Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#winterblues
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.
0
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
The Snow May Fall
play me an air    a bluebird lament something meant for the breathing   to remember   all i want to hear is a soft melody   sad as the winter still on the wind      let your bow waltz on the strings of my heart     let the sound   of your fiddle set sail play me an air    like the bluebird did      while i dance   with the snow in my hair.
0
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
winter blue lament
Darling, don't forget, or regret, the depths of this pain. Wild flowers bloom only after it's been pouring rain.
0
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Spring Will Come
Winter is going to **** me- force me to dig my own grave and shove me in it before I can catch my breath.
0
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Best & Worst Season
***** subway floors Good commutes Suicide Up these Gotham city walls Water dripping down a ***** stall Cold winter cough you can hear Homeless mans stare on your case Guilt and relief mold your face
0
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Traveler
The world lies in a quiescent state; Darkness robs even more of the light from a planet steadily growing colder. Sounds of the breeze exhaling down the spine of the Old Oak makes me cringe. What's happened to the songs of the forest? This woodland heart, frozen solid by Old Man Winter's icy fingertips, sleeps peacefully among lives that are on pause. A bitter kiss from the old man's lips and we are prepared for our slumber. Eternal dreams preface our resurrection.
0
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
The Dormant Season
i don't do poetry yet here i am writing prose thinking of summer woes i do not do poetry i find it trivial, yet it  makes me feel emotions do not leave me and i only hope text to binary can bring me silence from the deafening screams of wanted dreams because i could not love in the way i want to.
0
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
i don't do poetry
my cold hands hold eachother in the search of warmth because i know, if i let the coldness consume my body it will also consume my mind
0
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
cold