Frost Poem by Quinn Hartley
Frost
A frigid winter's plight
The snowbird's lonely flight.
Snow; a stinging sword
Within her heart did strike a chord.
This weapon does not shoot, nor strike
Like guns and swords and tanks alike
Blood is never drawn from frost
Nevertheless, her life is lost.
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,snow,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
By Quinn Hartley
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Quinn Hartley
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/25/2026 3:00:17 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
