Heaven Snow Poems

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Details | Quatrain |
The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.

This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.

The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.

With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.

His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.

The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.

The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.

November 25th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully, 
each bird taking a turn on point.

All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone, 
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us, 
of dying unknown.

A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
nothing changed.

I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.

Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.

After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.

February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on star-dust wings for spirit a Godsend.

On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noon soft snowfall does ensue
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heartstrings.

In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.

Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.

Susan Ashley

Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
        Heavy cold dew spreads like crystal glass at twilight 
        your halo glistens with flakes of winter white
        imprints of Angel wings so feathery lite
        calming winds whisper across your spirit light

        The sun to rise and warm as you softly say good-by
        to Heaven you soar across the winter sky
        alone I stand tear drops frozen as I cry
        new winter snow falls upon the ground again to sanctify.

   Tammy Reams   11/11/2015     Placed 3rd
   Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings  'Write Me A Winter Poem- Poetry Contest'

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |
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

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.

Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
Some years ago there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
I listen to the sound of Christmas all around me,
Glistening snow reminds me of loved ones in heave,
My daughter sings of silent nights alone with God,
There is no sacrifice great enough to thank him for his submission,

Sometimes we must stand alone, because that is what he asks of us,
But we are never alone,
The sound of Christmas envelopes us and says, “I see you.”
It whispers to us, “I love you.”
It caresses us with my daughter’s winter chilled cheeks,

Some years ago, there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
And these tears I cry, are not tears of sorrow, or merely joy, but a sound.
A ringing of gratitude, that gently chimes with the gracious bells of salvation army reps.
A ringing of brotherhood, throughout the stores and slushy streets.

Yes, it’s true there is much sorrow in this world.
There is much pain,
There is much darkness,
Yes, there is much for us to learn,
And this sound, this wondrous coo of an incarnate God who loved me enough to sell his soul
on my behalf.
Who loved me enough to sell himself to sorrow.
There is no better melody.
I am enraptured by flowing snow that tell me sister that she is entwined in a beautiful
My father in law shot himself, but the coo of my incarnate Krishna, of my child Savior
whispers to me that he is at peace.

There is much sorrow to this world,
And my soul is often heavy,
And there is this sound, this sound of brotherhood that assures me, that my sister will
stop cutting herself and men will live in harmony.

This sound of Chrismas.

I tell you there is no greater glory than to know that he chose us,
He chose us for this moment, to know that Christmas is risen,
And it gives gifts unto men,
With the sound of a babies coo,
And a man’s sacrifice.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku |
a snowflake falls from heaven 
lands on the tip of my nose 
and points the way

Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2016

Details | Classicism |

Icy snow Icy snow,
I know we both glow.
All around wind blow,
Blessings of god, all the time flow!!

Ice and spice,
He rebelled the precious words thrice.
In the soul of Your's my love lies,
You are the enchanting persona, who is so nice!!

Frozen ice all around,
You and me, just tightly bound.
Ohhhh my Owl in grass bowl,
I know You sometimes scowl.
But You are the enthralling persona with whose heart I will be immersing 

Rivers flowing into sea,
You are as sweet as like the honey bee.
Darling so its goes,
Something's are mean to be..
Wholeheartedly, You love me!!

Whales diving into sea,
Thanks for whatever You shower on me.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Your world of divine, ignited with me!!

Chasing dreams, You made me fly,
You are the diamond shimmering in my eyes.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Sparkingly, You Love me!!

Like the birds nesting on the tree,
Removing my pain, You made me free.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Enamorously, You Love me!!

Being with You is completely fine,
Superbly You are forever mine.
My feeling towards You, will always pine
Darling so it goes..
Something's are meant to be..
Graciously, You Love me!!

White lustrous sheen of silver all around,
Passion of love which I truly found.
Rolling like a merry-go-round.
Darling so it goes..
Something's are meant to be..
Delightedly, You Love me!!

Awe-inspiringly You are so cute,
Strings of my heart, mystically flute.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Marvellously, You Love me!!

Off the bush had chosen a lovely tweak,
I know You are a talented geek,
Dazzingly You reached the highest peak.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Magnificently, You Love me!!

Silver lining in the sky,
Love the way, the way You ply,
Guilefully You are been marked as sly.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Wondrously, You Love me!!

Glaciers,lush green meadows,chilled river, 
Romance blooming in an air,
Intimated coziness Everywhere.
Darling so it goes..
Something's are meant to be..
Fascinatedly, You Love me!! 

You are as sweet as like a sweety pie,
My strings of heart You beautifully tie.
Darling so it goes,
Something's are meant to be..
Flying kisses,stopping me by saying a lovely good bye!!

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
that  day it came down
it was the on ground
you could hear wet sound
there was no brids to feed

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
its feel like christma
if there the white stuff
if it sticks and thick
 and make snow ball quick
its fun to run
as the wind blow

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
   The majestic moon abjured her light,
      beneath a clear and starless night;
Between the heaves of her first winter storm,
      snow gently falls with alluring charm.
Twilight glistens on the frosty swirling air
      peaceful silence spreading everywhere.
Along the shimmering silver lake
      an alluring scene, a breath to take.
Frosted pines stand tall and erect;
      the winter moon casts her full effect;
But not to wake but slumber on,
      to dream of summer long since gone.
Meek is her soft and gentle voice;
      lending to the poetry of her choice.

Copyright © Johnny Martinez | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme royal |

                              Watch as lissom snowflakes rappel the air,
                                   From afar alike yet never the same,
                                On sojourns quiet or with much fanfare,
                             A passage lonesome or lit with love’s flame.
                     Lasting place ‘tween clouds and plains none can claim,
                            From the sky they came of low or high birth,
                                  In a heartbeat to melt into the earth.

Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018