Best Snowdrifts Poems
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
Blood is slowly chilling inside my frail veins
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof
His breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Snowdrifts climb higher on the sills in reproof
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof
This room is the chamber where I'll be interred
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Winter's hand has caused a temperature dip
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Terror incites me to curse what I abhor
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
August 17, 2017
Categories:
snowdrifts, death, fear,
Form:
Terzanelle
Another year has come - chillingly -
and more chillingly for me than in decades heretofore.
I watch it ranting from my window as I recall. . . .
The year already past had tugged me from those tame and toasty days
when I lay face up to sun
dreaming that my summer would never end.
It brought me to this winter when it withered up and died,
but half a century and more of memories
had fallen for me by now.
Like pretty crystal flakes they fell, drifting through my mind -
places, events and people.
Oh, those people I looked up to in my youth -
fallen as the snow!
How many pretty snow flakes have melted now away?
Only my memories of them remain. . .
memories now piled up like snowdrifts in my brain.
Yes, the newborn year has arrived.
Just one month old and already, it has lost its crawl.
This infant’s aging process parallels, on the larger scale,
that fleeting span of time known as life -
a time that all the living undergo.
The new year carries on (as must we all) to soon complete its cycle.
Let it bluster. Let it wail. Let it rattle at my door,
for soon enough, all signs of it will cease.
Written 2/12/11
Now used for 'A STRAND (1061)' Poetry Contest
Categories:
snowdrifts, me, new year, time,
Form:
Free verse
Pristine mountain breeze
Shivers naked trees...
Autumn whispers her adieu.
Northern air descends
Chilling snow filled winds,
Pines view a magic milieu.
In the frigid snow
Icy crystals grow
In the beauty of the light.
Snowflakes bring a sigh...
Snowdrifts rising high
As the winter sky turns white.
Warm inside our Inn
Snowbound once again
In our peaceful getaway.
We take great delight
At the cheery sight
Of a snowman shaped today.
December 31, 2016
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This poem is an Alouette:
The Alouette, is a form created by Jan Turner, it consists of two
or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
The form name is a French word meaning 'skylark' or larks that fly high, the association to the lark's song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word 'alouette' can also mean a children's song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children's poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line.
Categories:
snowdrifts, beauty, magic, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Full Circle
Seasons…
Mother Earth’s womb
Births Spring
Springtime…
Rebirth of life
Brings joy
Joyful
Trees and flowers
Budding
Buds spread
Petals offer
Sweet scents
Scenting
Air with fragrance
Of blooms
Blooming
Spring till summer
Fulfilled
Full rich
Long summer days
Hotter
Hot days
Of late summer
Cooler
Cool days
Transform trees to
Bright glow
Glowing
Leaves of Autumn
Soon fall
Falling
Bright leaves become
Dried life
Lifeless
Winter chill brings
First snow
Snowfall
Brightens Earth with
Whitewash
White snow
Spreads marshmallow
Splendor
Splendid
Holiday time
With snow
Snowdrifts
Disappear with
Sun’s warmth
Warm days
Of sun, rain bring
New spring
Springtime…
Rebirth of life
Brings joy
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~2nd Place~
Contest: Mussetle Train
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Judged: 01/04/2015
Categories:
snowdrifts, seasons,
Form:
Verse
A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
Categories:
snowdrifts, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
Categories:
snowdrifts, beautiful, snow, winter,
Form:
Sedoka
BEAUTIFUL FALL
Blowing winds usher in colorful fall's parade
Elusive as a butterfly on the wing in an
Atmosphere that changes everything.
Uniting leaves to depart from their boughs,
Trees dressed in scarlet, gold, orange and brown
Inflight, twirl and dance their way toward ground
Filling eyes with such breathless imagery
Until the last leaf has retired to rest
Leaving bare trees to welcome snowdrifts.
Fall arrayed in hues to warm us from her chill
Always gives us grace from summer heat
Loveliest season of the year when
Lovers rejoice in the poetic beauty of it all.
9-5-18
Categories:
snowdrifts, autumn, beautiful,
Form:
Acrostic
I love you without surmising 'why',
your passion sets pon dusky distances
betwixt & 'midst quartz glass spaces,
where scented phases astir moon glow
and impassioned fireside involvement
madly erupt above obscure air castles,
beyond a swept away briny rendezvous
of crystallized darkly essential marrow,
like wildflowers penchant for Spring
blooming 'tween summoned fiery March
snowdrifts' lashing bout ignitable flurries
amongst wind's orgasmic undressing,
farthermost indulgent sundown piques
regaling its worth with naught but those
magnificent moments in timely conception,
whence endearment yearns to be evermore
Inspired by Pablo Neruda - - Sonnet Xvii
Categories:
snowdrifts, dark, destiny, love, passion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
For They Had Deep Faith And True Loving Hearts
Snow was seven feet deep, it was still falling
Life was brutal and crying for frozen feet
Grandfather heard echoes miles away calling
He starving alone, nothing at all to eat
Settler's cabin ahead was his saving grace
For he knew in faith, they had good Christian souls
With faith filled love for those of his redskin race
True mercy, helping others their cherished goals
With no memory of how he had made it
His failing legs got him to that cabin door
Through snowdrifts, not knowing how he had made it
A miracle, he had prayed for nothing more
Suddenly, safe inside, cheerfully greeted
With warm food and their sincere prayers repeated
Robert J. Lindley, 3-17-2017
Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 111
Note: True story, as we were told by our Indian grandfather and our mother.
A brief narrative written in short, sonnet form, telling of how my Indian grandfather, Julius Parks, was once saved from freezing to death in a brutally cold and massive winter storm, by a Christian family living deep in the woods..
He would finish the story by telling us, kids those people are in HEAVEN RIGHT NOW.
FOR THEY HAD DEEP FAITH AND TRUE LOVING HEARTS!!!!
Categories:
snowdrifts, angel, appreciation, blessing, devotion,
Form:
Sonnet
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air
as earthy aromas waft 'neath the snow;
and sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Daffodils contribute color and flare;
and as balmy breezes bashfully blow,
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air.
Snowdrifts dwindle to patches barely there;
and frozen rivers once more start to flow,
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Wildflowers start sprouting up everywhere;
and as snowdrops, tulips and crocus grow,
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air
The land no longer looks so bleak and bare;
on tawny trees, green buds begin to show,
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
A treat to the senses, scented and rare;
bell-shaped lily-of-the-valley hangs low.
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air;
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Categories:
snowdrifts, anxiety, change, color, flower,
Form:
Villanelle
Winter's chill breath clouded my windowpanes
Snowdrifts covered Autumn's shades of umber
I listened to music, composed in wistful strains
My family were all abed, snuggled in slumber
Nostalgic tears fell; far too many to number
My sad thoughts were replaced by a smile
as I staunched the swell that freely flowed
Grateful for my blessings, now and erstwhile
for upon me God's grace has been bestowed
I closed my eyes, praying as candles glowed
December 13, 2021
Winter Quintain Contest
Hosted by Francine Roberts
Categories:
snowdrifts, winter,
Form:
Quintain (English)
The snowdrifts gone from winter long
except for shadowed edges traced
The snow! The snow! The cold be gone!
Show us your pretty face...
Oh, fear not heady breaths of frost,
the icey teeth from sill displaced
the glare of arctic bite is lost
Show us your pretty face...
Oh, come my lovely dreamer shake
from 'neath the sleepy veils of lace
Oh, raise your crown; from slumber wake
Show us your pretty face...
I wonder is your smile on lips
of lavender and sun-sweet grace
and are your eyes like saffron tips
Show us your pretty face...
Oh, for the face of Spring I long
the crocus nestled in her place
Oh, beckoner of robin's song
show us your pretty face...
Categories:
snowdrifts, seasons
Form:
Rhyme
Weather forecast so frightful, so scary
It removes from this season the 'merry'
Howling winds and blowing snowdrifts
Force your car off the edge of a cliff
Visibility of less than half and inch
Makes an experienced aviator flinch
700 flights canceled in and out of O'Hare
Frustrated travelers curse, cuss and swear
On bridges and overpasses icy conditions
Blackening every commuter's disposition
Travel advisories constantly warn of the worst
For those on the road in this accursed cloudburst
Oh, that I'd been created as a great big black bear
~ So I could tune all this out -- fast asleep in my lair
Categories:
snowdrifts, anger, snow, storm, stress,
Form:
Couplet
See the snow falling
the frozen trees sway
snowdrifts like mountains
a squirrel running
birds at the feeder
Feel a sadness
deep loneliness
thirsty for love
the pain of death
Hear music
the fireplace
the snowplows
Taste tea
brown toast
Eggs
Categories:
snowdrifts, grief, sad, winter,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Snowdrifts,
mounding crystals
sloping against buildings,
nature protects bodies inside
igloo.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "A 1 to 8 Line” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 30, 2011
Categories:
snowdrifts, nature
Form:
Cinquain