Best Flake Poems


Premium Member Snow Flake Ballet

Grace swirls
Lace pearls

Flake

Excuses
Idiotic nonsense
Woulda, coulda, shoulda
Pathetic apologies become reality
Failure

Premium Member The Snow Flake

THE SNOW FLAKE

What happens to angels tears, as they fall from the
Heaven above, into diamonds of ice so are they
Transformed, turning, spinning in the atmosphere.
Until unique unto themselves, white pieces of 
Frozen lace, perfections icy miracle, descending
From the blue hewed skies of Nirvana.
Covering the last leaf of fall, one by one
The power flakes glisten beneath the October sunshine.
Crystal shells of ice, freeze into water cylinders,
Forming sickles of decorations, that hang from
Every house and tree.
It is truly a winder wonderland, so beautiful
That the angels themselves come to behold,
What their teardrops have made, as a single
Feather falls from wings of grace, it to turns
To ice, and is blanketed beneath the freshly fallen snow.

08-04-2014
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.


Snow Flake and Leaf Adventure - Haiku

Snow Flake And Leaf Adventure - Haiku

Snow flake lands on leaf
Both fall to river raging
Spin past rocks, dizzy

Premium Member Winter Bliss

Grey skies make me smile
Autumn's chill embraces me
Winter's on the way

Now I feel alive
Heat and humidity gone
Summer's oppression

Trees disrobe for sleep
Pray, winter bring your snow
To blanket the earth

White ice lit darkness
Slight crunch of snow under foot
Quiet falling flakes

Swirling wind echos
Calling souls to festival
Join in blissful dance

Premium Member Flake It Till You Make It

a tender flake
his mind melting fast
do you think he's half baked


For Andrea Dietrich's "Leaf, feather, shell or flake contest".
Written August 3rd, 2014. Thanks to Faye for the reminder.


Snow Flake and Mountain

Snow Flake And Mountain

A snow flake came down, in turns, in twists, in blizzard company
Never lands, captured in an updraft, lifts up with other plans
A mountain positioned for a collision with the flake
Seemed tall enough to follow the movement of the thing
Aging in good time, conversant in snow and what it takes 
Also knowledgeable in smaller matters, practicing due diligence
Waited, as mountains are apt to do, in these conditions
To receive the snow form with all its molecules
Take it to a final resting place along the lower face
Crystal flake continued though, on a sojourn to the sun
Still clinging to the upward draft
Not knowing what the sun might do to it
The snow floated, transforming into water
It drew closer to the warmth, to the point of vapor
But in a miracle of ice and cold, it fell or floated down
It drifted back to earth and hugged the mountain
Thanked it for a friendly wind and place to get some shade 
Snow flake gathered whiteness on this little break
Came back to proper form
From the crystal core    
And went on floating ever down for ever more
It would never reach the bottom
The mountain saw to that
It kept the snow flake by its side above the tundra line
Near a full grown pine tree whistling through the needles
Singing sweet lullabies of winter and storms gone by
Snow crystal glides in cozy circles about the pine

Snow Flake

Haiku 
A snow crystal fell
Ten thousand flakes followed 
A snowball hurled

Dancing On a Snow Flake In August

It was unusually cold about this time of year
30 degrees in the late summer beaches
Snow was falling
Angels of white were doing the tango on the sea waves
Whilst I danced on a fluffy little snow flake
Being of Age but not feeling bitter or utter rage
I wanted to compete with the temperature's below normal feet
Margot and I did the waltz until 5
The music in our minds was playing THE BEE GEES' STAYIN ALIVE
Cold hands
warm melody
Lawrence Welk is watching us from the amphitheater on high
Boogie down with this jive flake that I have found
We should be swimming
But I will take the winter dancing on until..
© Bart Jonas  Create an image from this poem.

One Snow Flake At a Time

One snow flake at a time builds Christmas
Spiriting colored lights electric in the air
Through white swirling waves of mist on Winter  
Remember ice cold pine trees bold green
Unusual bright objects ornamented all about
Branches tinseled, an ancient gold angel on top
Clear into late December
Shouting Merry Christmas freely
Whispering Happy Birthday baby Jesus
On one snow flake at a time if it pleases

Premium Member Your Love Is My Snow Flake

My love for you, now, is a new flake of snow, 
It began on a cold winter’s night.
Love’s arms surrounded the insides of me, 
And my heart they did sweetly ignite. 
Igniting to delicate, precise and so tender, 
A matrix in which I am trapped.
My heart wants for you, its passion and lust, 
Your snow has me cloaked, has me wrapped.
Encased on a mountain our love sits unique, 
Other love seems so common and trite.
Our love is the beautiful sparkling snow flake,
Lighting our hearts to a wonderful bright.

Snow Flake Coalition Pretty

Snow flakes once were pretty white
Now one size and side fits all
Now they hail from New York City
From the west coast life and
Mostly from the universities to fight

Free speech flew out the window tonight
Caked in fear, steeped in ignorance
 Piled high in innuendo on the streets 
Like black flakes on a dead agenda corps
Spoiled brats, trapped in fascism's iron grip
Rain down without shame
  
That is not snow falling outside your window
But an ugly mob, demonic in nature at prey
A rainbow coalition but dirty   
Not so pretty and bright like real snow
Not bathed in white privilege like you and I

A political faction falling on you                       
Snow flakes only know hate
Their infestations are contagious
Contaminate linear thought 

Do not speak to snow flakes
(Fragmented thinkers one and all)
When walking down the street
Never make eye contact 
  
Ruled by emotional tantrums and cries
Free speech is not an option
There is only one side to a snow flake, theirs
So run and hide


Authors not:
  *Linear thinking is the process by which linear thinkers put things in order as they experience them and how they express them. Their thinking process proceeds in a sequential manner, like a straight line. A straight line between two points is the most efficient way to get from one place to another.  It could never be confused with fragmented thinkers.

I See You

l see you in a crowded train,
ln a lonely station l see you.
l see you in tomorrow's touch.
ln serene sunrise l see you.
l see you in my office at times
ln eyes that smile l see you.
l see you in sickness and pain
'midst men and women l see you.
I see you in ocean's tide
In shells ashore I see you.
l see you in years passed
ln sultry days l see you.
l see you in a petal soft.
ln a drop of rain l see you.
l see you in a grain of sand.
ln a rainbow too l see you.
l see you in a baby's eyes
ln dreams of love l see you.
I see you in tender lips
In broken hearts I see you.
I see you in a rubble of loss
In tyranny and chaos I see you.
I see you in a strand of hair
In moments of loss I see you.
I see you in a painter's art.
In empty gaze I see you.
I  see you in a writer's pen
In awards, ceremonies I see you.
I see you in blossomed breasts
In flakes of snow I see you.
I see you with all my being.
In moments of death I see you.

Premium Member Wait, there’s-no-flake!

“I’ll catch a snowflake,” John had sung. 
To this hope, during snowstorm, he clung.
        “Look, Mom, I caught one!”
        To her did he run;
By then, all she saw was his tongue.

Faithless Flake

Many flakes
It takes to make 
A snowman 
Little sisters
Little brothers
Make no mistake
Flakes melt and cake
And some are flakier
Than others
The silent fake
For it’s own sake
May replicate
One then another
And float to ground
Without a sound
To lie unfound
A faithless
Lover

by Gail

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