WHITE...
it happens.
SPRING
never comes.
WARMTH
is missing.
COLD
still numbs.
Landscapes smile like skeletons
Trying hard to smile,
In a pitiful attempt
To make you happy.
WHITE
is never ending.
SPRING
is never near.
WARMTH
is non existent.
COLD
won't disappear.
They never reach their goal though,
These smiling, crying things.
No cheer is brought on
By winter in April.
WHITE
is all I see.
SPRING
is far away.
WARMTH
is never cozy.
COLD
is here to stay.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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haha
I think you must have stayed out in the cold too long...either that or you need to take some of your acclaimed "happy pills." lol...good right, I liked how you rhymed it here and there to put some flow to it...nice to see ya writing again!

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that has to be the saddest.. most hopeless.. miserable.. depressing poem i have ever read...
but it is lightened by the fact that you have returned the world of poems quite triumphantly indeed..
maybe you'll feel warmer after you got this out..
but maybe not
nice poem..
write more.. tonight...



