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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #254 -- Theme: "A cold and snowy day"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Oct 13, 2014.

    The theme for this contest is "a cold and snowy day" (courtesy of @Lemex). You are free to interpret the theme however you wish, but please make sure your poem does take the theme into account in some way.

    All entries are due by 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, November 1. All entries should be posted directly in this thread. Replies will be anonymized by the anonymizer system, and they will be de-anonymized once voting ends. Keep in mind that you're responsible for making sure the formatting of your poem is correct.

    Good luck to everyone who enters!
     
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    A Picture of a Rural Town in Snow

    Snow drifts lap the town
    As people return from work
    In the fields, singing.
     
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    Snowflake

    Last night i dreamed of falling
    From floating pillows in the sky,
    I thought ill gain more time by stalling
    More wind to ride before i die.

    But still i feel the end draw near
    A fate which i do spurn
    I close my eyes now free of fear
    To nothingness i shall return.

    Without a sound i touch the ground
    And to my fate i yield
    A host of brothers all around
    A soft white blanket across the field.
     
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    The Snow Veil

    The snow drifts down
    All through the cottages
    And coats the ground
    Imprisons hostages

    The fire burns but
    The cold prevails
    The white blanket never lifted
    Stuck to them like a veil

    The snow does not go
    The warmth cannot keep it at bay
    For always the cold traps them so
    And forever shall it stay
     
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    Victory Dance

    A cold and snowy day,
    so crystal and so timely.
    I'm walking to the shed,
    where all my tools are lying.

    A nice and snowy day,
    so cool and so refreshing.
    I'm picking up my axe,
    and meeting mister Goslee.

    His fat and precious cat,
    is messing up my snow.
    It's ruining the brightness,
    with its dirty paw.

    A bright and sparkly day,
    except for this one flaw,
    and he won't lift a finger,
    his heart must be so cold.

    But it will look so nice,
    suspended on my axe,
    The white will turn to crimson,
    and all will be just right.
     
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Kiss of Frost

    At the edge of a pond skirted in willow and oak,
    upon a stump of cottonwood she sat.
    A slim figure draped in a smoky cloak,
    tying on skates, tucking curls beneath her hat.

    Poked and shielding, it hid her face,
    its velvet warm, yet very worn.
    It concealed all, but the merest trace,
    of the tears shed for her heart, torn.

    It was here in the fall, in autumn's quiet hour,
    he happened upon her, she of Maple Fire.
    Masked and watching, the fey in full flower,
    was young Aster, uncaring of her mother's ire.

    At the edge of that pond, he had caught her hand,
    whirled her into a dance, ice spearing out,
    across the water, over the sand,
    with the Court looking on as he twirled her about.

    Cold, cold hands and bright, bright soul,
    Jack Frost, the boy she loved, lost...
    Rage took him, his heart no longer whole.
    A beast he became, breathing flame and frost.

    With her own heart breaking, she had fled,
    from the place where she had seen him sleeping,
    believing he had given his heart, as hers had bled,
    into another's devious keeping.

    Only the mercy of a Queen among the fey,
    had stilled the breaking of Aster's heart,
    keeping her shattering fate at bay.
    And so Aster became the Angel of frozen art.

    Silent and still, she abided with the Queen, unknowning of her Jack's fate,
    until the Unicorn brought news of what she had seen.
    And in that moment, Aster knew she had try before it was too late.
    Maple Fire rekindled its flame as Aster left the Queen.

    And with the Unicorn she travelled, down, down...from Glacier's Fountain.
    Swiftly Fleetfoot had brought her back the hollow, now faded and brown.
    There was not frost now, no fey, nor color in the shadow of the mountain,
    Aster puzzled at its loss, her dark brows crumpled in a frown.

    The leaves had surrendered their green, yet still they clung,
    to limb and branch, even though summer was gone and done.
    The waters of the pond, despite the cold, rippled in a song unsung.
    For it was the frost that heralded autumn with all the colours of the sun.

    Aster, even with her wounded heart,
    knew what she had to do.
    For in her soul she carried a memory of Jack's art.
    Touching her skate to the pond, slowly, gently ice spirals, anew.

    The air grows chilled, lacy whifts of breath billow and whirl,
    as Aster pushes off, her fingers bare and aching,
    The pond freezing over, snowflakes begin to twirl,
    as with a kiss of Frost, hoar flowers, she is making.

    There in the amethyst haze at the end of day, Aster swirls,
    as snowflakes dance, kissing her cheeks, dimming the light,
    and from beneath the velvet, poked and worn, creep her curls
    of Maple Fire, burning bright...a beacon to the beast this night.
     
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    The snow
    tumbles down
    in a long floating journey from the ceiling of clouds above until it

    hits
    the palm of my glove.
    Slowly melting, like miniature marshmallows in hot chocolate milk.
     
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    A Cold Winter

    The trees prepare for their fate,

    And we must depart with our own,

    As the birds move south and lift up their wings,

    They can escape this mounting cold,

    I wear your love like mittens,

    Which fits me like a perfect glove,

    The cold scoffs at me with its wicked frost,

    And the clouds like my friends have turned dark,

    Children are playing outside in the snow,

    The old are keeping inside of their warm homes,

    But none have the comfort and joy that you bring to me,

    For you have given me wings,

    To fly away.
     
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    Sublimation

    A thing I’ve not yet seen
    A cold and snowy day
    Would seem to me to set a scene
    Of forlorn odds brought forth to being

    On wartorn sod sharp shadows gnash
    Against a whim to someday sleigh
    Which, bit by bit, begins to fray
    And all too soon will turn to ash

    Through noontide fever one can’t glance
    At blue moonshine on snowflake dance
    My coolest thought, I’m sad to say
    Is absolutely zero chance
     
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    Winter

    Into the woods now
    'Tween lifeless trees
    Beyond spring's bloom
    And autumn's breeze
    Where the bare, careless feet
    Of summer dare not tread
    Whence the last
    Of the halcyons fled
    Into the frost now
    The bite and splinter
    Of winter, ever winter
     
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    Cold War

    Winter is war
    And She is not leaving
    Frost tangles bare branches
    And squeezes out the warmth that came before
    Ice suffocates water
    And all who dwell below
    Must hold their breath and wait
    And shiver
    Let the snow fall where it may
    Insist the world be silent and, for a short while
    White and pristine
    Hush the animals, let them sleep
    Winter is war
    And for now She has won
     
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    Childhood Winter

    White, glistening, cold and wet,
    A nipping feeling I will never forget.
    Childhood winters knee deep in snow,
    Now it seems, too long ago.

    In my adult life, winter has changed,
    The year's seasons, rearranged.
    A winter's morn as bright as a summers day,
    A nip in the air but no snow on the way.

    The nights are still dark with a chill in the air,
    But with a woolly jumper, they are easy to bear.
    I long for a day with snow to my knees,
    It will come in June and kill all the bees.
     
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    A cold and Snowy day.
    I remember taking a breath.


    I inhaled and stood tilting, with armfuls of ideas.
    I veiled the sod wilting, with the arms of ides.
    I've lied and stood wondering.
    a cold breeze and my inebriated mind charms me to bed.
     
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    Worst Enemy
    brrr... was all I could think
    the snow was twinkling outside
    this rotten piece of nothing, stealing the love of my life.
    Can't you hold off another day?
    rap rap rap
    that was my only response.
    the blasted cold hinders my feelings
    What shall I do now?
    I shall wait, and wait, and wait...
     
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