Winter mourning, oh how it weeps
The cold and bitter tears it keeps
For all the life that once was here
Now buried deep, beneath the frosty sphere
The trees stand bare, stripped of their leaves
The ground is frozen, no longer heaves
The birds have flown, to warmer lands
Leaving behind a desolate land
The sun shines weak, its warmth a dream
As snowflakes fall, soft and serene
But in its beauty, there lies a pain
For it covers all that's left to remain
The days are short, the nights are long
And in this darkness, sorrow belongs
For memories of what once was
Haunt us in this winter pause
The world seems still, frozen in time
As if mourning for a life past prime
But in this stillness, hope can be found
For spring will come, with a new sound
The winter mourning will soon be over
As nature awakens, from its slumber
And in the midst of all this cold
New life will bloom, a sight to behold
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
