Best Snowfalls Poems
Spring tantalizingly unfolds vernal, winsome
Blossoms of lilies pristine, undulating to appease
Fawning nectar-dreams adrift on wings of bees
Frolicking tranquility of rustling flowering trees
Refulgent summer, too, unpacks variegated
Revelry on rivers, oceans, flamboyant meadows
As ubiquitously nature paints blooms primrose
On hills and valleys oscillating jubilant shadows
Autumn’s brilliance courts dazzling ebullience
Of mellowed sun scintillating eventide’s ruby glow
Where gamboge leaves of fall amber winds blow
As passions of romance vie moonlit stellar show
Snowfalls titillate, unveiling vehement winter
In eyes of lovers ruminating in blessings of yore
When enticing beats of hearts indulgently implore
Aesthetic glacial memories venerated evermore
July 31, 2021
Placed 1st: Alpha lines poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Rhyme Contest
When nature takes a turn for the worst
grumbling rumbles shakes
great balls of fire falling
in her tears black snowfalls
Burning smell of sulphur burns
rolling down the mountains molten lava
they salute death rivers of flames
the chariots of Hell's fire
Crying infants wailing out mercy
embraced in their mothers arms
held together with fathers
They roared to the Gods for help
falling silver ashes remains
Imagining God had forsaken them
as the skies disappeared from their eyes
falling into the darkening death vision
Their universe plunged into darkness
Victims they felt death falling upon them
A deadly feeling they are the children
cursed by the damned volcano
No where to run
No where to hide
They stop and the black ash swallows them
like a carpet of night forever gone
but always remembered in hearts
the fall of a great city in living history
truly lives forever in the archives of our time
I would be the Celtic gladiator
Happiness is heaven, ecstasy gratifying
Sensual and satisfaction zest and delight.
I am quite confident; it comes all the year round.
It comes in the springtime when new buds appear
And nature's perfume fecundates the parks.
The season is warmer and children can play,
Listen to them, it’s laughter all the way.
It comes in summer, with hot and humid days,
We lie near each other savoring our ways.
The sea is calm and bathers can enjoy
Both a refreshing swim or some cold lollipops.
It comes in autumn with air that's so crisp
As the first snowflakes bring down the red dry leaves.
Thanksgiving is organized, a sumptuous feast.
Tilled harvested fields prepared as the chill is a beast.
But wet windy winter comes cold and hoary days
Snowfalls cover the roads and all stay snug in homes,
Everywhere fireplaces radiate warmth and shelter,
For many people think that happiness is not far away.
And so, as the year draws to a miserable end,
Let’s open a bubbly, and happy greetings send.
Gone, gone, are the gardens I knew
Gone are the springtime roses that grew
I cannot blame the onions for my tears
I cannot blame the springtime, or the summer
Or the snowfalls in the winter
Layer, by layer, the years that flew
have peeled away small points of view…
Nature can soften, and gentle the rain
Quiet the memory, numbing the pain
But time can erase loving faces I knew,
I miss them so, I miss them so…
When once to focus, and see so clear
What used to be, is barely there
Photos, in my memory, that I want to keep
Layer by layer, to disappear
Why must they fade, why must they dim?
How will I know them, if we meet again?
Layer by layer, with the years that flew
I miss them so,…I miss them so…
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For the Contest Sponsored By Susan Burch: "Missing"
2/8/12
At school I must have been naive,
for I was told I must achieve.
Add up, subtract even divide,
equations, algebra must be tried,
Nouns, verbs I had to learn,
adjectives were my concern.
In French we should pronounce our ‘R’s’
By making gargling sounds that purrs!
In geography I learnt of places,
of different people with different faces.
In science the Bunsen Burner reigned,
‘twas Latin though I mostly feigned.
We had PE and sports of course,
but rugby I wanted to divorce,
where Neanderthals often preyed
on smaller boys just too afraid.
Health and Safety didn’t figure,
in playground games revered with vigour.
Conker’s, marbles, a cricket ball,
never ever mattered at all.
We went to school in spite the weather,
wasn’t shut for snowfalls ever!
You ate your lunch despite the taste,
for we were not allowed to waste!
Teachers parade in a black cape,
to which there was just no escape.
Lining up where nothing’s spoken,
the fear meant no silence broken.
We enter class in silence thus
or *caned if you dare make a fuss.
I’m older now, in later years,
I’m not deranged, I fought those fears.
I must admit I wouldn’t swap
my school days for this modern lot,
Where mobile phones now reign supreme,
No thanks I wouldn’t be that keen
* caned was a corporal punishment
When I cannot tell you how I feel
When I want to see you ,not to speak,
I talk about the weather like a fool
Sometimes when I’m tired I feel unreal
Or life seems lost and meaning seems to leak
Then I can not tell you how I feel.
Some months have their winds to make misrule
Winds to throttle throats and freeze the cheeks
I talk about the weather ,as its cool.
We must keep moving or our blood congeals
So sheep must on moorland frosty, bleak
I don’t want to lie for life is real
When winter mocks our age I find it cruel
Yet you are old and for amusement look
I talk about the sunshine like a fool
Oh,happy snowfalls keeping us from school
As on the ice we tumbled with loud shrieks
When I cannor tell you how I feel
The weather stands for what I have concealed
He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes
He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core
He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell
Ski Trip
skiing
nature's backwoods,
over frozen lakefronts,
among quiet darken patches,
snowfalls
connie pachecho
6/08/17
Just having fun with words and free poetry - kind of like a free verse front/end acrostic-
W inds howling through prairie grasses Warning
I mpending snowfalls and hail will be Icing
N ightly with cold gripping hands, Nipping
T reetops, stripping them and Thieving
E ventually erasing all color, whilst Etching
R ootless imprints 'til next season’s Rendezvousing
Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
As electrical dusk tugs molecular wire.
Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
Bouncing their radar off structures and ground,
Charred blots of rag flap through the ether,
Guided in following echoes of sound.
Lights gleaming yellow in dullish convection,
Pale at the windows of ramshackle bars,
Shadows drop slowly in gutters and roadways
Silhouette snowfalls burying cars.
On the spire of the church a weathervane creaks,
Fossilised cockerel of iron and age,
Pointing to something that lay in the distance,
Something to which light could no more engage?
Eventide comes with a lonely delivery,
The cloak of atonement spread onto the day
As the hours that burned fade into the past
And scenes that once anchored have drifted away.
The shortest day of the year
Winter solstice cold icy air
Nibble at my skin
Dec. 21st two thousand ten
It’s cold in the south
Overseas in Europe, mammoth snowfalls
Hundreds of planes grounded
And thousands of people marooned
It’s wet in the California
Heavy rains, flood lands
Take over sundry homes, folks wading waters
Cars congested, mired traffic
In the winter chaos
A lunar eclipse spectacular
Captured the minds of countless
Won’t chance again till Dec. 10th 2011
Snowfalls,
Warm hugs and,
Midnight walks.
Breakfast in bed,
Honey waffles and,
The sky so red.
Hollywood movies,
On a cozy couch and,
Sipping strawberry smoothies.
Late at night,
Candlelit dinners,
My head feels light.
playing cello,
Camping outside,
And soft marshmallows.
Apple pie,
In morning light,
With ice cream; on the side.
But if I were to choose,
You or the above,
All of them would lose.
Because I love you,
More than coffee,
Hot chocolate or,
Fruity toffee.
I love you,
More than strawberry,
I love you more than,
Tom and Jerry.
I love you,
More than hugs,
Kisses or,
Cozy rugs.
I love you,
More than more,
I love you,
Till the core.
Winter
Night's long and cold
Frost sets in, prices soar
Deep slumber of hibernation
Snowfalls
Snowfalls on a desert,
And a bud peeps through the ice,
Realization creep into me,
With a question,
'Am i worth this life?'
Men have found answers
For all the unsolved equation.
A sailor still finds his treasure,
Even if takes years on the ocean,
But still the question,
'Am i worth this life?'
-Avee
waiting now, anxious
lest the cold white invasion
smother all our hopes
a man and a woman
sculptured in snow, the snow shines
they melt into one
snowfall strikes silence
wind sings hosanna on high
harmony in nature
the earth turns to mud
love plants itself, furrows deep
into the thawed world
even loneliness
must shed its heavy coat, now
sparrows are heralds
ice covers the earth
cold, resolute, beautiful
only the sun shines
so many snowfalls, so
many buddings in spring, so
long to claim one's life