winter has a hundred names

First of all I'm feeling your font choice 100%. Second I really love the metaphors you use for winter. They really capture the different ways we interpret the wintertime. The wintertime can be cold, harsh, lonely and quiet but at the same time full of family and fun. The way you spit up your poem is very unique as well.

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I love what you have done with this poem, The only problem is the capitalization. A good idea would be to use capital letters for the word "Winter"

Also, full stops is a big deal in this, you used the comma correctly which is cool. But you need to put full stops at the end of every single sentence. The only reason I find this a big deal is because you do not know when the sentence is going to end, making the poem quite hard to read.

Now that I have had my little rant, it's time to talk about the amazing things you have done with this poem.

Firstly, I absolutely love your way with words. How you link it to all types of people around the world. Like Winter is a person itself. Also no spelling mistakes, which is always good. So forgetting the grammar, punctuation and capitalization. I love your poem and would love to see more from you.

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In Canada, winter is the epitome of death and despair. It's pitch black at about five o'clock and everything is cold. But nice poem, I really it!

The poem is good. But i noticed that you did not use punctuation and capitalization. You only capitalized 'spring'.

But you have described winter very beautifully. Overall it is wonderfully written.

Its nice.

its good

Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed reading your poem. Reminded me of one Shakespeare poem where he uses a refrain about some wench stirring the pot. His wasn't as somber though. More on the cheerful hopeful side.

Yours creates a kind of wishing that this season would stay away. That we would always have summer or Spring or Fall but never Winter. This can be understood on by some readers on some level as the eternal craving for eternal life, never to wither-never to age and finally have to encounter the coldness of death. Unsprouted seeds waiting for warmth. The only part of the poem that depicts a happy scene is the throwing of snowballs.


The imagery very effectively conveyed the intended somber mood. Birds fleeing to a warmer place. Homeless forced to survive as best they can. Nice comparison of trees to a man in the rain with nowhere to go. Mists refusing to dissipate. Colorful leaves gone.

All in all very skillfully written.

One part that made me pause was the expression "Autum leaves" I understood "leaves" as a plural noun instead of a verb.

Also, I wondered what a Kashmiri firepot is.

Noticed you chose not to capitalize "Siberian".