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A Joyless Job

At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.

My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.

"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.

Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.






November 18th, 2014

Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014



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Winter's Kiss

The bird’s house is capped with a snow drop.
The bird’s bath is a mushroom like form.
The branches all groan, snap, crackle, pop,
with the weight of the night’s snow so borne.

The cat’s on the rug near kitchen vent.
The furnace is pumping out more heat.
The tea kettle’s whistling with intent.
The old gal settles down with a sweet.

The car’s all shrouded, a sheet of white.
The trellis is a grand work of art.
Outdoors the benches all gleam with ice.
The new moon’s a rare, randy, upstart.

Darkness descends will a muffled whisper.
She sips tea and remembers who’s kissed her.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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Snow Replay

Not Again! six inches on top of the snow we already had! This started out to be a blank verse sonnet, but it didn't turn out that way.


The snow has smothered life tonight
Our world now gleams in flawless white
Below the earth, the bulbs’ low whine
impatient with delay of time.

Their voice is faint and fainter still
the cry of birds in fluffed-up chill
so hunger thinned in winter snap
with hidden food beneath its wrap.

Yet seed thrown out on top of snow
and cooked with peanut butter, slow
then shaped in cakes with honey glue
has brought to us a checkered queue

As daylight hails, we watch to see
this comic scene of feathered spree.









Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015



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Moon is my Muse

Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars

Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears

Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night

As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky


~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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The Junko

The Junko

Oh! Little space invaders on the ground 
Payne's grey and white, with Mars black eyes so round...
Piow-piow-piow-piow-piow...your hailing sound...
I watch as you peruse the fall leaf mound.

Old Wives' Tales claim your sighting warns of snow.
I don't recall a timeframe for it though!
And since it's warm, I'm put in quite a throe...
In just how this could be...with what I know!

Oh! Junko! Little Snowbird, is your name,
The weather has not changed, it's still the same!
Oh! Prophets of the snow...you play a game...
No snow's in sight...looks like this call's for rain!

While looking out my window...this I found:
A spark'ling blanket...white...layed all around. 



deborah burch©12.28.16

Form: Sonnet 

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2017

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WINTER MAGIC

SNOWPLAY Most love Christmas cozy, warm At home with family, socks and tree Embrace each other, cuddling arms Together enjoying, carefree For me it's cold and snow and you Snowflakes on my hair, in eyes Laugh and chase you 'til I do Trip and fall. Before I rise You jump, you pin me and you kiss The stars, the grey day far away I only see you, I don't miss The warmth indoors, happily stay With glee outside on Christmas day For hours and hours, sweet winter's play. *** December 26, 2016 N/A in contest: Winter Magic Sponsor: Mystic Rose

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

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First Snowfall

The last of autumn’s leaves begins assault
Of winter gales. The sap within the trees
In hibernating xylems call a halt
To most activity to some degree.
The birds that once resided amongst them
Already left for warmer spots unknown.
A few remain behind but are condemned
To weather winters snow and ice alone.
The snow begins to fall. At first, a flake, 
Then more and more until the trees are white
And weighted. Branches, weak, begin to break
And fall to earth and soon are crowned despite
The slackened storm. The wind subsides and all
Is quiet and calmness follows the squall.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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Lone Snowflake

Geometric flake comes down from the sky Hexagon center, six lines don’t deny Extended arms going outwards from there Small pieces going beyond without fear I grab this lone snowflake for its safety Though it was so pristine, then I did see This very flake has melted to water Due to the heat of my hand that’s hotter I become saddened that this has happened I loved seeing this masterpiece pattern I weep for the short life of this cool flake I hope to see its brothers, for my sake Just then I looked around, guess what I saw Millions of snowflakes falling, I’m in awe Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Ritual

After months of white covering substance That’s dominated the ground’s existence Powers of the sky peer down upon me And lo and behold there are green blades freed Grass is coming in sight by the sun’s rays The white fluffy snow has seen better days There’s now formed in the middle of the yard Small pond of water just playing its card Seasons change, the melting walk has begun White mass on the Earth melts under the sun Finding green grass, pleasant sight to behold In the sunlight the color looks quite bold Spring has come to save all from the bleak scene This process to turn snow to grass of green Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Cold Nights In Paris

      COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS
There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth
and no demands are made, when time to go;

where lovers slip into the hiding night
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives so they forget their pain.

Their love's a little warmer, from the cold
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat
and warms the lives of both the young and old
who find their love with-in their body heat.

   Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
   without it cold is something they would fear.

© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Early Winter Farm Chores

Early Winter Farm Chores

Shall I muse at midnight on the morning sun
now hiding very far beyond the pale.
Dread farmyard chores needing to be done
as morn sun rises over hill and dale.

Warm in bed, staying would be a disgrace
when winter marches in far too soon.
Tarry late and hot glowing embers embrace
to rise late only in a lazy afternoon!

Or instead jump from this warm , soft bed
racing on out when red rooster crows.
Quickly getting pigs and chickens well fed
all long before the cold winter snows!

Up early before morning's sweet sunlight.
Another farming day, another long fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2015

Note-- Edited an older poem from back in the 80's.
Shortened into a sonnet..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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''I longed for love--love pure like driven snow'' re-revised

I longed for love—love pure like driven snow,
untouched and virgin—in the years to come:
but years did come and go until (O woe!)
it, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Heartbroken, never I a princess met
or maiden girl with whom to spend long nights
of ardent love. (Alas! best to forget
my heart's too foolish hopes of its delights.)
Unstained by sin, naïve and innocent;
unspoil'd by life and vice in the very least:
I cast'd aside my youth's prurient bent,
forswore my loins' lusts and was my own priest!
     Now aged and useless, I've denied all love;
     thus life's reproach abides and won't approve.













Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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Snowy Winter Nights


Snowy Winter Nights


When fall departs and winter's on its way,
our minds are set to face a colder clime;
the days get shorter, evenings quickly gray,
and winter storms will visit us in time.

Inside, from warm, embracing beds at night,
we watch the snow drift down past silvery moon.
Such tranquil scene outside glows in her light
where satin banks of snow and sky commune.

Protected, safe from winter's icy blow,
as gusty winds make snowflakes swirl and fall,
we'll drift to sleep lulled softly by moon glow
and swaying tree limb shadows on the wall.

How lovely are these winter late night scenes
that feed our sleep to make for peaceful dreams.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Write Me A Winter Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 11/19/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Snow White's icy heart -Spenserian Sonnet

You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing,
you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading-
into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging
into something new, indestructible and its paying-
for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating-
whether it's hells best friend, and heaven's clever liar
it's all about the thoughts, the ones that take the time creating-
a poisonous kiss, Snow White's apple, her curious desire-

so sudden yet expected, this obvious satire-
of a mess, a disaster, it's not only killing a fair maiden
but all of the minds involved in this strange iced fire-
one that's about to be put out, and the red apple can trade in-
for the lingering premonition, you've been regretting
cause nothing can be far worse than simply neglecting.

Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2011

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WINTER DUSK

SONNET – WINTER DUSK

The scenes of beauty and serenity
of snow covered fields of peaceful pureness,
falling dusk transpiring tranquility
with the light of day merging with darkness.
Nature showed it’s calmness to uncover,
to create and inspire one more bolder,
to seek ambitiously to discover
nature’s wish, haven for its beholder.
Winter showed nature's beauty to bestow,
the grey-blue hue of dusk, fields of white gold,
the forests and the trees covered in snow,
a white harness to protect from the cold.
	
For a young heart winter meant purity
to have fathomed winter's sincerity.			


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Winter Snow

The soft Winter snow covers the cold ground,
And grants the eyes a quiet wishful dream.
A footprint's crunch is the only sound.
All are enveloped with a fantasy scene.
Its frozen water forms Nature's dress.
An elegant design to softly float.
To reflect a soft light, to luminesce,
And cover the ground with its whitest coat.
Yes, Winter has come with its wind chilled air,
To cover the death of Autumn's leaves.
To bring reverence to life unaware,
Comfort Nature as she silently grieves.

The cathedral Winter asks life to cling.
To find its beauty pure, awaiting Spring

Contest ..Write me a Winter poem
Frederic Parker
11/11/15 

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Covered in Snow

Stuck like glue to the branches are snowflakes Vibrantly white, glowing, gives more than takes The sun comes down into a reflection Bright shining light from its destination Brilliantly the sun tries to melt the snow The freezing temperature makes it slow The sight so bright leaves a lasting image One that will sure bestow on this visage The tree's covered in white from head to toe Holding firm with all its might, that of snow Creating the perfect scene before me Matching joy in my heart by what I see Earth's become a heavenly place of rest Looking like beauty has produced the best
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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Snow Wonderland Zeal

In winter, rails of the fence are heavy Snow covers them, just as white as can be Beauty lands in the landscape, on the trees It’s white too, lovely, pretty as you please Snow reflects all colors making it white Leaving light that is courageously bright Each snowflake is different, quite unique Leaving the air brilliant, full of mystique A stream, still moving along, has some ice Very cold and frigid, had to look twice Air has quite a bite to it, a crisp feel The land is all frozen, the cold is real Whole scene brings about natural appeal Snow is like a solid wonderland zeal
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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WONDERFUL WINTERTIME

Jack Frost is lurking; he’s nipping my nose feather like snowflakes will soon start to fall I stamp my feet - I can now feel my toes winter will wrap her cloak around us all. Soon I snuggle by the warming log fire, outside the garden’s turning snowy white. I watch the flames leap higher and higher winter’s beauty is a glorious sight. Children make snowmen in the falling snow I watch them play; they are having such fun. Their innocent faces are all aglow, they stay outside until the day is done. When winter departs, then in rushes spring I love the changes each season will bring 10 syllables per line checked with How Many syllables 11~21~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Cold, Cold Winter

Cold, cold winter, you wield misery like a knife! No magic wand to be waved 
To make you finally fade into oblivion. You leave me suddenly hankering 
For the halcyon days of summer. There isn't an ounce of warmth saved
Chilled to the bone. Oh dear, I can't seem to shake this incessant shivering!

Nowadays I quiver in my slumber, and another summer seems so far away 
Day by day you keep hovering in the air like a flickering hummingbird
My feet are ice cold, freezing on this snow that covers my doorway
I've mercifully given you a second chance, dear winter; I decline a third

Break this curse of yours; the gust of wind you bring is terrible 
I wish for heavy rain to rid you, snow, your white hue is blinding
I'm beginning to wonder if this misery you've unleashed is curable
The rays of afternoon sun will soon come shining down, I'm hoping 

Meanwhile, I yearn for spring, in all its glory. It will arrive much sooner, I pray
Cold, cold winter, please, please, please...finally be on your way 



Date written: 01/27/2016
Date posted: 03/26/2016

Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016

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Fiery Snow


Love. For that I am here. And for that,
You are here. Beginners in love and life.
Lovers, with heart and faces made off matt.
Lovers, brothers, all roll the same dice. 

Love everywhere, but lovers, go nowhere.
Poets and muses, all half-full-half-empty.
Lovers everywhere, but, love is nowhere.
Time, always slow, became an entity.

A feeling which one can't simply forget, 
Yet we have abandoned it many times.
We all own the mighty cupid a debt,
In between all of these great lover's rhymes.

Yet we don't, we can't do what is not right.
No, we can't, let love adrift in the night.

Copyright © William Nickerson | Year Posted 2015

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Snow Queen

Hast thou snow woman awakened?
Icy milky lips tightly compressed in the cold
For the frozen frost kept me forsaken
Frostbite confirmed there was nothing to hold
Layers and layers of warm blankets
Piles and piles of cosy mattresses
Eternal winter brought forth in a casket
She has to be Autumn’s mistress
She undressed into the unreachable thin air
She danced along the howling wind
Her gown would be ivory and her feet bare
She was a frigid ghost who became queen

Gliding on the pale silks to and fro
Raging queen of the snow

Copyright © Anna Li | Year Posted 2015

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The Winds That Blustering Blow

The Winds That Blustering Blow


The winds that blustering blow
Leave silence by the way;
Far-off cascades of crystal snow
Have burning things to say.

The music of one memory
Stills all the battle-storm,
And in the bitter winter woods
The gray deer nestles warm.

In this Nature's wooded maze
serenity holds gentle sway;
Winter gales leave icy glaze
were woods meet lakeside bay.

As cold winds creatively blow,
Nature puts on yet another show.

Robert J. Lindley, 3- 08-2016

Sonnet mixed syllable count, not in ten syllables.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD

.     SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD
The biting cold of  early March's  freeze
fell from the Arctic northlands down the main,
and froze to death the larks beneath the trees
then silently it crept the Kansas plain.

It slowed the pace of life to just a walk
for busy Texans on the Rio Grande
and failing citrus was the stuff of talk
until the blowing snow was close at hand;

they slipt and slid on farmways coated twice
unwilling to admit they didn't know
how one should drive a Lexus on this ice
or where-from blizzards come and where they go.

      The rattle snake is burrowed safe and deep
        the only place that's warm enough for sleep.
© ron wilson aka veebdosathe Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Whim to Sunshine

                       Snow drops cascading at my window
             
                       Wintry chill ‘n echo ‘f snow did follow

                       Whirled as I sensed winter wind blow

                       Weighing breeze dim, grim, ‘f sorrow
 
                       Wondering I dwelled ‘f a sun ray glow 

                       Swaddled ‘n sun beam’s warmth flow

           
                       Silence stole whispers ‘f some sparrow 
                        
                       Streets stillness slay whims to morrow
  
                       Winter wrath left spring glee no place
  
                       Storm set for days ‘n nights to chase

                       Strike ‘f thunder sprang their nuisance 

                       Wrack sun’s chances to glare ‘n grace  


                       Wilderness rules this scary solemn solace
                      
                       Swept nature’s treasured blissful wonders 
    


Celia Basma 

Contest: Create Your Own Form, Maybe                      

Copyright © Celia Basma | Year Posted 2010

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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

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A Tree Sitting in the Snow

There once was a tree sitting in the snow,
Its branches dusted white, content to be.
Shafts of moonlight shinning on it below,
Then appeared a star on top of the tree.
It was sent from above without a word
To herald a birth, with the three wise men. 
No footsteps were seen, and no voices heard,
Appearing each year in that snow packed glen.
It shined ever brightly on Christmas Eve,
Thus bringing joy and hope for all to see.
After that it would fade away and leave,
Its message left behind to set men free.

The tree stood tall, somehow it always knew,
The star would appear, as if right on cue.

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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SNOW BRIDE - Five Words Challenge

SNOW BRIDE

In the dead of winter comes great beauty, 
with broody storms and the elegant snow. 
The hoarfrost spears hang icy and fluty,
like aliens in guise as they stretch and grow. 
Crisp raw are the branches rasping the sky,
as the wind comes in bluster to disturb.
The alien creatures den under the sigh, 
from the deadweight of the snow they perturb. 
The beauty is sparse and simply at peace, 
a waltz in winter that comes in with pride. 
The snow all in white, we know it will cease, 
but in winter, it's the vail on the bride.
When the joys of spring push away the snow,
then our bride's robed in beauty for her beau.

By Edlynn Nau
©May 29, 2016

For the Contest: Five Words, 
SPONSOR: Timothy Hicks 
FIVE WORDS: Aliens, Winter, Dead, Comes, Beauty
Placement: Honorable Mention

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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An Ancient Poet's Muse, Just A Playing

An Ancient Poet's Muse, Just A Playing

Snow outside, was whitest white, so I wrote
Cream and butter, sisters on fine tables.
Sang I, out of tune, nobody took note
Now sure, there are true heroes in fables.

Rain outside, was wettest wet, so I penned
Coffee and donuts, brothers in pleasing.
Cried I, cast thee that hard stone, I have sinned
Not really, just old poet teasing!

Sleet outside, was coldest cold, so I spun
Bake me no pies, I tell thee no true lies.
Screamed I, no fresh bread, too tired to run
Why such downpours from big belching skies?

Snow outside, was whitest white, so I wrote
Ancient poet's words, hope thee took kind note!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 	112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Snow Moon (Australian sonnet)

She shimmers silver between thickened clouds
in February winter's wind, portent
She tells of snow before the season's end,
whilst Pagan voices sing out loud and proud. 
The circle cast to manifest our rite
O Mother moon in this our sacred space
pray lend your power in your wise embrace
O Cerridwen, the goddess of the night
The moon in fullness shrouded in a mist
as crystal flakes begin to flutter down
and once more Earth will wear her winter's gown
as moonbows form where Lord and Lady kissed.
In winter's silver light, her words are clear 
there is so much work still to be done here.

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010