#winters
Winters
I’ve never seen snow,
but from what I know, u always sounded like my snow —
pretty, cold, unforgettable.
Every time someone says winter,
it’s your cold eyes, your long silky hair,
your fair skin that even snow couldn’t compare.
But now you’re gone…
and all that’s left is this chill in my chest,
like winter stayed behind when you didn’t.
I still think of you —
not like warmth,
but like a snowfall I never touched,
a beauty I lost
before I could hold it.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
The falling of leaves in autumn,
Showcasing the footprints of winter.
The chilly winds whisper of summer’s warmth,
Making my body regret not soaking it in.
My mind collapses,
Like leaves falling from a tired tree,
Reminding me I missed the bloom of spring.
Now it’s time for hoodies and pyjamas,
Trapped inside a blanket,
Missing the days
When my sweat was free.
Or maybe I would not enjoy again,
Cause now I’ve made comfort in the trap.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
I love winters,
It's my favorite season, I said.
And then turned to you and asked "what's yours?"
You said you didn't have one and I pouted.
I love winters.
I can just hold your hand closer and hug you a little tighter-
because you are my little streak of sunshine on the coldest days.
I love winters.
Because I learned you carry an extra jacket for me,
And now I always forget mine.
I love winters.
I get to make you my favorite hot chocolate,
and you always buy us matching mugs-
we have a little collection now!
I love winters.
You are always cute, but the rosy specks of pink on your face make my heart skip a beat.
You love that red sweater-dress.
I hope you know I wear it just for you-
even though it's not my style anymore.
I love winters.
I have always loved winters, everything in winter is a little more magical to me.
But gosh, I love you more,
because after our first winter-
when I took you along for all my little rituals,
you said winter was your favorite too!
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
*She’s Winter's diamond,
A snow-caged soul,
Like January’s snowdrop,
Comes weeping low
Her tears of frost
Ignite the road
A saintly ghost
With a touch so cold
A frostbitten angel,
Numb of pain
A bloodless canvas,
Forged in vain
Yet—
As simple as water,
Guised in eminence
Beneath the gale,
A child's innocence
Ignite the ground,
She will fade
Into oceans of ice,
Once a frozen jade
Gaze upon,
You will see
A reflection of her,
A tragedy.*
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
The Unbearable Winter’s mist
The winter’s mist,
peculiar,
the sky augurs
blue and sun mellow,
but clouded vision
begets and besets,
my own and owned
melancholy vision is
a consequential
snake like blurry speckled band,
of my own drawing,
covering my eyes,
when I read Márai‘s
wit, write, legal writ,
but with my corrected
add
of the
un
and my own self assigned
grade is a bright red
F
eye of the beholder
Life becomes unbearable
*”when one has come to
terms with who one is,
both in one's own eyes
and in the eyes of the world.
We all of us must come to terms
with what and who we are, and
recognize that this wisdom is not
going to earn us any praise, that
life is not going to pin a medal on
us for recognizing and enduring
our own vanity or egoism or
baldness or our potbelly. No, the
secret is that there's no reward
and we have to endure our characters
and our natures as best we can, because
no amount of experience or insight is
going to rectify our deficiencies, our
self-regard, or our cupidity. We have
to learn that our desires do not find
any real echo in the world. We have
to accept that the people we love
do not love us, or not in the way
we hope. We have to accept betrayal
and disloyalty, and, hardest of all,
that someone is finer
than we are in
character or intelligence.”*
Sándor Márai
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
just because
i like winter
it doesn't mean
i like people with cold hearts
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC
#*
Frost on the flowers
Petals huddle together
Seek warmth from the sun*#
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
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.!
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
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
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
a damp winter's day
prevailed in our region
dank twas its cold feel
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
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
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
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
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
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.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
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.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Winters are on,
Making me frown....
My heart is freezed.
I don't think I could,
Love anymore.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
It's winter.
I look out of my window,
wondering when the cold breeze
will hit my face,
playing a rhythm in my heart,
emptying my mind;
I wait.
Days pass,
I wait.
A few weeks gone now,
I'm waiting.
It's night,
I miss the moon,
who is nowhere in sight.
I sit in front of the window,
disappointed by the nature,
regretting my love for winters.
I can see someone lighting a fire,
trying to make themselves warm,
and then I realize,
I have a heart too cold,
the breeze can't satisfy me,
I need it to snow.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
#There I was yet again –in the middle of my thoughts. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts take me wherever they could. Every breath seemed like it lasted a lifetime. Every intake felt like a new life innovating my consciousness. I was high on the hope for something new. I had broken pieces of my heart in my left hand –weighing me down and down. But I kept on holding onto the rope of rejoice with my right hand. As bizarre as it sounds, I felt good. I felt relieved with my dark side and the brighter side. The car horns in amidst of this city echoed -one after the other. It was as if everything was finally in its right place. It was as if I was finally who I were supposed to be. Every thing I was feeling —all made sense. My freezing hands, the cool breeze against my face, the tears stuck in my eyes, the crowded streets, the sound of giggles coming from a distance –this city made me feel alive once again.#
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Do not be our time with us
Do not change
Let everything be as always
Let everything be as usual
I want to be as always
Do not change
I want to be as always
And never another never
Oh Time Time
Do not change us do not change
Oh time Time
Do not change us do not change
Never
After so many winters
After so many years
Leave us time like this
which we have always been
Leave and do not change anything
never
do not change
Oh time Time
Do not change us do not change
Oh time Time
Do not change us do not change
Never
Oh time Time
Do not change us do not change
Oh time Time
Do not change us do not change
Never
2017
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Mountains Calling,
As my love for them grows
copious greenery adding
an extra CHILL
making winters special-
Here I come Banbasa
to find my old love
and make new love with YOU !!!
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
i've come to realise
that with every fallen snowflake
the life of one unknown to me
is reflected in its icy self.
a snowflakes very existence relies on the individuality of its structure, similar to that of a human life.
everyone has a different story to tell
complicated to those who don't know
complicated to those who do know
complicated to all in a sense because
we sit by and wonder why
why are we here?
what is the meaning of true purpose when
uncertainty plagues the minds of all who breathe
living in a time when the youth of our generation are born into an age so filled with hurt
hate
pain
no common sense in a place where so many have tried to fight for the right of humanity.
all we receive is inhumane behaviour and injustice
uncaring and shallow acts when all we wish for is fairness and equality
you see, although every snowflake is different
their independent beauty co-depends on one another's existence
how can you have a blizzard with a single snowflake?
their imperfections bring out their perfections
each one has a tale to tell
each one brings out the beauty in one another.
similar to human life
have you ever realised the silent beauty in a cold winters snow?
how when engulfed in a snowstorm, you are able to accept peace into your mind, you're able to let go?
you're actually able to think for a moment, and realise
the clarity that silence holds
all that finally unfolds
when
you're able to take a moment for yourself and
let out the breath you've unknowingly held
you're finally able to delve
into a sense of true finality
a final sense of...
raw serenity.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
we loved her
through
them
wooden fence post
she fell
on
the
ground
she fondled my mind
while we mowed the lawn
we couldn't
get our
mind
back
till she
made me
lemonade
her bee sting
made my vision
blurr
we
want
to stay
we love
her
?
...
..
.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
Northern part of my India,
It is worse when it is cold.
Far worse in winters,
Than in summers.
Many people freeze to death.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Cracking necks and sneezing to prevent
Pure evil from letting go your misguided
Soul from this hell and her hell and his
Hell is a lot different than what it might
Seem in his or her eyes,
We prevail,
To be human beings in these dark times,
Pushing and pacing and paving numbers of
The population while playing sick games,
When all we want is sunny days with fresh
Cut grass,
Playing Frisbee in cold winters and make
Beds for summer,
Some are quite good swimmers,
Some are good runners,
in the grass we go.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC