Best Frosty Poems
When twilight hangs on the silver of trees
In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release,
My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl
Beneath the dome of clouds, set in misty pearl.
Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress
On branches gracing a season's finesse,
The nightingales coo of winter's refrain
Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained.
In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour
As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower!
Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3
by nette onclaud
After their work was done
Santa and Frosty wanted some fun
Off to town they did go
To take in a Disney Show
Candy, popcorn, and many frosty drinks
They did partake
At intermission they need a bathroom break
Santa stood in horror and fright
As he watch and hollered a warning on that night
Where Frosty hands had been there was only a stub
Because under the dryer his hand, he tried to rub
Now they need it to snow some more
To replace the parts of Frosty left on the floor
By Roper 12/14/2014
Frosty
He can’t feel his fingers
They’ve gone numb
He built a snow girl
a beautiful one
Fashioned with snow
He gave her soft mitts
She’s perfectly sculpted
with ruby red lips
He kissed those red lips
brought her to life
Sexy with curves
Would she be his wife
When things got hot
She melted in his arms
I guess in the end
She succumbed to his charms.
Way beyond
Iced birdbath
Dead fennel
The garden's
Frosted fence
Frozen hill
Candescence
Seen through pines
Golden sun
Tricube poetry form
Autumn leaves twirl in an aerial dance
As skies transform to shades of gray
Soon, winter will take a stance
And the north winds will blow snowflakes our way
As Halloween ends, November winds set in
And not long after the winter solstice begins
Casting its frosty spell of gloom
And sunset comes all too soon
Snow begins to fall as twilight nears
Its silence echoing through the night
The hush continues until dawn
With a landscape adorned in white
10-19-2020
Collaboration with the Silent One Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Frosty Interlude~
She ambled in the frosty woods.
Wondering, if with her imbalance
problems and her cane, if she should.
Still, she forged ahead bravely through
slippery branches and dead grass,
Till the world tilted and she went
crashing onto her _ss!
As luck would have it, a fellow-
canes-man was there.
He greeted her and brushed the
dead leaves and frost from her
graying, full head of hair.
Stood the grateful woman up,
and took her to his gentlemanly
lair.
Hot chocolate and cookies were
placed on the table.
He gave her a warm, Turkish towel,
to dry her long hair, making her
serenely comfortable.
They spent that entire November
day together!
A day she will always with sweet
thoughts and in her heart, fondly
cherish and remember!
11/1/2019
Form:
Frosty Words
Written: by Tom Wright
4/7/2018
I allot time to past words frosty in flight,
They’re like chains or a promise unbroken.
By vacated words I frequently feel contrite,
But vociferous words cannot be unspoken.
Words are like arrows departed from quiver,
Once released from a bowstring can’t return.
Whatever the intended message, they deliver,
And the recipient cannot your heart discern.
Once frosty words are released on a course,
And settled in on their intended quarry;
Though we seek forgiveness and feel remorse,
These same spent words return to inventory.
intricate designs grace wintry windows
frosty lace across the pane
angels sign their art work
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on January 1, 2018 for NEW YEAR STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Written: August 25, 2023
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Whispering snowflakes
Slowly form a cocktail dance~
With winter's embrace
The lonely heartbeat
Ebbs to nothing in the cold~
Silence claims its toll.
Lost in darkened skies
They say look, sun will come one day~
But pain lingers on
In shadows, I dwell
Vines of sorrow grip my heart~
Stars weep in despair
"Frosty Morning"
by Rachel Heffington
I've heard that in the halls of old
They plated everything with gold-
The chandeliers, the pillars, floors
With spoils from their latest wars.
Yet all this splendor cannot be
As rich as what is given me.
For every night as soft we sleep
Out in the dark, and midnight deep
A beauteous miracle is done
Before the waking of the sun;
And if I wake just at the dawn
I catch a glimpse of what went on:
Each leaf is clad in crystal cloak,
The grass glimmers in fairy smoke.
The rudest bramble, tinged with rust
Is sprinkled well with diamond-dust.
The thorn, the tree, the hidden flower
Are glittering with a silver shower
And things that never caught my eye
Are regal in their shimmering dye.
This miracle is but for those
Who early from their beds arose
And I can say I'm wealthy quite:
My world is gilded every night!
Did you hear about Frosty The Snowman?
His reign didn't play out according to plan.
Neighborhood dogs peed on him yellow.
He was one most mortified young fellow!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "A Christmas Character Clerihew" Contest
Let me tell about a snowman, Ole Frosty
He needs a facelift that's way too costly
Coal eyes are covered by saggy eyelids
And a dimple chin reaches his forbids
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: Four-liner: Clerihew
Written: December 08, 2014
frosty morning
the stone seats by the beach
empty
Sharp, crisp, scent-filled air
Inundates the nose, winter
Smells of frosty cold.
Glacier! Icy, cold,
hard. Diamond-like, it chisels
the frosty landscape.