The icy, cold winds chill my soul,
Freezing me enough to feel whole
I love the pure numbness,
Like a soft, icy caress
The fluffy whiteness envelops me,
And I can't help but to feel free
Staring up at the pastel grey sky,
As the snowflakes softly fly
The snow so beautiful and delicate,
Yet so deadly and seemingly implicate
Turning my world into a white wonderland,
So beautiful, but to others, seemingly bland
I spend hours in my pure fantasy,
Getting lost in a beauty others can't seem to see
Nature is now at rest,
And to me, in its very best
As I smile upon this calm haven,
Enjoying everything opposite of Raven
I've decided to do season based poems. •v• Winter is my favorite, so I did it first. I'll do the others too, currently working on Summer.
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The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
