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Cinquain Snow Poems | Cinquain Poems About Snow

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Spring Crocus

Crocus
Majestic flower
Pushing through snow
First sign of spring
Beautiful


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Snow

snow

coconut cushions

blanket the land

time stands still momentarily

silence


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Snow

Snow

Snow,
Soft ice,
Blankets the earth,
All white,
Snow.


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Figure skater

He glides 
his skates swishing 
in a flurry of ice, 
caressing with slow movements; mere 
foreplay. 

Silence 
compels the crowd 
disguises excitement
Great expectations fill the air.
All watch. 

He stops 
at center ring. 
Ice gladiator all set 
to make a kill gently, with grace. 
Grandly. 

Then flips. 
Perfect landing! 
He hears the crowd’s applause~ 
incense daring him show his skills. 
Dazzling.

Teasing 
with his body ~ 
a hypnotic magnet 
becoming a blur of colors. 
Blending. 

Music 
goes mad as he
circles with dizzy speed~ 
a human whirling, spinning top. 
Gidddy. 

Floating 
as in a dream 
one cannot get out of. 
Now he’s a leaf falling in slow 
motion. 

Still more 
he builds into 
a climactic finish~ 
a tornado that goes in a 
frenzy. 

He drops,
slips on his foot;
loses balance and dives 
his nose flat on the cold ice. All 
are stunned.


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Short poems - set 1

[form is cinquainish- with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables in a stanza]

Fountain
where lilies bloom
violets, reds and whites
their soft whispers like God’s finger 
touched them

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Snowflakes 
perch on bare trees
dazzling under sun’s light
nature’s gift an awesome prism 
white gems

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Pillow
my closest mate.
when I lie down to sleep
in my dreams, looking out. I cry
alone.

The bond
that holds us tight
are memories of him 
and me, our heads pressed close- on one
pillow.

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Old man
fine lines of age
threading their way around
corners of his eyes, break into
a smile

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Voices
children humming
melodies, they're beacons
flashing bright before night gives way
to day