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Winter

Winter

A Poem by Alex P.


Winter's peaceful wake
December.

December.

A Poem by Westminster Abbey


I've got a crush on Jack Frost...
THE TWENTY-THIRD HOUR

THE TWENTY-THIRD HOUR

A Poem by kublakhan27


12 07 12
Honey Bee

Honey Bee

A Poem by Alastor


I did this for a contest on DeviantArt, we had to pick a classic poet to try and write similar to their style, and I chose Robert Frost
Ode to Spring

Ode to Spring

A Poem by Dream Hunter


The skies are blue, the day is new The sun is dancing above; The winter frost is blown and lost And spring’s come with life and love! ..
A Reflection on Trees

A Reflection on Trees

A Poem by Joshua J. Lowe


Haiku for tree huggers.
Fire or Ice

Fire or Ice

A Story by jennilouhoo


Here's a little doomsday writing for last week's apocalypse written this past summer, inspired by a dream and Robert Frost.
you are my winter

you are my winter

A Poem by Saranda


It’s impossible not to care about the way your existence burned into my skin and left me breathless. You came at me from a new direction and swe..
My First Love

My First Love

A Poem by Jessica Jean


If I am lost in the shadows He is there Leading with his warm hands Around mine Crying, there is the comfort Of his arms And the..
Things to Love About Winter

Things to Love About Winter

A Story by Westminster Abbey


I love making lists!
A hundred faces of nature.

A hundred faces of nature.

A Poem by Mehak Mushtaq


A house made of birchIt stands near the churchIt is full of words, yet silentSo peaceful, yet so violent.A river of blood flowsLove and hatred so clos..
HYPOTHERMIA

HYPOTHERMIA

A Poem by Matyushkin


A free verse poem about a wife's preceptive before she murdered her husband.
Waking up to Winter

Waking up to Winter

A Poem by Avocations of Amber


My ice-laden porch was my inspiration this morning :)
Frost

Frost

A Story by oh,hey.


The harsh frost covered the ground like a blanket of protection; quickly it spread like burning wildfire taking everything in its sights prisoner..
Frost

Frost

A Poem by Will


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And he took the one less traveled. Well what if they're both travelled, Rob? Should I just ball up and so..
Killing Frost

Killing Frost

A Story by sbela


When I was just a baby of eight, Momma would wake me up to watch the red sun bleed through our green oak trees. We would climb slowly to the top of th..