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Snow Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Snow

These Snow Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Snow. These are the best examples of Snow Ode poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Ode to beauty

strophe

I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes  with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all alone here?
Beauty is meant to be adored.
Should give yourself to somebody
Before your petals fall to dust soon, dear.
What if I crushed your petals, I asked
As at these heights, you are quite lonely”..

antistrophe

One of the flowers quickly responded
“I enjoy the shelter of blue skies.
I would be too glad
If you choose  to crush my petals
My fragrance will spread everywhere.
Fulfilling the purpose and duty
If destroyed, not admired.
By plucking my petals, remember
You won’t gather my beauty,
Beauty is to see, not to be plucked'.

epode

“O’ lotus, you teach wisdom to man
Praise her beauty, don’t destroy her. 
It is the gladdest thing under the sun
Touch a hundred flowers not pick ever”
O’ man, pluck not wayside flower even 
It is the traveler’s dowers.
Silently a flower blooms alone
And in silence it falls down
If I am worth many pleasures,
I think I am too few then”.

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June 15, 2014
Form : Ode
First Place win in
Contest: My favorite poem by Carol Eastman
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Form: Ode (the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode)
Rhyme scheme: ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
Second place winner in
Contest: Ode sponsored by Jared Pickett

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This is the  English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode. 
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure 
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
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The poem also won the second place in the International Poetry
Contest of 2011 by Poetry Soup.
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A Winter Ode

Crisp…Crisp the night! ‘Pon cheeks as white as snow Crazy quilt of rimed patterns Limned upon the window Soft…soft the lacy flakes! Each one unique and new Blanket o’er land and lakes Winter’s take on dew Games…games of Fox and Hound! Pristine drifts of frosting Turned into frigid battlegrounds with Brief truces for time defrosting Steam…cottony steam! Wool mittens too near the flame Cold stiff fingers, white as cream Toes frozen from the game Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh) Sounds muffled by the fluff Of snow so deep not e’en a peep Can struggle up through the stuff Smoke…writhing smoke! Reaching for the sky Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving Rising with a sigh Winter…cold, cold hard winter! Makes Summer wishes come to light Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter …Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…


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Changing seasons

Take a walk towards an autumn day,

stray past summers end into a fallen

red yellow and orange blend. Although

it seems we are heading into seasons

of wither, the beauty of every season is

at work. Open up let Mother nature in,

she can do truly amazing things. Realise

even winters chill can be special and

brilliant. Like softly falling snowflakes

dusting over the whole place, far and near

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.






































































appeared.

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.









what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.








what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.


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Woodland magic

A woodland walk through

 the pine trees, guided by windy breeze.

 Lungs filled with a fresh pine needle

 scent. As I walk among the trees

 I feel free from any torment. A giant

 Oak tree standing alone, watcher of the

 forest listening out for threats moans

 and groans. A carpet of White is in sight

 what pure delight, yet not a snow flake in

 sight. Snowdrops so beautiful upon the

 woodland floor, we don't need to ask for

 anything more. With Mother nature being

 so generous with her displays, a touch of

 colour is all it takes. Like falling autumn

 leaves red orange and yellow, what an exquisite

 falling medley.


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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.