Best Snowing Poems
and I press my palm against my heart . . .
I am holding in an awful ache and p a i n
my soul is stone COLD and bleeding ice
snow is f a l l i n g and melting into tears
weeping mourners are fading away
this LOVE will be forever and ever- I w h i s p e r
then- I place a RED rose to my lips
and leave it d y i n g on your tomb
inside me is this horrid emptiness
like a dagger has been PLUNGED into my heart
I cannot not fathom a life without you- l o v e
snow is FALLING and melting into tears
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(Re-write from March 29, 2015, It Snowed That Day)
Entered in the contest, 100 in a row,191
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branches weight of snow
cold wind and frozen crystals -
white porcelain dolls
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Night's descent with heaven's catharsis
Of white cold's drug for the dark;
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness—
Winter's fresh, ice only shower.
Of white cold's drug for the dark—
Just right for the meek moon's glow,
Winter's fresh, ice only shower
On sleeping hyacinths underground.
Just right for the meek moon's glow,
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness
On sleeping hyacinths underground—
Night's descent with heaven's catharsis.
It snowed and snowed on the day I was born,
And for that reason I love falling snow;
In dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn;
And from my pen the words just drip and flow.
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March 25, 2016
Iambic Pentameter
Magnificent! Willow stands in silent prayer,
enthralling, calm and composed,
It's snowing tonight..bestowing blessings ~
so does the evergreen unruffled...
stretching its arms in thankfulness,
decked with shimmering snow-pellets,
in absolute harmony of the cosmos magnanimous.
gleaming and glistening as the stars countless~
It's Christmas! symbolizing the spirit of
kindness, love, compassion glow...
I glimpse through the hazy window-panes,
world around me dazzling with scintillating snow.
reminiscences of many delightful Christmas
roll gently through my thoughts,
an open album of heartfelt memories~
of boxes, ribbons, and golden bows.
sprinkles, silver bells, and cookies...
of family rejoicing together...
of extending generous support to the needy,
true essence of Christmas for ever.
A tranquil, serene, dreamy night,
mesmerizing snow, falling unhindered,
envelop the entire universe around me.
I ponder my life of hues multi-coloured.
The exhilarating ebullience - for ever crystallized..
the inspiring dreams, the fervent hopes,
never fail to sight the mystifying truth
in every alluring snowflake I behold.
FIRST PLACE
November 26, 2021
For "X" Old Or New Poetry Contest
Theme: Christmas
Sponsor: Constance La France
June 14, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2' Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
It’s snowing and blowing;
Anxiety’s growing.
The sidewalks and roads may be slick.
I’m waiting, equating
My fear’s escalating
With how much these flakes seem to stick.
The trees, as they freeze
Look so pretty, they please
Every eye that takes time in observing.
Those who rush through the slush
Miss a picture so plush
It’s a pity, though they’re not deserving.
As hours devour
The day’s waning power,
I gaze out the window and worry,
But bearing despairing
At least isn’t sparing
The beauty that’s born from this flurry.
When it is snowing,
I see my thoughts.
They go round and round
together with snow-flakes
above the earth.
When it is snowing,
I hear voices
of my memories.
They invite me
into the days
of my youth...
When it is snowing,
I sense my own fairy-tales.
They go near my house,
They want to find me,
and to help me.
I couldn’t believe it when I woke up today
It had snowed and settled and blocked my driveway
A white blanket had covered the whole of my car
So I knew by then that I wouldn’t get far
It had been forecast but we didn’t expect
To get such a downfall like that just yet
It hasn’t snowed like this for some years
But for some it has caused a few tears
Everything stops when the snow is so thick
I was so glad I was off work sick
I wouldn’t have got off the drive today
The white blanket of snow had got in the way
It was years ago now since the snow fell this way
I haven’t seen as much snow as today
The buses stopped running and the trains stood still
I couldn’t get out coz I live up a hill
The snowflakes were falling like cotton wool balls
I looked out of my window as the snowflakes fall
I was going to build a snowman but I was too tired
After clearing the driveway my energy expired
The snow on the hills looked so wonderfully white
The sky was full and in the night it was still bright
It was just like a scene from a Christmas card
In the morning it was icy and the snow had gone hard
The roads have been gritted but only the main
They even forecast some more snow again
So although it looks like a picture out there
It would be much better if it was elsewhere
Start the engine; hit defrost.
Find your scraper brush.
Swipe the windows first as you
Get rid of all the mush.
Clean the mirrors and the lights;
Don’t forget the roof.
You can get a ticket
With the snow up top as proof.
Get behind the steering wheel;
Hit the gas and move
Back and forth until you’ve made
A likely exit groove.
Shut the engine; lock the doors.
Some peace of mind you’ve bought
Until the snow plows block you in,
Your efforts all for naught.
SNOWING
light snow
hides things
nuts seeds
squirrel
black cat
snowing at last
hooray! white christmas
ground squirrel digs
*
it is snowing snowflakes in my cold and frosty window
my world is covered again in white and I wanted to go out
oh, looking is pretty . . . so I will just stay in for poetry
*
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December 6, 2012
Poetry/Sijo/'it is snowing'
Copyright Protected, ID 12-440-992-06
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Little dog, firmly standing your ground
at the back door
no, you won't budge
not one pound of your nine
you will not near the cold snowy bank of the yard
shivering at just the thought
with chills blowing past the doorway, rattling down your warm hall
Big dog bustles by
and in one leap
is snowbound and smiling
no way to get him back inside.
The white mist softly falls and fades
Dancing in a symphony
Each flake, a prima ballerina,
The world is an eclipse wondrous white,
Mysterious patterns make their way,
Disguising ordinary scenes,
Creating panoramic view
Where’er the eye may fall.
The world appears to wear a furry coat
Of ermine hue, fragile as the morning dew
Resting on the petal of a rose.
A solitary cadaver of spring
Slumbers beneath the blanket heaven sent,
God is in His glory and all the world
Reflects His purest image.
The air is fresh clinging to each bough,
There’s ne’er a garment which man
Could e’er allow to garb a mortal
In a cloak of such great majesty
Nor tell of such infinity as this world
Which is such a wondrous sight to see
When it’s fresh in snow.
It’s not enough, you say
We’re killing mom and
I’ll never be the same.
You pinch my cheeks like
Maybe you’ll bring back your life,
Long gone,
In my blank canvas,
Sometimes painted but I always grow to
Hate my work and I wash it all away,
Paint it flesh-pale, start over tomorrow.
In any case I’ll grab yours in return,
Dull gray as you are,
Only to turn your head to the window.
I’ll tell you, Look— Just look.
And I’ll ask what you see maybe you’ll say snow.
Or trees.
Or houses or the road or a cold winter day.
Likely, you’ll say the falling ashes are just
Mom’s way of trying to clean up after us
But of course it’s too late
Of course we’ll burn away the ashes in
Fire after fire and bomb after bomb and
We’ll build our foundations on the ruin
We’ll tell them it was glorious,
We’ll never mention mom.
But I tell you look harder because
I see powdered sugar
(Mom trying to sweeten us, maybe—
Lord knows we need it)
And the frosted sky,
And the openness of air,
And the donut-hole stack smiling sloppily back
And beans sunk in the sugar,
Indication of joy
I tell you mom still loves us.
I tell you I still love her.
You don’t believe me.
Not even when I tell you
It’s snowing . . .
(April 14, 2018)
It was the New Year s Eve, the cold December day
Snow covered the charcoal roads, the wind in trees lay.
She could see the lights in the cozy dining hall
Warm chaos and family reunion; a merry Time’s call.
The snow thickened and the wind rose, harsher and harsher still
When the mighty clock struck midnight, she leaned by the window sill.
It was years and years ago, that she had defeated fate.
To meet her one and only and to lose him to such wait.
Now ten years later as she looks at the little celebration
She wonders if she gave up her life to futile aggravation.
If only he were here, If only he returned her call
If only she knew why Lady Fortune had taken away her all.
But the years have passed and the Time has changed.
He is not hers to summon and she to him is estranged.
This New Year’s eve, she promises to herself
Like every preceding year, she will put the past on a shelf!
She has not succeeded so far and she knows she will not.
She looks out the window, content at her lot.
The family in the little cottage is having a joyous fête
She looks on with a solemn smile and marvels at her state.
Years have come and gone by and many more will do
Before she can meet, her matchèd star too.
As the star-shaped snow, falls softly on the ground
Her eyes tread the path, without a single sound.
They look like twinkling stars if you catch them on your hand
They render the earth heavenly and they charm you as they land.
‘Snowing stars, my snowing stars’, she calls them her own.
As every snowing star buries the memories she has known.
Under the snowing stars, she had cried all along,
Under the snowing stars, she will stay and hold strong.
Till then she will sit there, by the ragged window sill
And pray to the snowing stars, to bring Life its will.
**The title of the poem is not my own, I read the phrase online and wrote the poem because it triggered the thoughts. :)