Best Snow Blind Poems

close the door
turn the heat up high
you'll still be cold
it's minus thirty-five 

the wind is blowing
the snows up to the knee
put on your coat
your still...

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By the grave I saw blacken snow flakes
Lightning flashed as I witness
Drawn down from blacken purple skies
Burst of brilliants, winter blast snow blind
Upon a midnight...

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Twas the day after Christmas
Throughout the North Pole, 
Not a creature was working
Not one Ho! Ho! Ho!
The elves were at home
They had the day off
Santa...

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A  Simple Pleasure

A simple pleasure in simple lines

Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted...

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Mama's Golden Pond Cried


Mama loved to chew 
off the Golden Pond
bone
chew the fat
of their autumn leaves, 
dressed in splendor,
a scenic lake and cabin,
her pseudo stage,
of...

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Climber
         by Odin Roark

Reality readied its chance
 
Ascent of an alpine face
Traversing ice and cold
Challenging steel axe...

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I’m broke ‘n’ don’t think I like it too much.
Last night’s cab ride.  No one turns the wheel now.
I stare through cathedrals whose glass...

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Snow blind, 
     in a snow storm. 
Some just don't know.. 
     winters sailor be warned !...

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I’m not sure if it’s the shortened days
That douse the fire with malaise
Doubts that color vain displays
Red cheeks that the cold wind flays.

And yet I...

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Movies at midnight and musical drifts
    I am snow blind and mesmerized in it all.
Sheer delight in the stardust moment,
  ...

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After the 
elective execution, 
you reach at the 
end of nowhere.

A wayward 
cloud stands alone 
under the plump moon.

It is absolutely? 
white, like the 
wings...

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I don't know about you
but the seeming me abused and cursed
had all my birth fingers burnt off
at the first knuckle before the first lullaby
from too...

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I wear love like a birthmark, 
With pride on my breast, 
This dance until dawn, 
Bids it sweat and salsa, 
Silently sway, 
Then delirium scream....

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Against the roll of Winter's drum, 
muffled tempo beat slow, 
curls of coal dust, billow, 
drift, nothing to hear, less to know. 

Magnesium flared streams,...

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Casting stones into rivers, 
broken deep in the core.

The tide of something coming.
Rusted in hue lost in the soul.

The tv burns in its silent snow
as...

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