Snow

                        I hate snow. 

Venemous flakes of poisonous waste.. 

Flung from the grey,

the grey, 

the mist from which it sheds,

Nothing but fumes from a sky cigarette. 

However no light can be found,

no heat or warmth, 

just toxic frost on the ground. 

Don't inhale, I beg.. 

The cold bitter air will catch your tongue,

bite your lips and

grasp your lungs. 

The feeling of death whilst feeling cold, 

as the snow buries you, 

your smiles, your hope. 

All blame is to the lacking flame

that we call the sun. 

But it's done, it's gone, 

Winter has won.

Reviews

[Kesha]

At least somebody shares the same opinion as I. Just last week my town got hit with 8 inches of snow in one night it sucked. But yesterday was 44 degrees so a good portion of it has melted thankfully. As for the poem this is beautiful. It was nicely penned.

[Lovecraft]

Dismal winter, huh? :P In New York state we get hammered by snow and cold. But I kind of like that.

As to this piece, It's a fine poem of despairing against the call of Winters breath. Winter shall always win, Milady. :)