Winter's Death

Winter's Death

A Poem by Guardian
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Just a poem about the end of seasons and the cycle. It's my first time writing in Iambic Pentameter

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Winter's Death

 

Winter's cold cloak cruelly smothers the world.

His malignant wrath makes nature tremble.

His malicious breath, slanting wind with snow.

His vicious teeth, razor edges of ice.

 

He strikes with unrivaled accuracy.

Rivers are still, encased with Winter's glass.

Trees are bent, burdened with Winter's powder.

Creatures are hidden, fearing Winter's touch.

 

His power is complete as nights grow long.

He walks through snow with a smirk on his face.

His grey eyes glint with satisfied cruelty.

Little does he know, his reign is short-lived.

 

Winter's time is up, his death approaching.

Good Spring's time has come, her birth approaching.

The world now hopes for the cloak to be drawn.

With excited joy, life waits for the thaw.

 

Spring's warm robe flaps in a summertime breeze.

Her soft, gentle touch makes nature rejoice.

Her nurturing hands fuel plant life's new growth.

Her bare feet now tread and snow drifts retreat.

 

With Spring's new life comes Witner's timely death.

On his deathbed of ice, his strenght now wanes.

His last breaths rattle with finality.

With a sigh Winter dies his thousandth death.

 

Spring's power is complete as days grow long.

She walks through green meadows in peaceful bliss.

Her kind eyes twinkle with radiant love.

Little does she know, her time, too, is short.

 

For seasons cannot last eternally.

Like the life they effect, they too must die.

The world, the stage, where their battles are fought.

As one season dies, another is born...

© 2008 Guardian


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Guardian
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His power is complete as nights grow long.
He walks through snow with a smirk on his face.
His grey eyes glint with satisfied cruelty.
Little does he know, his reign is short-lived.

Love these lines; you've definitely captured winter here! I like the way the harshness of winter gives way to spring's "soft, gentle touch"--reason for hope. The poem has imaginitive descriptions and a flow that keeps me wanting to read more. Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Congrats on your great winning poem

Posted 9 Years Ago


Winter sucks!!The End!Lol! Great poem that I can almost feel the winter you discribe! Brr...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awesome! Beautiful write!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

His power is complete as nights grow long.
He walks through snow with a smirk on his face.
His grey eyes glint with satisfied cruelty.
Little does he know, his reign is short-lived.

Love these lines; you've definitely captured winter here! I like the way the harshness of winter gives way to spring's "soft, gentle touch"--reason for hope. The poem has imaginitive descriptions and a flow that keeps me wanting to read more. Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love poems about winter. You described so well the unforgiving, and chillingly beautiful atmosphere that winter brings over the earth. I like how the feasts of winter fade to the sound of spring in your poem; you connect it all together smoothly. Very well crafted!



Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I really enjoyed this write and Syke just below me was write in saying your imagery was great. I used to live in your beautiful state and would still be there if it were not that there was no work for my husband there to be found at the time. Great work. Thank you so much for your visit today.

Hugs,
Lesa

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

vrry buitifully done. i like it. nicely done.
ur friend
Aileen

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Great use of imagery. I liked the use of iambic pentameter. The 6th stanza appears to have a typo "strenght" and the only thing I didn't really like was the last line in the 6th stanza. 1000 just doesn't seem like a big, epic, enough number considering the rest of the context, but I understand that sometimes the wording is not ideal when using iambic pentameter.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing!!!
Beautiful
Auroral
Impressive write!!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The Save Winter Society? Can I assume you're a member? ^_^

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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