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The Silence Of The Snow

tio peping walks with his grandchild
six inches of snow
above their feet

it is cold, i suppose,
but the smiles of grandpa and grandson
thaws the coldness
inside their hearts

outside
at night, the fires of tiny stars give
enough warmth
to keep some tiny creatures going
till the next spring

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Walk on the Snow

It feels cold inside
when people cannot break the stillness
when human tongues revolve
around cars, TV and food
when the painful silence
is deep deep in the human heart.

I walk out of this coldness inside
away from the comforts and heating
installations in the house
away from the speed and heat of a car.

I simply walk on the field
looking at the vast space of emptiness
treading on the snow,
the snow that has
covered the grasses.

It gives me a deep sense of joy
that the walk to turn away
from coldness inside
becomes a walk with the Lord.
I walk with God on the snow.

Cars pass me by
Houses stand in the stillness
of their comforts.

I continue walking until
my exposed ears, hands and feet ache.
I walk with God on the snow
and I understand why people
fear the cold.

The Lord himself walks with me
on the snow and on the cold inside me
on the snow that covers the gound
on the snow that hurts and frightens.

But such a time of journeying
with God on the snow
becomes a cleansing and a healing
just as from the ground
the green will be reborn in spring.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Big and tiny creatures

Big and tiny creatures, are so unique each one,

But they're so amazing each one, out in the noon day sun;

For example, look at the spider, and the web she doth make,

So clever and wonderful, and the time she doth take.

Big and tiny creatures, I am amazed each one I see,

Look at the pigmy possum, trying to hide in a tree;

It's color goes in with the background scene,

But he will cover his steps to hide where he's been.

Big and tiny creatures, do you like the tall giraffe?

To think his neck is so tall, his length is longer than a raft;

Then there's the whale, out in the huge sea,

Moaning and groaning to his mate, amazing do you agree?

Big and tiny creatures, like the tiny crab, or the large hippo,

What about the large elephant, and the tiny ant on the go;

Each one has a job to do, yet both care for their young,

They travel far, travel wide, busy in the hot sun.

Big and tiny creatures, colors some so pretty,

Such as the butterfly, and the flamingo, agree;

Then there is the snakes, and the parrots too,

We should thank God for each one, where thanks is due.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Tiny Feet

A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!

Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!

Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows.

Since, however, you walk
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault.

Child's tiny feet,
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing.

poem by Gabriela Mistral
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl

there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world

there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night

there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day

there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play

there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe

there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more

there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate

by: crystal sonier
age: 15

poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Tiny Drop

Waste of Tiny, Tiny Water Drops.
Always Trigger my Conscious Thoughts.

A Tiny Water Drop can make a Sapling Laugh
Tiny, Tiny water Drops can get you sweet Pod.

Tiny, Tiny Water Drops can make a Plant to Stand
As a Tree, This can give Shelter to a Lot.
Because of Waste of Tiny, Tiny water Drops
Many lives have become short.

So try to save even tiny water Drop, Which will
Get you Heartily Laugh.

poem by Narendra Kuppan
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A Snowy Day

I sense an unfamiliar brightness, and very soon, I'm awake.
I go to my window, which is covered with tiny snowflakes.
As far as the eye can see, there's a carpet of pure white:
It's a magnificent and beautiful, but still rather rare, sight.

People pull on their patterned, designer, Wellington boots;
Icy footprints in the snow, mark out the well trodden routes.
Children play in the snow and build a snowman;
They build him up as tall, as they possibly can.

Everything looks so very different when covered by snow;
Suddenly, you're not too sure where your feet should now go.
I love to walk through the parts, where snow is undisturbed;
Even though I now can no longer tell the road from the curb.

There is now a real lack of distinguishing features,
And a noticeable absence of warm-blooded creatures.
In the sunshine, the snow, like tiny diamonds, glints;
Its delicate surface now peppered with animal prints.

The coldness makes folks' cheeks all pink and rosy.
Most stay inside, where they are all nice and cosy.
Children on a sledge whiz down a long, steep hill;
They seem to know no fear and have nerves of steel.

Wheels on vehicles suddenly now slide and slip;
Road surfaces, they suddenly can no longer grip.
On busier routes, the snow soon turns to sludgy slush.
In this weather, not a single soul would dare to rush.

Some folk hope that, of the snow, there'll be no more,
And hope that this carpet of white, will, very soon, thaw.
When I look out of my bedroom window that same night,
I notice that the world around me still seems quite light.

Over the next couple of days, the snow turns to ice;
It now is all discoloured, and doesn't look so nice.
Finally, we have a whole day of really heavy rain,
And, of the snow, not a single flake now remains.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Valentine's Day

Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.

I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.

poem by Charles Kingsley
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Snow Flakes

as i look out of my window i see snow flakes
blowing all around landing gently on the ground.
the falling flakes set my heart all aglow.
as it makes a blanket of pure white snow.
creating such a beautiful sight.

the snow just like a heart can be gentle to the touch
yet! cold as ice.
if you plan on playing with it you better think twice.
the heart is the most complex part of the human body
it controls the entire anatomy.

so as the snow trickles down and creates a picture of purity.
and its coldness touches my bones
in my heart grows the warmth of a fire
with all of its desire.
to melt the coldness in your heart
just so you could see.
even the coldest of hearts can belong to me.

but when you want true beauty look up to the sky.
it is not the snow flakes coming down
but the love of god which is all around.

poem by Louis Rams
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A Sexual Tonic Is Winter

spring, my veins inches
to greet the gentle warmth
of the sun, the way the
butterflies frolic with the blooms

summer, the thirst to
stretch and flex every
nerve and muscle rises with the sun
till it is all over the head

autumn, my mind
contemplates, and a
desire to ascribe colourful verses
to the season surges
with a fear that soon every leaf
would plead goodbye

winter, the cold and white
of snow is a sexual tonic
the physique craves for
a warmth that only the
season can provide with
lasting memory

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Once again the spring has come

and all around blooms,

our faces are wreathed with smiles.

The spring is working wonders

with the entire world

kindling the hearts by springtime thunders.

The spring has brought the warmth,

there is no more colds;

the snow has thawed in our souls;

the teardrops have melted down

and ran away in the Vernal waters,

starlings become the reporters of spring,

our souls bloom together with spring,

our hearts feel like to sing

and the dropping snow do dings.

No one feels perfectly at ease

with the tenderness of springtime breeze.

Our Mother nature promises new things;

new hopes, new dreams it brings.

Once again the spring has come,

flying in the sky like a swallow

inviting us to follow it's flight,

to see the land from the birds-eye view,

to show us how far the spring flew.

Once again the spring has come

to serve our hearts and nature,

to renew everything in our world,

to be in use for a new adventure.

Spring, spring, spring!

The kingdom of immortality!

It comes to show us world's beauty

and wisdom of humans mentality.

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Hypocrisy And Ignorance...

cutie the little chihuahua
lives inside the bath tub
near the music room of
tom,

the whole night the chihuahua
barks asking for
a hot-dog
for supper but cruel tom

listens to rock
and hears nothing about the tiny barks
of the tiny dog,

the following morning
tom gets wild
why his tiny dog died

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spring Tones

Spring tones are coming
From the inside blooming
Spring is here everywhere
In footsteps of New Year
Flower garden come - grow
Melt down coldness snow
With freedom for earth
In its new freshness birth

Spring's time blowing wind
Towards icily rescind
Of bleakness deep dim
In the blow sweepings grim
Where cold waves glide
In its striking bitter tide
Flowing on to dark destiny
Still inside you and me

Spring tone rise - the blue sky!
In feelings of light high
That comes through the rays
Of the new meeting days
Give seeds of its outcomes
In birth of new blooms
And every day to be new
When it comes here through

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Snow drops

From today, March 1st,
this sunny day, to 8th of March
Most women of my Land
Will smile and pray
Inside their hearts
For One they Love! !
The much loved man
Will hear woman's call..
There he is! !
As in her secret thoughts
At her own door:
Holding a bunch of
gentle little Snow Drops..
She gets those sweet flowers
then he's paid instead
only one warm and sweetest kiss!
But! ! For the spring to come
he needs a thousand! !
So, now get ready: His time to pray..
She has to kiss him
nine hundred ninety nine
times again..
Let's hope she'll hear..
Get it done..
Or..
Spring will never ever
come..
..
So, may I say my my pray:
For man to give the loved ones what they wish
and women give men a bit more then a much
too little- tiny kiss! !

poem by Elena Sandu
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One tiny sorrow

At the moment of ending
Every lovely meet
One tiny sorrow in my heart
I couldn't kiss that dimple on your cheek

Why every night so beautiful
When the stars twinkle so bright
One tiny sorrow in my heart
Right now, I can't hug you tight

Oh forget these limits
These walls and fences
I feel forgetting this sorrow
And loving you with all my senses

But realizing all the problems
Things we cannot avoid
One tiny sorrow in my heart
Because of which I just cried

I should have been there
As you were always by my side
One tiny sorrow in my heart
Acceptingâ€¦ I wasn't right

I wanna broom away every worry
And bring back the sunshine
One tiny sorrow in the bachelor's heart
Which is asking, â€œWill you be mine? â€

poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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One Bloom

The tiny flower raised up its face to me,
and seemed to say, oh, how I do agree,
that in fact its such a delightful day,
with my friends around me in full array.
We brighten all the green hedgerows cut neat,
and ask, ‘please do watch where you put your feet’.

The tiny flower danced in the cooling breeze,
and down I knelt beside it, on my knees,
seeing such sweet beauty there in its face,
gracing this warm, sunny and pleasant place.
Smiling at the ever changing weather,
the cold wind, sun, rain and snow together.

The tiny flower actually made me think,
how such a dainty thing, blushing so pink,
could lift my spirit, wonderfully high,
when here I am, simply passing it by.
And yet it had caused me to stop and stare,
at this one bloom so extraordinaire.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Night Coming!

hand on the brush,
grease on the wheel.
turning, and groaning,
the voices of men.

lone fire beneath the bridge,
stir the pot slowly.
shadows whisper with hunger,
stars answer with silence.

life laps out with flame,
hearts scorched seek each other.
the warmth of the body
that clings to the soul.

dreams of glass shatter,
tiny shreds of light.
tongues, and bare feet,
the moan of night coming!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Christmas Tiny Feet

don't you hear that beat of little tiny feet
tiny feet running across the floor
tiny feet at your door
to hear the pitter patter of those feet on christmas morn
and the twinkle in their eyes
seeing that expression of surprise
as they open up all their gifts that they put on their christmas list
this is one of the few things that make all the heartaches worth while
when you see their beautiful smile.
christmas is a day to rejoice the birth of our king
who has given us all these things.
so as we share this day with our children
let us remember who gave us this day
and thank him in every way.
rejoice in the birth of our new born king
for he is everything.
he has given us the pitter patter of tiny feet
and has made our lives complete.

poem by Louis Rams
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