Best Snowmen Poems

Where might thy be daylight savings? Sun of mine
Winter's last dying breath it's time to overtly shine
I say bring yourself out from that overcast shrine
Death to all snowmen to the street with their brine...

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March pelts melting snowmen with freezing rain,
as black ice coats near impassable roads.
And driving on frozen streets that can't drain;
triggered by potholes; frustration explodes.

I love the feel of freshly fallen snow,
Nature's white duvet of soft-snowy down.
Yet, upon Spring's arrival, warm winds blow, 
transforming the ground...

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DOLLING UP SNOWMEN

In the creation of all snow-women,
made of frozen tears, you must count to ten.
Barbie is upside-down,
turning a smile from frown.
She farts snowballs, then fast throws them at Ken.

12/23/2017...

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The rabbit and the snowman
	share an overlap of time.
It is that undefined moment between
	winter’s end and start of spring.
The seconds of illusive cold and warm
	when the ground becomes supple
and bulbs of crocus and daffodils
	play peek a boo with the sun.
The snow gives way reluctantly
	from hidden...

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Six snowmen were cherished by Jill.
Eight snowmen she wanted to kill,
so six snowmen live on
while eight snowmen are gone.
Those snowmen she rolled off a hill!

Jan. 7, 2019 for charles messina's Same Word Winter Limerick Poetry Contest...

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Snowmen standing in the yard
Wearing our old hats and scarves.
Do you think it might get old
Just standing out there in the cold?

Snowmen standing in a line
When it’s cold then they are fine.
When it’s warm they shed the pounds
Pooling water all around.

Snowmen standing in a row.
Spring...

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(This is a fictional poem

I put a magic hat on my snowman and he came to life.
But then he had sex with my wife.
He had coal for eyes, a carrot for a nose and two arms that were made out of 
sticks.
Then my wife gave...

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We three Snowmen of Detroit are
Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far
Field and fountain, more and mountain
Sledding is more fun than our car.

We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi.
Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh.
Landing in your hometown but staying not long.
To...

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I spent my childhood in Ohio…it was a wonderful place to grow…
I especially like the change of seasons…and playing in the snow.

I remember how the snow could cancel school…and I never will forget
the feeling of creating a snowman…when the snow was wet.

I’d start out with...

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Where are they? She whispered, kind of scared to ask.
They are in the kitchen; the big one brought his own flask.
She said to the snowmen welcome to our home but aren’t you afraid?
You mean because your house is a mess and you don’t have a...

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Snowflakes float
Whimsically on the wind
	Drift
		Soar
			Fall  
	Gentle merging of 
		Terrestrial elements 
Seeking 
	Cosmic order of
		Patterned perfection
Children frolic with Frosty 
	Making snowmen and 
		Snow angels
Snowflakes melt
	Swept aside by
Busy wipers on
	Sliding cars on
		Slippery roads
With dizzy drivers
	Seeking stars and
		Sparkling moonbeams
On lonely roads
	In lonely lives
		Where snowflakes fall...

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A city of festivities glitter bright
To celebrate a special joyful night,
Gingerbread man boogies with delight,
Snowmen waltz, what a charming sight!

He is decorated with a galore of candy,
Friends excited to find those sweets handy,
Reason to be gratefully elated and happy
As incredibly thankful as they could ever...

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Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command
of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads.
Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand.
Heat overuse caused great melt overload.
Alas, Winter thawed--and found he'd been snowed.

~Snowed, in this sense, means overwhelmed with lies,
taken advantage of~

December 13, 2021
For Winter Quintain Contest
by Francine Roberts...

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Slowly winter creeps along into our veins
The cold curse of England
Testing your fragile bones
Teasing your icy cold ears

Freezing your nose
Jack Frost is coming closer
The Holly King still in its Glory
The sun all but gone 

Just a dismal rise
A fast Set
Daylight Hours Stolen
Turning back Time

An hour...

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Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill.
Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it.

Science says men evolved from apes.
Maybe I evolved from polar bears
or those abominable snow people
—yeti—that no one can photograph.

You can’t just reject that outright,
say the odds are minuscule,
just because it’s new...

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