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Elegy Snow Poems | Elegy Poems About Snow
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(Part 2 of Trilogy for My Father)
We stand on cemetery Astroturf
strategically placed to spare us the dread hole,
snow scaling the tops of our shoes
to compete with the ice in our hearts.
The old priest’s boots peek from beneath
a cassock that dangles below his parka.
He jokes gamely about the weather,
reading prayers for my father, a man he never met,
with shaking hands and chattering teeth.
He is a stranger recruited by the others lest someone
discover the shame of self-inflicted death.
Numb in every way it’s possible to be numb,
we await the blows of a grief that suicide denied us
and summon memories that refuse to respond
while, in their place, we have
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
The snow fell on bloody ground
turning the white to red, eating the silent
flakes till they disappeared into red dust.
The hand lay still...hopelessly bound
in death. Warm red snow was not meant
to melt and cover white life with lust.
No breath melted the blanket of white
dancing playfully on the mother's son
who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover.
He had wanted to stay...not feel the splice
of war...taking him beyond the red sun
atop the earth where the hawks hover.
Copyright © Patricia Langston-Moran | Year Posted 2008
Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.
Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.
Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.
Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.
Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2012
Winter freezes the heat of the year,
That shivers within our hearts, oh dear!
A season where Christmas celebrates
A time everyone liberates.
Friends of all rejoice and play on snow.
Forever friends none bothers even time is on go.
Tears on faces of every memorable moment,
Like snowflakes that pour heavily on earth below.
Love really is a powerful gift
But all alone it is without friendship.
Love of friends makes us lift
As if love is like the oceans so deep.
But like winter, all is unwell.
Sometimes friendship, on the dirt fell.
So comrade, I say unto you,
Love not only your allies but your foes too.
A good friend you are,
And my love will be with you even from afar.
Time will fly, old and new friends you will meet,
As cold as snow may seem, let your love for them feel the heat.
I thank you for the friendship we had.
Swear that I will forget it not.
Even fierce snowstorm on the days add,
Leave you I would dare not.
My friend as white as snow,
Wherever you go, let me follow.
Memories I won’t throw,
Stay in my heart you will, comrade on snow.
Copyright © Jan Martin de la Cruz | Year Posted 2016
Peerless and unrivaled, you are the greatest of them all
Lo, how denigrated to some you have become
What misfortune to be labeled as frigid and bitter.
The beauty of your pureness sleek with sleet and reflected by daggers of sickle can turn any ice-cold heart warm like the fire your presence invites.
We handle fragile things with care because of their delicate nature.
The stillness and soft sound of the snow falling in the somewhat sad season
Only, it is sad because it is the shortest of them all.
To see you go is to look upon the face of Persephone approaching her repeated doom...
Copyright © PoetPrentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017