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Details | Rhyme |

Snow -a Sleep

Snow - a sleep descending on the twilight streets; Snow, in silent fields you lie pristine beneath moon’s glow, a blanket shimmering. Oblivion serene! Tranquilly envelop me in Sleep - a snow; the more you fall, the deeper that I go under. Oh, sweet Slumber, suffocate with pearly flakes those of us the weary that repose, long time having waited like the windrows. As Boreas does blow, lull and bury all in drifting, dreamy snow.
Writer's Statement: In this poem, I have gone ahead and given a title that shows both the theme of nature and what it is a metaphor of. I think it just "sounds" better to write "Snow-a sleep" and then in the second half, I reverse it and write "Sleep - a snow." I think of sleep as a wonderful time when we can totally let go of our tensions and relax as if we were beneath "moon's glow" in "a blanket shimmering" We literally are under our blankets when we sleep, and in the same way that snow covers the ground, our dreams are blanketing us in "oblivion serene." In the middle of the poem, I liken "falling to sleep"to when snow keeps falling and falling and we, like falling snow, go "deeper" into slumber. I like the sound of "sweet Slumber" together, and so I address sleep that way toward the end of this poem. In the same way that snow buries the ground, the "pearly flakes" of sleep can "lull and bury all in drifting, dreamy snow."

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Sunlight glistens off crystal snowflakes
As they float and flutter through the sky
Like butterflies in their freedom of flight,
Never knowing where they might alight.
They leave us awestruck as they join
Together turning the landscape white.

Closer view reveals no two are alike.
In this way, we as tender human beings 
Have much in common with snowflakes.
We treasure our freedom, we are each unique,
And there is much beauty as we unite as an
All encompassing gift to each other 
Bonded by the strength of coming together.

Winter is a time of rest and rejuvenation,
A time to prepare for rebirth in the coming spring
As the first bulbs push their way through the 
Snow covered ground, slowly rising up in 
A blaze of glorious colors, exalting spring hope.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Poem of the Day February 25, 2017

Thank you Poetry Soup Team!

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

Snow White

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

Details | Crystalline |

Crystalline Glaze

Winds whip flakes into snowy whirls That fall to sculpt glazed marshmallow swirls. Sandra M. Haight ~7th Place~ Premiere Contest: Any Theme Crystalline Form Is Acceptable Old or New Sponsor: Rick Parisi Judged: 11/14/2016 ~3rd Place~ Contest: Frozen in Crystalline 1 Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged 11/29/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Melting Thoughts

The snowflakes, white and pure, they ballet in
       Like newborn thoughts that surface from within,
We would be wise to treat them tenderly -
         Just one wrong influence, they cease to be.

And we know not what will become of them.
          They wander, yet inside their havens stay.
Some find their way and rest upon firm ground,
          Too weak, a few by winds are blown away.

The boots of fate come trampling in on that
         which envy, fear and hate already taint.
They fragment those whose flawless structured mat
        have glazed themselves in nature’s silver paint.

‘Exagoni’, pristine, stay free of fear
   Though their impending fate remains unclear.
Likewise, true thoughts stay strong, preserved inside,
    Though they may be washed out by Evil’s tide.

BIG thanks to Andrea and Sandra for teaching and helping me with the form and meter!
Iambic Pentameter

Posted 4/10/2016

Copyright © Sneha RV The Literature Lover | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


SNOWFALL The sweet tasting chill of winter’s wishful dreams glaze in silence distant rippling streams waken to gray crystal glow first act - windblown show descending SNOW blanketing beneath downy throw memories of what we know entombed in ivory’s dark extremes for life is fleeting and death not all it seems 2/9/2015 submitted to – An Invented Form – Help Me Name It – Poetry Contest sponsor – Andrea Dietrich Possible name for form Hell’s Hourglass

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter |


so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dodoitsu |

SNOW JOKE - for Dodoitsu contest

Snow Joke - dodoitsu

Demon clouds ride icy winds,
cold unfeeling harbingers,
blowing dead the flames of warmth’s
wingless snow angels.


submitted to – Winter Dodoitsu – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Heather Ober

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Barefoot on the snow

The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.

Copyright © Sandy Tadros | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Free Reign

Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as space floats up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
winter's full-blowing opera.

Some approach
briefly sway
bouncing isolative moments,
absorbed into white water wind,
incarnate grace of laced exquisite space.

Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
coincidental adventive play,
compassion mating breath 
and blood-flow beat.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |


Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |

SNOW - for contest


Slowly it crept across the peak
Numbing the core of life’s lament
Obscuring what had been before
White shroud upon dreams firmament.


submitted to- WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN – Poetry contest
sponsor – Jan Allison

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

Snow Forts

Let us go my friend
into the white, soft pillows of snow
that sits undisturbed in the yard.
I'll grab the shovels
and you grab the buckets my friend
and we shall build a snow fort,
that'd be the envy of the neighborhood.
Let's go my friend,
I'll build the walls,
you build the towers,
and we shall put the flag up together.
Come now,
go here and I'll go here.
Make snowballs the size of our hearts,
and I'll storm the fort,
and you shall protect it.
Come now my friend,
if I shall win,
then this little snow fort,
shall become a snow fort of love.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

Here is he stuck, within an icy skull

Here is he stuck, within an icy skull.
His cooling core yearns for the warmth of sun.
He sits and sees the snowflakes blend and dull
The rocky walls that trap the frozen one.
Does he succumb to numbing apathy,
Or fight winter, a battle for the daft?
December flowers wilt like his decree
To break the walls with fists and stabbing shafts.
His shaking fists make weapons hard to wield.
The beating turns his wrists to rigid casts.
A golden ray leaks through the wall that shields
And gives a glimpse of brighter sunshines past.
Always his arms grow weak, his strength gives way,
But still he tries again another day.

Copyright © Kyle Maples | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rondeau |

Bloom in the Winter Snow

A snowflake falls, as if winter’s lace,
On each little pansy’s laughing face.
While other flowers have long since died,
All thru the winter they stand with grace.

And when blizzard winds begin to race,
They will not be driven from their place.
For throughout the cold they will abide,
And bloom in the winter snow.

A life full of cold cannot erase
Your soul full of joy, as if a vase
 You can survive, and a smile can’t hide,
If you let love be your only guide.
Sorrow ‘n pain will turn about-face,
And bloom in the winter snow.

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Drunk in a Snow Globe

Patron mixed with Hennessy and coke with heartbreak for a chaser.

Moscato on the rocks is my drink of choice when memories drudge up of “I used to date her.”

Vodka tears from too many shots, shots I took and shots I gave you.

Rum rushing from my pores for every rushed emotion and slammed door.

Hpnotiq caressing my mind as I start to lose my balance and you continue to shake my world up.

Whiskey rubbing my shoulder and massaging my heart saying it’s going to be ok in the midst of a cold storm coming, alcohol runneth over my glass I’m so drunk I mean my cup. 

Ciroq I’ve never tasted I mean I can’t taste this, soon to be a metaphor for you because I’ll eventually lose feeling numb to the winter, a drink named after you. 

1800 shots and now it seems like water and I’m walking and falling upside down, a world I only see when I’m intoxicated giving me wings as if I’m free, free from the chains you bring, oppression, and jealousy.

Bottle after bottle after glass after shot, try to drink the pain away sipping in the morning, it just won’t stop. 

Drink until I see the bottom or the end of me and you then drink another to relive that ending, why do we put ourselves in the same situations knowing the outcome is nothing new.

Its 4:38 am and I’m just getting home…such a late night.

And I’m sipping while I write this starting to feel light and see the light from the morning sun.

About to pass out as my feelings descend from up above to the ground like snowflakes falling effortlessly melting, feeling undone.

I fall back into my bed and the world right side up for the moment, as I fall asleep so deep and for awhile nothing matters unless you observe the details, drunken words outspoken.

Drink, drink, drink, am I an alcoholic? Mine as well be one because no matter how much older I get feelings of you flip me upside down I’m consciously never sober…

P.S. I drunk to get to a fake world in order to feel something real, THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT. 

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dodoitsu |

A Winter Dodoitsu

Ice and snow will come creeping,
nudging the sparse elder tree
and the dark creature of night,
normally watchful.




Contest - Winter Dodoitsu

Sponsor - Heather Ober


3rd place win

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Thought Springs from Winter's Dreams

Thought Springs from Winter’s Dreams Written By Brett Somers 2-20-17 Times are rolling. Focused, pleased with the world indeed. When Winter whispers, “Spring is near,” Mind disperses, Heart expands, As the warm gusts float in. And with breath exhaled, Time begins a stagnant stop. That which was withheld-in, begins, To drop. Trickle of Spring. A leak from Winter’s wintering. As condensed thought, From frozen Winter, Begins to rot. Winters frozen icicle, By clearer direction it points. But in every direction Spring will be, Transforming solid ice into an edgeless sea. And so with Spring, it is also with me. On this first Spring day, My thoughts are dissipating. Locked-in thought from this icicle pop, Is also leaking from me. What I tried to forget, Can no longer be forgot. Released from its frozen tomb, These thoughts flood this room. As I tread, I feel like I’m treading nowhere. As if I were back in utero, Hearing life’s first sounds, From within my mother’s Sacramento.

Copyright © Brett Somers | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Snow of the June

White snow of the June on the streets
White snow flies in windows of mine
I meet my acquaintance, she treats
with silence, it’s strange, it’s the sign.
White snow falls from poplars today
It covers with caress her feet
Winter’s summer is time to delay 
Near her, listening our heartbeat.
Oh, white snow, you are sadness on palm
Let the breath take this sadness from here
Poplar’s old it has lost own charm
Fall will come mowing leaves like some peer.
Oh, white snow, you are under her feet
Poplars lose their beauty today
There’s no sadness and evil, indeed,
Oh, white snow, you will flow far away.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Sound of Gravity: Avalanche

A broken ice cream
Vanilla, cold and white
Comes tumbling down
The frozen silence
Down go the diamonds
Faster and faster
Bright white jewels
Snowballs gather speed
And rumble down the mountain
Farther and farther
Away from the sky
Silence is broken
By a billion angry snowflakes
Rolling ever on

Copyright © Vella Taliare | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Asleep in the Snow

Asleep in the Snow I can't live the way I wanna I just live the way I can Though I can't say you're gonna I just wish you'd understand In this life there are winners And losers all the same But in this pool of sinners I'm a fool who feeds the flame If time could heal the broken Maybe we could learn to grow But dreams are just delusions In a field of frozen snow To rest amongst the snowflakes To dream of warmth and spring Numb to life and numb to strife Just numb to everything

Copyright © Edward Schmitz | Year Posted 2017