"snowlight" poems - Hello Poetry

Startled by my reflection In the open window Living room straight back through the kitchen Blue snowlight Stares through me Seeing out all day long, forgetting The night drops black curtains quiet when no one's looking, instead Of out I see in Brave and solitary The one waits true Bright unsecret Blood rushing real Whispering cure He can see pain and touch it away with golden sincerity

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Mar 4, 2010

Mar 4, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC

miranda-peterson

Golden Sincerity

Startled by my reflection In the open window Living room straight back through the kitchen Blue snowlight Stares through me Seeing out all day long, forgetting The night drops black curtains quiet when no one's looking, instead Of out I see in Brave and solitary The one waits true Bright unsecret Blood rushing real Whispering cure He can see pain and touch it away with golden sincerity

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*A frosted veil with haunting voice Ice shattered raining from skies A world below but I know it not Starlight above a longing for love*

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC

jack-jenkins

Snowlight

*A frosted veil with haunting voice Ice shattered raining from skies A world below but I know it not Starlight above a longing for love*

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If I was meant to kiss your Lips are sealed on our transgressions of the Night, sacred sidewalk, we stroll down the road in the Twilight's half light ushers in snowlight In winter, your hand is mine. In spring, the snow is melting Slowly I want to feel the years melt by with You are exquisite, my dear, my Mango paradise and lazy hot summer Sunshine brushes your hair with gold Foil my character flaws, and I hope I make you Happy and content only that I am madly in love with you. Take a step back: imagine if we had never Met some guy yesterday who told me our love is Beautiful are the leaves that burn in the Fall deeper into the spiral that is your Light packing is all I need to fly to you. The little things matter; like when your Laugh because we have today and smile because I have claimed your Hand it to you, you know how to make me feel like you Love me, as magpies do, iridescent and for Life is brighter when you're Here. My words to you are broken sometimes but you make me whole.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC

halfcreme

End of my beginning

If I was meant to kiss your Lips are sealed on our transgressions of the Night, sacred sidewalk, we stroll down the road in the Twilight's half light ushers in snowlight In winter, your hand is mine. In spring, the snow is melting Slowly I want to feel the years melt by with You are exquisite, my dear, my Mango paradise and lazy hot summer Sunshine brushes your hair with gold Foil my character flaws, and I hope I make you Happy and content only that I am madly in love with you. Take a step back: imagine if we had never Met some guy yesterday who told me our love is Beautiful are the leaves that burn in the Fall deeper into the spiral that is your Light packing is all I need to fly to you. The little things matter; like when your Laugh because we have today and smile because I have claimed your Hand it to you, you know how to make me feel like you Love me, as magpies do, iridescent and for Life is brighter when you're Here. My words to you are broken sometimes but you make me whole.

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Snowlight White snowlight, glowlight, brightening the woods By praying down the sky to float among The dark and creaking pillars of ancient oaks Whose trunks and limbs are black with clinging ice Drear, mouldering autumn leaves now lie at rest Beneath soft-shoaling ripples of rare snow Pale, iridescent light dances between The clouds and the ground, and then back again Shadowless colorings, pearlings, and frosts At play with miracles in January.

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Snowlight

Snowlight White snowlight, glowlight, brightening the woods By praying down the sky to float among The dark and creaking pillars of ancient oaks Whose trunks and limbs are black with clinging ice Drear, mouldering autumn leaves now lie at rest Beneath soft-shoaling ripples of rare snow Pale, iridescent light dances between The clouds and the ground, and then back again Shadowless colorings, pearlings, and frosts At play with miracles in January.

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