Best Snow Flurry Poems
*SNOW WHITE*
ANOTHER
BURRRR! BLIZZARD
COMING
DECEMBER
ESKIMO
FREEZING FORECAST
GHOST-GROUNDS'
HEAVY
ICICLES
JITTERS
KIMONO
LOW-HEAT
MAKING-COCA
NAPPING
OASIS
POWDERY
QUILTS
RESTING
SHIVERING
TURNING TO LOVER
UNDER-COVER
VIXEN-HEAT
WINTER-WINDOWS
XOXOXO's
YAWNING
ZZzzzzz!
*COLD AS ICE*
Zambonice-ing Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!
by;PD
for: ABC contest
The harvest moon rises so bright
Through the deep darkness it does shine
Like an orange ball in the night
Evolving with wishes of mine
Through the deep darkness it does shine
Chasing away any worry
Evolving with wishes of mine
With fall dreams before snow flurry
Chasing away any worry
The golden globe does lead the way
With fall dreams before snow flurry
Friendship strengthens into the day
The golden globe does lead the way
Life is shining just like the moon
Friendship strengthens into the day
It leads the way to colors soon
Life is shining just like the moon
Like an orange ball in the night
It leads the way to colors soon
The harvest moon rises so bright
Heidi Sands
10/6/17
If I were a flower, the one I’d most like to be,
is a big and beautiful Calla Lily.
I’d stand so tall, in the garden by my friends.
My bloom would stay open even when the sunshine ends.
The aroma I emit would tell all that it’s spring.
To children's faces, I’d bring a grin.
I would let everyone know that Easter is near.
Winter is something no longer to fear.
Now they have taken and done strange things with me.
I come in just about any color that you’d want to see.
I not only come in just white, as before.
Now I am purple, yellow, black and more.
I know that I don’t last very long.
My life each year is short lived, but strong.
So of my beauty you must partake in a hurry.
I’m usually here after the last snow flurry.
Well I guess it’s time for me to go now.
I’m being moved to a different place.
I think I’m going to a hospital,
to put a smile on somebody's face.
There is a mystery in the heavens. It is a very special story about the formation of the most delicate pieces of artwork that fall ever so daintily from the skies. This is the mystery of the snowflake. This is a mystery from God!
Snowflakes are like people according to Father God. Each one is so very unique from the other. Not a single one forms the same way nor does any look exactly like the other. Each snowflake has its own design and dimension and each snowflake becomes exquisite in God’s perfect timing. Never has there been a more beautiful revelation for the children of God.
Snowflakes fall from the heavens as miniature heavenly masterpieces of artwork. As the elements shape and have their influence upon each delicate ice molecule, they spin and they spin and they fall to the ground. One snowflake may look very similar to another, but to the Creator who sees every snowflake’s splendor individually, a different story is told. While one snowflake may have a star-shaped pattern, and another like a leaf, they all have microscopic branches like on a mighty oak tree. Each branch is spun ever so uniquely. Each snowflake a magnificent design from heaven.
So the next time you are outside in a snow flurry, rejoice at all the masterful pieces of artwork that are floating all around you. And if one by chance happens to fall upon your cheek, smile and say “Thank you for sending these rare ice crystals to me.
Gwendolen Rix
2-21-15
Have you ever seen a talking Lunar Moon
Wrapped in a sarcenet heart-gold cocoon
Floating in the night sky like a balloon
Breathing the fire like the dance of typhoon?
She is...
An Angel mizzled from Heaven with snow flurry !
An isolated crimson rose that typify axenic glory !
An elegant ruby-red macaw mantled in alluring jewellery !
An olive sunrise in midnight that wreaks luxury !
An epic living legend that trembles the mystery !
Despite the blood that failed to bind this relation
and the religion that blasting a firm objection
She is my sister and thats my final decision
and I can't express this relation with diction
Icy roads and side streets
Cold: possible snow flurry
--Drive slow; Don't hurry!
Melded with raindrops -
the juiceless earth fruited lusciously
and the roaring lightning pops -
the vehement clouds sparked abundantly.
From time of summer -
for the juvenility they long expected
over the awash field they bopped over -
alike the sweetness of wintry roses, the zestful aroma contrasted.
Here and there the lively music got wind of bongs -
when the rain waved by the wind so heavily
the splashy whispery voice sung like yuletide carols -
with roasted chicken along with champagne, savored blithely.
All of a sudden the sun peeped out in between,
reckoned alike to chance once upon the Kris-Kringle's camion
Over the sky it arced with orange violet yellow blue red indigo green,
glowed as if presents wrapped along with gleeful horizon.
The sky that outraged fell out the factual consequences,
Around the globe masses fantasied the season to be resurgence
Palsy-walsy rain was alike the snow flurry occurrences,
Jejune July was abided by the Holy Christ's renascence.
The storm gathers strength
air increasing its wavelength
clouds rush as past they scurry
the cold creates a snow flurry
the winds fight as they battle
cold against warm they rattle
out to sea the waves gigantic
as they rush across the Atlantic
building up into a hurricane
tossing like balsam the plane
the waves below broiling
for war they are spoiling
the ocean their playground
eerie, the lights and sound
of the clashing clouds
bodies will fill the shrouds
before the peace returns
until then the world burns
as nature's anger subsides
and the souls peace abides
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Falling snow, beauty belies its hidden dangers!
White-veiled mountains can be a threat to all below,
But on the day the inviting piste, it's splendours!
Skiers, see the sparkle in their eyes, they love the snow!
They jump from mounds, landing in a great snow flurry!
Slamon round the mounds, snow flying, friends cheer them on!
Then there's tobogganers, always in a hurry!
Snowboarders, somersaulting, an exhibition!
Dusk, the piste brilliantly lit, skiers enchanted.
They no longer ski alone, shadowed company.
Downhill runs ending with a party, some canted
Party ending all happy, no one got frumpy!
Next day, goodbyes all done and dusted, flying home.
Still, snowing flight cancelled, oh well no one complained.
Sadly the snow, heavy, piste closed, hear them all moan!
The next day, avalanches and worse for them rained!
A winter vacation to Grandpa’s farm
Involved a drive over the Great Divide
As long as we didn’t hit a bad storm
I can make it in three days, if I try
I know now, it would be better to fly
Than to chance the weather by driving there
Anyway, the trip started without a care
Then came the day to cross the Divide
Got part way, up when the weather turned bad
But we were committed, nowhere to hide
Car slipped, kids asked, “are we OK Dad?”
Made the summit and felt better a tad
As we started down, the car lost traction
Turned the wheel, a knee jerk reaction
Things went from bad to worse in a hurry
I had lost control on a mountain pass
And could hardly see through the snow flurry
The car was fishing tailing, I gave it gas
Scary as hell, but gained control at last
It was strangely quiet for a shot time
Frightened to death but then all was fine
On the trip back, the weather was OK
We got to where the car fish tailed and stopped
It scared all of us once more on that day
Seeing the cliff where the car could have dropped
I still think about how we could have flopped
Made myself a promise that’s sure to last
No winter driving on a mountain pass
Charles Sides
Rhyme Royal Poetry Contest
Worry, worry, worry
rush hour's snow flurry
Blurry, blurry, blurry
windshield's already slurry
Hurry, hurry, hurry
home, so the car's not buried
Scurry, scurry, scurry
'undercover' with s/t furry
A winter sun doodles dandy-long legs shadows
over my eyelids.
Closed eyes from the glare, now
an insectivore brush of fine shadow hairs.
Knuckles rub eyeballs until they water.
Sunlight jumps into the day again
plays 'hide and seek' around passing clouds.
A patchy sky dumps a snow flurry
down the back of coat.
Squirm, wet spine, squirm.
Do a little dance with tingling toes.
"A daddy-long-legs is not a spider,
though it is an arachnid
related to the scorpion family."
Later on, mind winces upon reading this.
Sun shadows akin to scorpions,
not a thought to play with
when your back is still damp
and cringing.
near invisible
each snow flurry slow and cold
decadent landing
I hate mornings, yes I do!
I hate mornings, don't you too?
Tripping across the ice cold floor;
Stumbling 'till I reach the door.
Then step into a nice warm shower;
Gee wish I could spend an hour.
Dry my hair and comb it too.
Boy wish I could find that shoe.
Grab a bite, then it's out the door.
BRRRRR, this is words than that icy floor.
It's off to work in a great big hurry;
Trying to ignore the immense snow flurry.
I hate mornings, don't you too?
There is too much hustle and bustle to do.
I hate mornings, and this is true!
I hate mornings, Yes I do!
A winter sun doodles dandy-long legs shadows
over my eyelids.
Closed eyes from the glare, now
an insectivore brush of fine shadow hairs.
Knuckles rub eyeballs until they water.
Sunlight jumps into the day again
plays 'hide and seek' around passing clouds.
A patchy sky dumps a snow flurry
down the back of coat.
Squirm, wet spine, squirm.
Do a little dance with tingling toes.
"A daddy-long-legs is not a spider,
though it is an arachnid
related to the scorpion family."
Later on, mind winces upon reading this.
Sun shadows akin to scorpions,
not a thought to play with
when your back is still damp
and cringing.