Phenomenal Winter Wonderland Imaginative Poems!
In the means of a fallen autumn the faint flare of the sallow sun
Shifted beneath the earth.
The glacial gale briskly blows away warm air from its seasonal turf.
The musty scent of perished creatures smeared across all asleep areas bury
With Antarctic crust as the wilderness quickly froze into a scarce musk.
Darkness hid every source of prey from all Carnivorous Creatures
In this ominous land below zero.
Howling winds thrust frigid staffs of ice piercing through the surface
Keener than a needle.
Trees froze remorselessly in a ghastly array of shadows as there bear branches
Swayed with the breeze in a creaking sound that rattles.
The moon’s pale glare seemed to sloughed moon dust from it’s weak
Wilting façade of aging stone.
The rising heaps of snow amounted to entomb me in the lone insanity
Of my hollow home.
Stiff coldness ran frequently through the entangled weaving of my veins.
My numb blanketed body stood a pause none differ
from the statues that I claim.
Any warm thoughts would only propel me to the fiery pits of hell.
In a sleepless quaking of tremors, I mourn for morning in this frozen tundra of a cell.
My eyes doze in a blue corpse stone cold, As my mind drifted into dream mode.
I absorbed the crystalline spray of mist sparkling upon the sun’s ray.
As I stood a distance from where the shadows scattered astray,
I saw such beauty that water my eyes
Like staring at the sun’s dazzling light.
In enchantment I fawn forever in her heavenly sight.
Her milky white flesh glistened in the dark blemishing snow.
Her rosy red cheeks bloom with every smile pumping the blood in my heart to flow.
Her autumn gold hair uncloaked the worthlessness of the earth’s splendor.
Her lips plumped with the fruits that ripen so lusciously tender.
Her violet gown glowed ghostly as if she was a saint rescuing me
From the bitter cold trenches of my frozen tomb.
Her savoring smile compelled me to ignore The harsh chilling actuality of my doom.
The purple pearls twinkling in her eyes gave great depth deeper
Than the oceans of where they were found.
Her physique was delicately curved into the form of a Snow Angel,
Hovering in the midst of heaven’s bound.
Her glands watered the prospering pores that shed the petals of white roses.
Her arms swayed swiftly like she was
Orchestrating the love music that she so stunningly poses.
Weary has I taunt my soul hide fearful to touch such radiant flower.
Curse it be my thoughts of stone and lips that rather flavor foolish fruits of sour.
She suddenly sauntered toward the direction of my wildest imagination leaving
Me mystified in my expression.
Dazed in the blissful dimension of my arousing she softly caressed
Her lips in favor of heated passion.
In the bizarre barriers of this blistered blizzard I woke,
Only to have my heart broke…...