plain to see
the willow tree was never meant to be
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Wrap your spring
in the winter.
Only to unleash it
on the rose later.
Danielle Nov 2021
Winter,
the decaying of life

Light;
sheer and lustrous

that's how your eyes glisten on the first fall  of snow

Cold is the night as it nestled on the nook of my neck; a familiarity
though, a sun-warmed skin mended the aching cold.

You were all what is left; a hope I keep when I wonder if there is a place for us among the ruins.

Hope;
an anticipation.

You:
the gift of winter.
While Mother Earth watches herself die,
Sees her fields fade to brown
And trees bare their bones,
We sit and watch frozen tears glisten
Falling from eyes gone grey and cloudy,
Covering the dead in a sheet of white
To wait patiently for the breath of rebirth

©KNL
Erian Rose Nov 2021
mid-afternoon sunrays beam
against the blanketed city snow,
your miles away this December
wishing on the same falling stars.

Saturday trains murmur dusk-cascaded gleam
you're across the Atlantic shore
seasonal depression combating
last-second windswept bliss

unfinished song-writes seem
inkless on half-folded paper airplanes
for hidden chances and empty truths
lone twilight in streetlights mold
When the leaves have all run red as blood
And trees stand empty-handed
Diamond snow will blanket all
A land, by winter, branded

©KNL
Dave Robertson Nov 2021
Dusk inside, sometimes

Sometimes out

A heart shout, above cloud thrill

Given infinite patience

Standing still, still, still
Dave Robertson Nov 2021
The slapping second hand wakes
to the mute, orange-dark room
of a life again crepuscular,

commutes before dawn, after dusk
and the yearn for vitamin D
become the norm

in the near distance
supermarket music tickles
glitter and tinsel

the bright idiocy of Yuletide
before the treacle dark inside
Batool Oct 2021
One winter night,
when it's all cold and dark
memories stirr a pain
that will again leave a mark

Silent screams that echo
words that claw at soul
heart then pumps the agony
and you start loosing control

the darkness then seeps in
and coldness that follow
morning sun then shines
on a heart that's left hollow !!
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