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Poem Details | by John Watt |
Categories: death, grief, love hurts, november, winter,

Winter's Gateway

November, as the poets say -
autumn's demise, winter's gateway.
Its shortened days and longer nights
descending, death is in her sights:
leaves fall, as is their yearly fate,
and beasts prepare to hibernate.

November, as my lady lies
so silent, moving not her eyes -
with ashen skin, lips cold as death,
I wait in vain to feel her breath.
Her soul immortal, this I know,
yet in this life I'll grieve her so.

Written 26 November 2020

Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh |
Categories: death, nature, seasons, winter, winter,

October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: death, sad love, winter,

Past the Graveyard: Rondeau

Past the graveyard deep in snow
where icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps
as memories in warmth she keeps,
all dressed in black like winter crows.

Still muted angels' trumpets blow
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
past the graveyard.

As by the iron fence I go
the granite gapes in pewter rows. 
My heart into my throat now leaps;
her mortal love in silence sleeps
in frozen ground while snowflakes blow
past the graveyard.


This is a rewrite of my Terzanelle, "I Pass the Graveyard".

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,


whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness

Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Originally posted on October 23, 2018

Poem Details | by Varise Duxbury |
Categories: death, imagination, visionary,

Eve of Winter

Frozen enchantress
Of beauty untold
Sought for 
The glacial summer.

Soul withdrawn 
By painful slumber.
Eyes of silence,
Cold lips of fury.

Auspice of death
The twisted tongue 
Of water.

The vile plunging
Of raging sleep
Left dreams
Of sweet revenge.

So ends 
The immortal with life
As it closed its eyes 
For eternity.

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: grave, snow, storm, tree, winter,

winter haiku

geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell 

white frost at daybreak 
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog

an ice blizzard blows
weaving through the forest trees ~
white carpet of snow 

moisture and cold air
forming ice on window glass ~
ice flower bouquet 

water drips freezing
a tapering mass of ice ~
limpid stalactite 

cross or wreath made from
aquifoliaceae ~
placed at the graveside

Written 17th October 2020. 

Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: death,

Winter of Life

A lonely coffin, bleak and bare,
with only undertakers there.
The vicar, saddened by the sight,
envisioned everlasting light,
and prayed a lost and loveless soul
could find salvation and be whole.

She didn't care about the scene -
and if the churchyard trees were green,
or wintry branches, void of life -
she only knew she was a wife,
a mother, granny, aunt, and friend.
The loneliness was at an end,
and now with parents, siblings, pets,
her tears were over, no regrets.

The vicar turned and walked away;
he'd three more funerals that day...

written 2nd January for Emile's Winter contest

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, death, life, nature, winter,

- Haiku X 139 - oh so beautiful -

                                         swans on frozen lake

                                   ice crystals melt in sun rays -

                                    death ... takes the weakest

                                  Three Lines - Poetry Contest
                      Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings 
                                  ~ 1st place in the contest ~

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: death, winter,

The Long Winter Night

The long Winter night is indeed long For the raven in swift motion For now has gone As moonlit fields lie in bitter freeze The Long Night Moon of shadowed intent Climbs between the frigid trees For the raging winds of memories lost Pushing snow drifts from mountain tops Lies upon our souls a bitter frost And death now our only thought

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: beautiful, death, life, snow, winter,

A Song Of Nature For You

As Twilight's Calm Calls The Night A Simple Song Resonates In The Corners Of My Mind And In A Moment Gazing Alone From The Frozen Silence In Crystal Mirrors Of Infinite Grace Winter's Blanket Elated In Moonlight Silently Whispers Within A Prayer For You _____________________________ CONTEST 12 Of My Poem Titles

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, loss, Lullaby, sad,


i peer
through lacy curtains
that night has sewn
upon my window

at footsteps
that lead to you

the stars weave themselves
between the clouds
of winter's loom

a cold wind howls
beneath the unseen moon
in soft pitched tones
as if a mother's lullaby

i feel the hands of time
gently tapping
from the edge of night
and sanity
in the distance
as a blizzard
of memories
come rushing
over me

i stand here
stranded alone
beneath the shadows
and watch
as my footsteps
fade to white

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: death, winter,

Winter Years

Winter Years Oh gone is the fall, in its wake comes the sorrow, the gray icy sting of dark winter to follow. Oh gone is the fall, no more time left to borrow, as winter portends the sad end to tomorrow. Sandra M. Haight ~9th Place~ Contest: Four Lines ~ Deep and Dark Poetry Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 09/23/2015

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: death, farewell, funeral, winter,

A Winters Funeral

The church of Saint Ann is by the river
Fifty sad mourners standing at its gate
A cold December chill made them shiver
Ice on the roads caused the hearse to be late.

Twenty minutes late, then it did arrive
Six pallbearers shouldered the coffin in
The mourners couldn’t wait to get inside
Leading the mourners were the next of kin.

A lovely service and the choir sang
Readings were read by friends and family 
The service now over the church bell rang
All made their way to the cemetery.

The coffin was lowered, more prayers were said
Then on to the wake for hot soup and bread.

Written on 13th July 2018

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, grave, snow, winter,

buried again

a wreath of emotions falling among the silence of winter's breath
white whispers float down~ your name lies hidden beneath~ january's wake

January 3, 2019
Ku Duet poetry contest
Sponsored by Silent One

Poem Details | by Jeff W. Watson |
Categories: beauty, death, december, grave, snow, winter,

White on Grey

Fallen flakes of pure white snow,
Laid to rest on sculpted stone.
Keeping their vigil; a silent duty,
A scene of strangely eerie beauty.

Bowing old trees heavy laden,
From the white touch of the Winter Maiden.
For she has made up a cold white bed,
Weaving a blanket to warm the dead.

If those passed on could rise and see,
They would truly rest in peace.
For they would know the quiet grace,
Which she has come to make this place.

Naught but names etched on stone,
Remembered, forgotten, unknown.
And Lady Winter weaves her lace,
And decorates with white on grey.

Poem Details | by Edoja Faith |
Categories: death


I bares my bosom to 
the open wind.

caressing and kissing 
enternal peace to 
what only heart can 

I have stayed too 
on this night of dead 

Muttered lips gives 
birth to words from 
frozen and senile 

No farewell,  
thankless,i departed 
as my heart sleeps 
with the ice and 

what is left of me? 
The silver tears of 
angelic wife,such 
golden goddess.

And the wail of 
cherubic kids. 
With my fore i now lie.

Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: grief,

Winter Haze

on hazy gray days
I gaze up to the heavens
to find your lost light…

By: Tim Ryerson
Date: 2/18/2014
Motif: Nature

Poem Details | by Jacob Welch |
Categories: absence, grief, introspection, romance, song, sorrow, winter,

Winter's Requiem

Winter’s requiem:
A solemn note,
frozen solid.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, dark, death, depression, grave, loneliness, winter,

Self Loathing

Wither away in my old shoes
rust brown thoughts
sorrow is not anyone's possession
a single tear belongs to us all
I know
I have stolen the book of wisdom
in the blackness of life
looking back
I see it all
sad songs
beaten dreams

In a broth scolded hot
boiling all my clichés
steam fills the windows pain
but I do not see this

A burden of proof
I can no longer carry
the light switch , switched off
the stars sleep

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: beautiful, death, funeral, nature, uplifting, winter,


Instance of combustion
Light, Heat, Flame
A burning mass
As on a hearth
Destructive conflagration
Greek fire

21 February 2013

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: lost, nature,

Blue Winter Death

the womb
of silent death
where Summer tree's
sway no more

we search each cloud
in muted 
in hope
a dream shall climb above

where silent hearts
as blue as death
crawl beneath
a vale no more

I scream of Summer
a hymn of love
And run beyond the wind

before the chill 
of night    

within the womb
of silent death
where Summer tree's
sing no more

Poem Details | by Zeki Majed |
Categories: arabic, betrayal, death, violence, war, winter, wisdom,

The Graveyard Rose

She was beautiful, unlike any other
She stood high above the ground, shining with bright colours
Had she grown somewhere else
People would line up to take in her scent
But she was lonely,
The only rose to rise where the dead lie
So nobody ever came to keep her alive
Yet she still grows
In a field of snow, a picture so cold
There, the red beauty stands warm
As if her roots had grabbed the center of the Earth below
In a loving embrace, never willing to let it go

There she stood
A soul so misunderstood
The graveyard rose

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: funeral, lost love, winter,

It Snowed That Day

. . . And I pressed my palm against my heart, I was holding in the ache and the pain; my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice, snow fell and melted into tears. I was holding in the ache and the pain, the weeping mourners were fading away; snow fell and melted into tears, this love will be forever, I whispered. I was holding in the ache and the pain, my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice; the weeping mourners were fading away, and I pressed my palm against my heart. ____________________________ March 19, 2015 Poetry/Verse/It Was Snowing That Day Copyright Protected, ID 655-337-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.

Poem Details | by Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. |
Categories: age, april, august, autumn, beautiful, beauty, boat, change, death, february, happy, imagination, introspection, january, journey, july, june, life, nature, november, october, summer, tree, winter,

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: angst, bereavement, death, loneliness, lost love, winter,

When the Wicked Winter Comes


When the wicked winter comes
seeping past the wards she keeps,
she looks on as he succumbs,
thanking God it's while he sleeps.

She finds she is ill prepared
when the wicked winter comes,
to let go the life they shared.
Anguish swings its pendulums.

Heartbreak's endless requiems,
rites for which she dearly pays,
when the wicked winter comes,
blight her solitary days.

Tears remain behind her eyes,
years maintain the interums,
yet she still finds pain's surprise, 
when the wicked winter comes.