Frost Poems - Poems about Frost

...Remember the quietude inside? Is it lukewarm from the bitter outside? Now, the chaos takes over Understand that you’re not alone and there’s nowhere to truly hide Just turn over another clover ......Read the rest...

...Ye old poets, cause my demise. My fingers release no signature. Foolishly, in foolish times, used to instant gratification, I want to leave a comment. Ye old poets, what you do to me; get und......Read the rest...

...The shadow of a tree has fallen on the morning garden. It moves with slow steps and leaves its trail of frost, as if it were telling the time as the day progresses. The grasses, freed from......Read the rest...

...Happened upon black-eyed Susans, so bright and beautiful. I stopped and looked, snapped a picture with my cell, drew back breath and sighed; eyed with appreciation, didn’t matter where I found ......Read the rest...

...________________________________________________________________ Like the Sun, in its brightness and thoughts that equals it shine......Read the rest...

... "Bright Star Rose" Bright Star shone on the bright side far beyond the dark side Bright Star let the dark slide between and underneath the cracks burning in the roa......Read the rest...

... B’rrrrr Miracle Man 5/22/2024 I’ve always survived in cold winter’s throes, generally by putting on more layered clothes. no frost bit finger, for I didn’t linger, I protected my......Read the rest...

... In a province exploited by prejudiced seasons, a minority ebony rose is taunted by prominent i v o r y l i l i e s. Biased blossoms ridiculing tones of its charcoal petals, ......Read the rest...

...Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought, Constan?a, ancient priestess, wears veils woven from the whirl of time. Timi?oara, enchanting and magical, sways to rhythms of foam and salt,......Read the rest...

...In the West, stories are heard, shining at the threshold of a new era, That we can mold again the raw clay of human nature, Reconstructing from the ashes of time, a dream Eden, fresh and new. As i......Read the rest...

...I am sorry, but you don’t understand me Ladies, I am sorry. I apologize for my behavior But that is correct. I needed you. Loved you. Be my muse and mentor and my life is yours. Gone Understa......Read the rest...

...The birth of Springtime in ways it’s seeming, Fresh from the hive, the bees will now fly fine. Surges of honey drops, it’s been teeming. Pollen from honeysuckle on the vine.   Premonitions temp ......Read the rest...

... There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, f......Read the rest...

...~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Spring: Beginning, the practice run, Hello, hallowed ..., Aubade; Cringe reflections and spare the fun, hues, tints, oh yes, ......Read the rest...

...The light is more present than it use to be. Spiderweb hopes hang heavy with dew tears - Resilient against the odds! The frost finger fears: a threat still lurking ...in the darkness... Tiny tru......Read the rest...