Winter crept in secretly with a smile upon her face
Dressing my garden silently with a veil of gossamer lace
A snowflake falls onto my hand; I admire its exquisite form
Its beauty is momentary as it melts on my skin so warm
Small children have such fun as they frolic in the snow
I see them playing happily, their cheeks have a rosy glow
There are imprints of snow angels that the children love to make
Children run inside for hot drinks and warm cookies that I bake
Snowmen are built so skilfully - they seem to touch the sky
Sadly they melt when the thaw arrives, small children often cry
Trees shiver in the bitter winds; Jack Frost points his icy fingers
Icicles sparkle on the trees, Jack’s chilly artwork lingers
Snowdrops raise their sleepy heads and peer out from the snow
Spring will soon be on her way and daffodils will be on show
Couplet Time Contest Sponsored by Rick Parise
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Sparkling snow crystals in a bright blue winter wonderland in your hand
A lovely thought about my pretty and beloved mother land
If you see angels in the snow you can remember the time with romance
Enjoy the tranquility descend while giving your childhood a second chance
Snow glistened and sparkled as the most beautiful diamonds at first glance
It was almost a little magic in what happened.... or was it romance
Childhood memories aroused when you see the rabbit tracks in the snow by chance
Oh, so rich I felt as a child in the clear, cold winter nights in snow crystals dance
Small red kids boots in sharp contrast to the white snow and a diamond remnants
Childrens eyes shining in delight and snow crystals sparkle of happiness evidence
A-L Andresen :)
Sponsor :Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name:A Diamond's Remnants
Deadline: 1/15/2014 12:00:00
(5th in the contest)
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014
Oh darling you have become an angel sweetheart blossoming regal crowns
one flake unique floating into dreams so beautiful they sing only you
Pure petal wings flutter dressed in the color of snow purest kiss of beauty
They dance particles ice inside warm love melts shining into the purest thoughts
A faraway star winking in the night sky neon grasps breathless
Confetti crystals falling sprinkles gently laying a carpet upon the ground
Whom embraces the outer body sweetly enchants I open four chambers
holding all keys out applauding flutters skipping echo pops each beat
My queen warmly holds hands with the soul grace of a thousand swans in flight
Once bitten twice shy one kiss from you smitten I would say smiling overjoyed
I will always smile in loves amazing grace in soft gentle tenderness the joy it brings
Wishing that one was holding you right now footsteps in deep sand begins touching
Wow mirror, mirror what a dream baby who blew one out off this world spinning
you're so beautiful smiling these eyes dazzling mirror reflections blinding
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
Outside so cold
Let Winters story unfold
The lake now ice
A fire out back, so nice
As the blizzard sets in
A snowball fight will separate the boys from the men
A snowman emerges from hard work
A little boy knocks it over, what a jerk
A snow day for school
All the kids think it's cool
Shovel the snow from the porch
The intense cold can scorch
Go back inside
From the cold, run and hide
Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2009
Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth.
A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees.
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.
For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.
Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.
James Nichols 12/29/12
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012
I'm stuck in the house again.
Blowing snow that freezes skin.
Burning wood to stay warm.
Covered with snow in the next morn.
Thank God we were ready when it came.
The storm of the century will never been the same.
Everything is white and covered with snow.
When we get out of the yard we don't know.
So hope we're not stuck for very long.
Hopeing my faith stays strong.
The storm of the century here in Oklahoma.
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
MRS. CATHY NEEDS SOME SNOW
I called up the thunder; I called up the rain;
I left a message; and gave them your name.
I left a deposit; at Your Rent to Own;
As soon as they get some; they'll deliver it home.
I e mailed the Governor; with request for some snow;
But nobody answered; they're busy you know.
Frosty the Snowman; says he'll try his best;
To grant you your wishes; for this special request.
I got in my car; and drove in the dark;
To that special place; where angels do hark.
I entered the union; of Unity Hall;
They said they can do it; they'll give you a call.
At Natural Disasters; they all agreed;
They guaranteed me; you'd get what you need.
I yelled up to Heaven; I asked for the boss;
St.Peter then told me; for you there's no cost.
Early this morning; was a knock on my door;
Good God it was Elvis; singing let the snow pour.
Cathy my dearest; worry do not;
Sweet heart I'm on it, with all that I got.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
All the streetlights
the fallen snow
Like downy blankets
beguiles with grace
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2014
Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads -
a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed;
indicators blinking against the driving white squall,
engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill.
Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear
piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air,
our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite.
Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night;
gusting and mounding, turning black to white.
By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light;
air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked,
hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2011
The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.
While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky,
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by.
It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees,
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees.
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom,
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb.
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!
The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun,
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.
*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
Shake it, shake it!
Feel the rhythm, don't quit ;
Enjoy a warm coconut breeze,
There is no way you can freeze;
Visualize the ocean waves
You can have what you crave;
Dance all day, dance all night
Keep your eyes shut tight;
No no it's not gonna snow,
We melt it with our inner glow
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2013
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
upon the crust of frozen snow diadems arise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
they bring a beauty and a peace no soul can disavow.
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
twinkling like diamond remnants, snow lends the day surprise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
oh how I hate to hear the roar of the coming plough.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014
Winter is the last and the coolest season of the year
Where people love to play with snow everywhere
Wearing jackets, mittens, socks, and boots
Walking on winter’s blanket on the roads
Love to see the snowflakes cascading from the sky
Like tiny bits of diamond that caress my face so dry
Feels good to watch the snow and its beauty
Showing elegance that I close my eyes peacefully
Relax, feel the world full of whiteness on the ground
Breathtaking scenery that happiness I finally found
November 18, 2012
For SKAT's "Rhyming Poem" Contest
5th Place Winner
Copyright © MariaDiding SajSam | Year Posted 2012
The garden’s like a canvas, white as any page,
And snowflake ballerinas flutter cross a stage.
Jack Horne, written 7th October and, lol, posted too late for Gail’s A Season’s Dance contest: Winter
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2013
Star dust from heaven is falling from above
Floating down softly like a beautiful dove
It blankets the earth and quiets the noise
Making a silence for all that enjoys
Each flake falls softly so perfectly designed
Will give us a world that is perfectly aligned
Tree limbs and bushes will droop from the snow
And the rooftops will glimmer to make quite a show
A beautiful painting we have out our door
Just waiting for us to go out and adore.
A more perfect setting will never be seen
Than star dust from heaven’s pearly white sheen.
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
White ice black ice
neither is nice
me falling twice
paying the price
living up north
winters not worth
second month always bad
seeing March I'll be glad
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015
Snow flakes and Easter lilies scatter the ground
Winter time and Spring time seem to be having a round
Like a game of tug of war each side wants control
Today it was winter who wanted to rock n roll
Tomorrow maybe Spring time will give it a heave ho
Guess we won’t know till tomorrow though
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
When snowflakes fall, the sleds come out
As children run and jump and shout
With boots and scarves and runny noses
(Also mittens, one supposes)
Frolicking in fresh white snow,
Their rosy cheeks and smiles a’glow.
Can anything make winter’s case
Like joy on any toddler’s face
As, in his new boots, he’s astride
His shiny sled for that first ride?
It’s messy, yes, and cold and wet
But no one watching, I would bet,
Would trade that winter glee he’s got
To live where weather’s always hot.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2015
Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop
That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop
Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose
But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose
In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill
And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil
Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see
New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea
The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May
With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display
The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows
The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose
July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds
Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds
In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow
Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show
Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived
And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived
Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall
But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall
And what would be November without the hardy Mum
Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb
And finally in December with shiny leaves of green
Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012
Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town
I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found
My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach
The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass
Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree
Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose
I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel
My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked
I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day
A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face
Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
Hereafter in the times of tomorrows yesterday,
Came the development of an exhilarating Christmas holiday.
Sometime earlier than the present time,
This holiday was old fashioned through out mankind.
World-wide festivities nowadays have come,
All the wonders of advancement has finally begun.
Santa's automobile has but only two wheels,
Placed on each side of his shatter proof shields.
No longer are there caribou with bells that jingle,
A 2031 stainless steel V-8, red and white shingles.
Santa is not plump and white bearded like he used to be,
Now he has a shaved head sporting a black goatee.
The good girls and boys get emails on the Eve,
Announcing his arrival and what time he will leave.
There are ramps starting at the base of the exhaust,
Sliding presents down the chimney a lil' crisscrossed.
No more elves working tirelessly at the North Pole,
But electronic robots made of silver and gold.
Tall green pine trees decorated with sheets of red ice,
No more LED lights, now there's something more precise.
The snow used to be white, fluffy and soft,
Now a tiny hue of pink intertwined with blue frost.
The stockings have no gravity, they float and linger,
Special sugar cookies made with a snap of my finger.
Opening gifts using the new electronic scissors,
My whole family wakes up wearing matching knickers.
My son and daughter build snow forts with excavators,
And all through out December we have curious spectators.
I sit here and look back to when I was thirty-five,
I wonder how in the world did I ever survive!
Some say the first Christmas was in December 336ad,
Based on some chart, oh how I strongly disagree.
I miss that chubby old man and his beautiful reindeer,
And his red sleigh while brushing his long white beard.
Oh my, how things have altered so ridiculously fast,
I never thought so much can change from many Christmas's past.
~A Futuristic Christmas Contest~
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Date Written: November 16, 2015
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
The snow is falling, the harsh wind blowing
The fire is burning, peacefulness growing.
Peering out at the swirling flakes of snow
Winters blanket is falling tonight we know
Nose pressed against the cold clean glass
The drifts building and covering the grass.
Windows mist as warmth meets cold
Snuggling in, waiting for you to hold
The blanket of snow rises flake by flake
A world quilted in snow for when we awake.
Warm and comfortable as the north wind blew
The only blanket I need to cover me- is you.
Wrapped in your arms, held safe and tight
Keeping me warm throughout the night.
Praying the world’s snow blanket grows deep
So you can stay warm in my arms in sleep.
© 14/11/2012 ~GG~
Competition Entry: Winter's Blanket
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
I’d started walking hours ago,
Content with strolling in the snow.
The woods fell dark and, lost, I found
The eeriness of snow white ground.
And then I heard a fearsome howl;
I felt a presence, heard a growl.
I didn’t know which way to turn,
And what was there, I daren’t learn.
I ran and heard the heavy feet
Of something wild, not nice to meet.
I tripped and fell and cried in fear,
I smelt its breath, knew death was near…
I love the creepy way snow glows in ther dark
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011
My nephew Eddie has never seen snow,
lives in Florida where snowflakes rarely show.
His two older sisters flew north for a visit,
remembering Maryland's sharp winter blizzards.
We love it down south, they both proclaimed,
but we miss the snow, that's why we came.
On the very last night before sailing back south,
frosty wind showed up and opened his mouth,
blew in a snowy blast that settled all around.
By moon-glow that night the girls could be found,
building a fat friend out on the front lawn,
with a round smiling face to greet the new dawn.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps
By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
Spring has sprung
And we are won!
No cold or frostbite,
But dew holds tight.
All bright slants.
Hit the decks!
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
The first snow fell all angelic and white
We built us a fort full of snowballs to fight
The mailman rounded the corner much to his surprise
Two big fat snowballs dotted both of his eyes
The policeman was summoned all dressed up in blue
We got scared and decided we should just snowball him too
His face was beat red as he filed his report
Stomping all our snowballs and tearing down our fort
Then he led us back home had us each by the ear
Where up on the porch sat uncle Joe with a beer
The policeman told Uncle Joe he would lock us away
Uncle Joe stepped off the porch and made night of his day
Now here we sit in juvy and uncle Joe he is in jail
I reckon I’ll write Santa ask if he can post our bail
Or maybe send his reindeer to crash right through the roof
So we could fly up out of here, upon the golden hoof
If another snow falls all angelic and white
I’ll build me a snowman but l won't snowball fight
I can't seem to bring the contest up so I hope
I did this right. This carol is done to the beat
of "The First Noel"
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
Gazing at the pristine snow
Thinking what a painting I could do
Can paint a portrait with a smile
Or an athlete running a mile
Maybe a single petal as it flutters
Or a country window complete with shutters
But wait another artist is here
Hopping gently without fear
He makes a circle of fine feet
Looking inwards aren’t they sweet
He flies away his picture complete
Tiny footprints made by tiny feet
It was the robin making the snow his own
Looking for crumbs of cake I had thrown
For all the hungry birds too eat
It didn’t matter what size the feet.
What picture on the snow did he adorn?
Was a great picture of a crown or thorns
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
In mid-winter we will be wed:
Oh, that the cool whiteness could be sped !
How my heart waits for her cool embrace
And the feel of snow flakes on my face,
Running warm through her frosted trees,
Watching the river’s fastness slow to freeze,
And the warmth that follows a ski-run,
And the snowshoe races full of fun.
Waiting so long is a weary task,
Till I’m crumping her white damask
Into pearl-grey hollows ,
And shaping shallow billows.
Then our hands touch in warmth and we know
There’s only a few weeks to go :
A smile from each diamond encrusted branch
Shows my face all a-blanch.
As my love walks close by me in a hush
My heart overflows at her special blush.
On sunlit silver snow no cold-eyed tear.
Oh my heart yearns for wintry land soon this year !
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
> have just been sorting out some old papers and guess what I found some old poems.
There talking on the radio
There talking on the radio today.
BBC radio Suffolk, I must say.
About wearing pyjamas when outside.
Not in bed, where you can hide.
I’ll tell you now one week I did.
Wear my pyjamas all day, I do not kid.
Had pants on longjohns too.
On top I wore my trousers true,
Covered all in a white snow suit.
Got the picture? Was not swell.
I was in Germany now I’ll tell.
Exercising my war dogs you know.
In the cold and freezing snow.
All the dogs, I took out that week.
Had their thick coats, so were not bleak.
But they could not my pyjamas see.
But I was still freezing cold you see.
I know using see twice, is not nice.
Nor was the weather, I felt like frozen ice.
But I soon warmed once dogs were fed
Went back to barracks and me bed.
Don’t worry dogs were all okay.
On their bed board’s in deep straw did lay.
When on duty and I checked on them.
I could not see any of them.
All of them, were tucked up warm.
Not like me and my friends with pyjamas worn.
We were cold , you could tell.
As our teeth chattered, wordless as well.
But them dogs, all were fine.
Warm as toast were all of mine.
How could I tell, listen its true.
In the morning what I did do.
I entered each kennel very slow.
To take each dog for walkies you know.
Hidden in their bed of straw.
My hand wandered in for lead to secure .
When I touched my dog, I jest you not.
Was curled up in a ball and blinking hot.
And that was something I was not.
But did I take my pyjamas off, no I blinking well did not.
I don’t care if using not twice, ain’t nice.
As without those pyjamas on, I’d be like ice.
I would be freezing cold and that’s not right.
And on that chill note, I’ll say good night.<
Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016