c'mon, all the cool kids are doing it
Ode to...White Stuff...and i dont mean toothpaste
Upon the coldest nights,
from the stars and clouds of wispy white,
they come upon us, angels
floating down from darkened sky.
The winds begin to laugh and play
as the flakes slide down from winter’s way,
holding steady onto frozen ground
from a forgotten home in which they fly.
Oh snow, oh freedom has now come,
turning limbs and fingers numb.
The joyous moments passing through;
Heaven’s world of puffy white.
I’m left content with inner peace
as bitter warmth begins to cease;
my blanket of solitude
as the stars disperse into the light.
Waking up in shocked surprise;
sunlight reflects upon my eyes.
My home, a field of frozen flair;
miseries repressed within the gleam.
The nature bonding to the world we know,
entrapping us with no place to go,
as we scream in delight with greater pleas
while faults have further been redeemed.
The glass is glittered with deepest freeze
glancing through the windows, simple tease.
The whitest beauty brings up deeper heart beat
and through the cold, our icy faces glow.
Home, at last, enlists us for the day.
No bother yet to wander, no reason left to stray.
The relaxing, steady breathing of the night...
Oh wondrous winter moment are you, snow.
i hate writing happy poems. they seem so...idiotic.
Upon the coldest nights,
from the stars and clouds of wispy white,
they come upon us, angels
floating down from darkened sky.
The winds begin to laugh and play
as the flakes slide down from winter’s way,
holding steady onto frozen ground
from a forgotten home in which they fly.
Oh snow, oh freedom has now come,
turning limbs and fingers numb.
The joyous moments passing through;
Heaven’s world of puffy white.
I’m left content with inner peace
as bitter warmth begins to cease;
my blanket of solitude
as the stars disperse into the light.
Waking up in shocked surprise;
sunlight reflects upon my eyes.
My home, a field of frozen flair;
miseries repressed within the gleam.
The nature bonding to the world we know,
entrapping us with no place to go,
as we scream in delight with greater pleas
while faults have further been redeemed.
The glass is glittered with deepest freeze
glancing through the windows, simple tease.
The whitest beauty brings up deeper heart beat
and through the cold, our icy faces glow.
Home, at last, enlists us for the day.
No bother yet to wander, no reason left to stray.
The relaxing, steady breathing of the night...
Oh wondrous winter moment are you, snow.
i hate writing happy poems. they seem so...idiotic.