Daily Poems for 2025

Ice

Ice

Ice

Ice

Ice

You’re such
a special snowflake,
aren’t you?

Whipped up
by winter gales
into a multitude,
fierce and strong,
driven
into enemy faces,
blinding,
stabbing,
burning,
with a million deadly shards of ice.

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Ice

The AI has rendered the poem into a white-haired warrior with a crystal sword. Call him a snowflake at your own risk!