Best Snow Blind Poems
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 was gone
To Hawaii, to play golf
A little R and R
With his island wahine
Displaying her snow globes
In her Christmas bikini
Mrs Claus was visiting
Family back east
And the reindeer were grazing
On their tropical feast
When all of a sudden
Out on the back nine
His cart left the path
Cause he'd gone snow blind
All of the golfers
Caddies and guests
Came running with cell phones
Photographing the mess
There in the sand pit
Was Santa red faced
His wahine on his lap
It was such a disgrace
But Santa took names
For next year's big list
If you weren't in Hawaii
"I'm sorry, you missed"
December 25
Wahine: pronounced /wa he' ne
Daniel Turner
Categories:
snow blind, christmas, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
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 windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English muffins
Spread with marmalade.
On a rain soaked early afternoon
When raindrops tumble down rain chains,
As puddles drip from bare branches,
To settle in a comfy chair
With a warming bergamot scented
Cup of tea and little chocolate something.
And when the wind howls in icicles
And evening snow falls in frigid fingers,
Wrapping roads and rooftops in white blankets,
To view the snow blind fury from the fireside
With a spicy pekoe brew in a china cup
From garden parties long ago and faraway.
A simple pleasure in simple lines.
2-9-23
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Theme Chosen: Drinking a Cup of Tea
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
snow blind, happiness, joy, peace,
Form:
Free verse
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 her new found barbies,
smiling at her
smile they did
so minted the american dream,
their lives golden.
These.
These
pocketed keepsakes she kept
next to the chip
on her shoulder.
Yet her music plays
ill forgotten lore and simile
of her family and children,
scruffy unkempt dogs
she never proud,
she drummed over and over,
her catch phrase.
We watched the movie
long ago,
in her element,
in her tempo,
bated breath,
tears falling
and detached.
Yet her music plays
so content
and spawning such a fondness
in her heart,
of them rowing a boat,
aging, golden.
Yet her music plays
sadly
in her heart
of emptiness
at home
dying,
lifeless grey eyes.
Yet, so steely
her song
snow blind of her son
sitting next to her
in the darkening theater,
her wintry chill,
so indigenous,
taking life hostage.
Just my child
her teeth
chattering
to piano keys
playing,
playing in her concerto
dancing on golden pond...
such a waste her lips mimed.
Her keys.
And mine sink low.
... Just my child
she sat akimbo,
in silhouette,
tears I imagine,
and her voice
... and her voice
once icy then
now a scar,
a ghost,
... scruffy come here.
connie pachecho
6/30/17
Categories:
snow blind, absence, betrayal, boat, mother,
Form:
Lyric
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 I can’t touch.
I want to go home but I can’t see how.
Snow blind. A slow rolling conveyor belt.
Fresh plumes of spiraled smoke smoldering air.
A fire outside. Flooded roads start to melt.
I want to get out but can’t pay the fare.
Grey sparrows take refuge in candlelight song,
their throaty notes grapple Gregorian chants.
I’ve stolen music where short breaths draw long;
where spared by my own Dark’s draconian dance.
Slow down the belt. Thin tin buckles. Louder.
Churned poverty stops - returns as black powder.
11/13/2018
Categories:
snow blind, death,
Form:
Sonnet
Climber
by Odin Roark
Reality readied its chance
Ascent of an alpine face
Traversing ice and cold
Challenging steel axe and rope
Such was the pulsating vibration
Facing another dawn
That day
Blade and ice danced slow motion
Penetrating deep into resistance
Echoing through layered centuries
Awakening nature to its presence
Breath became reserved
High altitude remained merciless
Snow-blind eyes squinted thankfully
As yards became feet
Became inches
Became respect for the unknown
Frozen feet
Cinched tight inside
Defiant crampons
Numbly impelled their serrated spikes
The blue iced chorus groaned displeasure
Reminding auger-encroachment
Frozen time was forever resilient
Destiny prevailed
Mortality hung suspended
As will over apathy
Courage over defeat
Found fear had been conquered
Life’s architecture
Like da Vinci ’s Vitruvian Man
Became a frozen tapestry
Life’s proportions
Past
Future
Present
Coalesced
Transformed
Became…
Some might say such a tale
Mere envisages
Penned into a journal
To bide some time
This night however…
The mountain-wall’s next attempt
Huddled in a tent weathering sub-zero temperatures
Sipped tea from his father’s battered cup
A legacy found long ago
Floating atop glacial runoff
Through the night
Ink continued flowing
Tin cup foreshadowing remained warm
First light neared
Categories:
snow blind, life,
Form:
Free verse
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 going to freeze
the snows is falling
it hard to breathe
we call it a blizzard
it's getting hard to see
in the morning
you can see your breath
grab your shovel to
clean mother natures gift
a clean sheet of white
reflecting the midday's sun
as you step inside
you realize your...
snow blind
Categories:
snow blind,
Form:
Snow blind,
in a snow storm.
Some just don't know..
winters sailor be warned !
South winds and east winds adjour,
stuck here all winter nice and warm.
Categories:
snow blind, adventure, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
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 many here hold my beer
blithely eager watch this rolls of the dice
simply to gain a little altitude a little vista
no audience necessary or even indicated
just a little reconstructive surgery by Dr. Peel
to scamper us along the Great Slippery Slope
we rubbernecks in Mardi Gras trim
still at this late date being required
to toss the shiny brass ring token coin
into the carousel's giant clown mouth
light up the pin ball machine's backboard
subtext to the bombastic circus of philosophs
and its beatings its impossible absolutes
a bewitched wonderland of terror and delight
herded by breathing psychotic clumps of atoms
and then by gosh by golly the sun comes up
so I watch my back almost exclusively
through Eskimo slits snow blind and groping
with a smile for the shopping cart wranglers
tip big all the busty truck stop waitresses
hedge my bets at the crooked bookie window
with a bliss enforcing scratch behind the ears
for my ever starving three leg fur dog Tripod
and happily crank the music knobs up
mosh thrashing towards free volition
while the neighbors bang the ceiling
pound the walls stomp the floor
threatening to put me where I belong
funny how I can never get the specifics
as to where in bandage land that might be
but I have the peripheral suspicion
that my playful sweet tooth for curiosity
has exceeded certain limits
Categories:
snow blind, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
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 electrics static,
you came gently clanging
Deep into that darkness changing, snow blind
To warn me about the steady
That incremental isocheim - that incremental isocheim
Death shall bring trends
Eagerly I looked for tragedy, wintertime
The festivals alteration adjusting
The dynamics brought such sorrow, snow blind
I have dreams of flows misting snow men and women kissing
I crave the coolish, changeable climate
The cyclic cold snap contouring
Take thy gruel hot coal from out my heart
Come stand wit me twit the freezing blizzard
Come dear heart
Much I marveled the integrated icebox
The snow-covered snowplow steadying shoveling
So inviting is the thought…
To be frozen with me come not see will be so kind
If together we be 2 frozen lovers just snow blind
1/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
snow blind, analogy, cool, funny love,
Form:
Free verse
Twas the night before Christmas before I got home,
it took a train, bus, and taxi in falling snow;
and how that bus on the road did sway and roam,
while the wild snow and wind did howl, roar and blow.
It began in northern Ontario on a train,
and it was wonderful gliding through forests frozen;
then, onto a bus that wandered from lane to lane,
my wish to get home for Christmas seemed ill-chosen.
Then, somehow we arrived to my city in an icy snowstorm,
slipping and sliding- I ventured outside snow blind;
and got a taxi with a driver that was barely a life form,
but, when I saw home such lovely thoughts twined.
The driveway was a hill- now all ice and snow covered,
I started up and would just slip back down again and again;
so, crawling on my knees was the best way I discovered,
finally, I made it to the porch and front door- amen.
I entered like I had walked all the way from the north,
so, cold I shivered for an hour in front of the fire place;
but, I made it and how happy was my mom's face,
we kissed again, again and again- back and forth.
________________________
December 04, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Coming Home For Christmas
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1506-612-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Night Before 3
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 12/23/2022
First Place
Categories:
snow blind, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
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 strive to soldier on
Battle with each breaking dawn
Stagger like a fallen Fawn
In defeat slow quartered, drawn.
Old trees concede the warmth I seek
The wisest owls too cold to speak
Mock the soaring hawks as weak
Call even nature’s beauty bleak
And yet we hold to Solstice hopes
As snow-blind climbers cling to ropes.
John G. Lawless
©11/19/2022
Categories:
snow blind, december, seasons,
Form:
Verse
Movies at midnight and musical drifts
I am snow blind and mesmerized in it all.
Sheer delight in the stardust moment,
Transient though it is.
It banishes everything in wonder.
Categories:
snow blind, uplifting,
Form:
Verse
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 it drifts in quite lands
of vacant eyes lost!
In the dreams of a former glory
of others cast in light
n shadows in a box
electric and dynastic…
A fearing nation lost without
and within, single-minded think, not!
Singular in abstract thoughts of truth
or reality lost and snow blind…
Eyes staring vacantly covered in night
a fearing nation of ill will and dark dreams!
Categories:
snow blind, addiction, adventure, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
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 of a swan.
Beneath the earth
you want to dig out
the remains of dark hoods.
Gale-force winds
promise to make you
snow-blind.
Satish Verma
Categories:
snow blind, art,
Form:
ABC
Ever watchful,
the third man
and we knew
there was one
that
always followed on
behind
snow blind,
but able to see
the future paths
laid out for me.
Categories:
snow blind, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme