Best Sledges Poems

Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer,
winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning
land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as the
nights draw in, reflecting the bright moon.

Children having fun sledges rushing down the hill
and snowmen appear standing as sentinels to...

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AGE OF TEN

	Way back then when I was ten 
Things were so very different then
I wrote with ink in a fountain pen
Whenever we could we would build a den 
And I loved to help my dad in the garden

Way back then when I was ten
I...

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glittering snow falls
covering the earth in white
making her bridal

Gently yet persistently the snow falls cloaking all in a
white veil. Monstrous drifts block roads and paths.
How can people get to the church? The pastor waits wringing
his hands in despair. Soon the people arrive in sledges and
snowshoes....

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Acrobats in the center ring
Ballerina bears on balls and bicycles
Cavalcades of clowns with calliopes 
Dancing damsels in glittery corsets and tulle skirts
Elephants parade in wrinkled suits
Fire eaters flourish flames
Giants on stilts wave ribbons and flags
High wire artists risk their necks to amuse us
Impressive strongmen pull...

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Our winter weather is highly unpredictable
Jack frost often paints frosty ferns on our windows, but we seldom get any snow 
Occasionally we get a flurry but it rarely stays on the ground 
However, I vividly recall the winter of 2013
It was the first time I...

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"Siren Sings Poe Home"
 


Bells are ringing
Can you hear me singing?

Poe absent, finds his feet
6 feet under snow
Soul is free flying 
with black feathery things
Sharp knives slicing the cold 
Midnight wings 
dancing the Passepied 
with the tintinnabulation 
of swinging titular poets  
Murders of Crows
Christmas...

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Winter’s white shawl gently envelops
purple heather on the hillside
Children launch their shiny sledges
on fresh crisp glistening snow;
joyful laughter fills the air.

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Long ago at Christmas time.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
And A poetry soup honourably mentioned  poet 
7th January 2017

Long ago at Christmas time.
It always use to snow.
We kids slid down hills on dustbin lids.
We really did you know.

Rich kids, well they had posh...

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I am reminded as I look to this bell
with Penola inscribed upon it in brass
of heritage to which it testifies well.
Sixteen men borne over the ocean to vast
wide wastes of white wilderness, there to explore
Antarctic channels, glaciers and savage coasts.
There among penguins and seals were...

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Winter Snow
                              
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Stop to wish them a Happy Xmas,
to all those who do not have a home,
warmth of hearth, family love we have,
do give them a small share of that part.

They seek not your expensive boxed gifts,
neither the glitter of Xmas tree,
out in the open their feet...

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The Prophecy:

An ordinary December morning
extraordinary hopes in white,
streets adorned with snowflakes
embellished in red crystal dreams.
She boarded her cab to airport,
awaited holidays had arrived.
From carousels of Tokyo city
to sledges in the Alps, a while.
Roads blocked in snowfall,
eh, just a glitch in the matrix.
An hour early was...

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A stranger came arunnin through the village shoutin bout something in the forest that was killin the crops.  He was all excited and needed help gettin rid of the creature.  A big crowd gathered and some of the men started their usual manly...

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The human troll

He was the tallest man I have ever seen, bigger than the rest
he had one big eye, a lantern, seeing wide and a smaller eye 
seeing inwards; he retired as an airline pilot at 75.
He preferred to fly at night alone under the...

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Its the first day back to work after Christmas. The news is of snow dumps. Outside it's drizzling mostly, with small thin wisps of snow - hardly visible on the hedges and ledges. Nowhere near enough for sledges.

Its grey, overcast, damp. Outside it is no...

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