Winter Vibes: Poems About Seasons

Free Verse

A free verse is a type of poetry where no rules are applied to write a poem. For instance types of poems such as ballads, blank verse, elegies, odes, soliloquies, and even limericks follows a distinct set of rules.

Free verse poems break the chains of strict rules, The rule of free verse is that there must not be rules!

It just up to you to write one, even you can create your own set of rules to write a piece of poetry.

typically a free verse;

doesn't follows any particular metrical pattern. (No usage trimeter, tetrameters, pentameters or any other).
doesn't follows any certain rhyme scheme. for instance, limericks follows are strict AABBA rhyme scheme while ballads follow a peculiar rhyme scheme which is ABCB.
doesn't limits to a particular topic e.g elegies are written for the reflection on a death or loss while odes are written for the purpose of praising.
Contains number of stanzas depending upon the poets will.
contains lines in every stanza depending upon the poets choice.
Uses poetic devices such as Alliteration, Onomatopoeia, and imagery.
reflects on any type of topic such as love, fiction, emotions etc.

The following given below is an example of a free verse poem;

Winter Vibes

Moonlit valleys,
Candlelit cabins,
Foggy winter arrives,
And new cardigans...

Here it comes,
The killer of sweet summer,
The culprits are many,
So the whispering winds murmur.

The arctic atmosphere,
The weeping willows sigh,
Dandelions take flight,
And the featured fellows bid goodbye.

A sip of hot tea,
Watching the drowning sun,
Wondering where it all went?
Bent in the wind or time turned.

Pale and lifeless terrain,
Long nostalgic nights,
Reading fairy tales and folklore,
Scent of burning wax in candlelight.

Though the metamorphosis of time,
Through we have a thousand reasons,
To be helpless and hopeless, unaware,
One gives life to another season.

When the autumn leaves fall,
Then the spring flowers bloom,
When the dusk shatters light,
Then the dawn scatters gloom.

Darkness effects euphoria causes,
Light is affected side to side with it so,
Seasons causes changes,
Changes are good vibes though!

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