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Frost on the flowers
Petals huddle together
Seek warmth from the sun
Inspired by a photo
SelinaSharday Sep 2021
The outside.
is hot and humid..
sunlight
brings such sweat type bright.
I 'd like to rush to a welcoming blue watered pool.
From the the suns glow.
Realizing it brings out my inner temperature, don't want to show.
Sunlight why can't we be friends.
Show me how to bath in my own heated agitations.
Do You ever what to not be this heated fiery inferno.

Chase the wind ask it to be your chilled comforting pillow!

If you Turn down the flames..
  Then you wouldn't be you.

Untouchable you.
I could learn some lessons from the sun.
And not chose to always run.
    Think I can ever appreciate a summer time wink at it and rest and all be fine.
Summer I wouldn't say you were mine.
I'd be cheating on my winter time.
        Coolness and breezes reaches my inner personality.
The way I like to warm up not cool down.
            snuggle  romantically under covers kiss and hide.
Enjoying heated coffee by tiny sips to comfort.
Winters My man.
With ear muffs and gloved hands.  Tossing snow ***** as snow covers the land. Adoring the seasons.
That matches me for all types of different reasons.
Sun I appreciate when you take it easy!
at 50 to 60 degree temps.
                              Lessons I've learned from you.
The calmer side of you!
Sun hmm I do appreciate you.!
Our similar seasonal temperatures.. such fun.
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, our reality is covering the stashes of our unrealistic fantasies:}


take me away wherever you say

I am prone to your plead and dismay

hold me tight under the bright

just where we are undercover out of the hideous sights

pull me another and linger on me and my covers

for what will you deprive me of your taste of winters

and your shine of summers


                                                                       ------ravenfeels
a damp winter's day
prevailed in our region
dank twas its cold feel
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Mar 2020
A WINTER’S DAY

I counted all the snowflakes
as they filtered through the sky.
They landed on the bare limbs,
the bushes, the eyelids of busy
rabbits, squirrels gathering
supplies. I walked through banks
of snow that seemed to grow
at least a foot an hour. Our fields
in countryside became blankets
thick and cold and no longer
grew green and yellow grains,
but gathered only snow. I know
that birds took cover in woods
not far away;  they say all
animals are wiser than we
know. We see them not, though
they are there where snowflakes
by the trillions fall through frigid
air.  

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Idklove Dec 2019
Waking up with you
Covered in quilts
Cuddling you under the blue sky
Sipping hot coffee with you
Carrying smiles on their face
In hot water tub
We laying like a kids
Staring at water droplets falling makes you
More beautiful
Staring at your lips
Your hips
Makes you warm through my inner fire
Àŧùl Dec 2019
My biological birth anniversary is coming,
Just two weeks are still remaining.

Turning I shall be twenty-nine,
I hope to be at my birthday fine.

Study I shall more for my exams,
These won't get over till later days.

The toughest examination I wrote,
With my blood, I had written it.

May 7th, you know the day,
It is my second birthday.

Second birthday as a disaster,
A disaster that was averted.

The year was Twenty Ten,
Fall I did off the bike then.

Plunged into a deathly coma,
I scared both my Pa and Ma.

However, here I am, rhyming again,
Writing poems to forget the pain.
My HP Poem #1816
©Atul Kaushal
Sumaira Asghar Jan 2019
When you look up
to the darkness alone,
when you feel wind
tickle your bones
and when it whips frost
into your eyelashes,
when the wintry sun
makes ground glitter
with its nascent rays,
when you look at with love
each sculpted flake,
when a smile spreads
on your cold lips,
may you remember me.
Pallavi Dec 2018
Winters are on,
Making me frown....
My heart is freezed.
I don't think I could,
Love anymore.
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