Best Snowmen Poems
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
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
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 be!
The city looks enchanting with softest snow,
Silvery laces on rooftops magically glow,
Holiday season for all fairy tale souls,
Be merry, celebrate the night at North Pole.
March, pelts melting snowmen with freezing rain,
while black ice coats near-impassable roads.
And driving on city streets that can't drain,
while rife with potholes; frustration explodes.
I love the feel of freshly fallen snow,
Nature's equivalent to fluffy down.
And yet, I prefer Spring, when warm winds blow,
transforming the ground to a muddy brown.
Spring's breath melts rivers once safe to walk on;
even frozen icicles can't escape.
And Winter's white duvet will soon be gone;
revealing a bleak and barren landscape.
Yet, soon the wildflowers will start to sprout,
for renewal's what Spring is all about.
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
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
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 burrows below.
They eye each other for the signals
that time gives in willingly
to the changing of the world around.
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 here
Forward there
Tingling Skin
Hard Jawline
Fur and Fleece
Come out to play
Snow ahead
Snow men
Into Bed
Quick Jack Frost is Here
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
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 stay through July would just be wrong.
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 is near but they don’t know.
Soon the weather will be warm
And they will lose their pudgy form.
Snowmen melting in the yard.
We pick up our hats and scarves.
Don’t be sad, be of good cheer.
We’ll see them again next year.
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 and edgy.
I mean, where’s your science—
your unbiased, clinical perspective?
We could end up in the National Geographic.
This kind of story is very much their aesthetic.
I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos
and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure.
Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there.
The world always needs the comfort of new voices.
You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT.
This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise.
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Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Unlike me by Kate Havnevik
Come on! Whispered Daddy. Let’s sneak out and play.
It was a weird thing to do, but the best thing in a way.
My sister and I sneaked out and put on boots and hats.
By the light of the moon we could see the might bats.
Where are your coats? Daddy said. You’ll need them you know.
We did not realize until we got outside,
There was gobs of pure snowman snow!
It was frosty and pretty, and it stuck exactly right.
We rolled snowmen up for an hour of delight.
Now let’s sneak back to bed, our Daddy said. Not a word.
The next day Mommy said “Hey! Guess what I see?”
We all pretended to be surprised by the snowmen. How absurd!
But it was the best time my sister and I ever had with our Daddy Lee.
(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 him a sausage for a ####.
My snowman and my wife fell in love and they wanted to be together.
But they needed to get to the North Pole because we were going to have warm
weather.
At first misery was what I felt.
But we got warm weather sooner than expected and I enjoyed seeing him melt.
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 maid?
No, she said, but you are kind of outside people, aren’t you?
The dog took a whizz on one of them, and he said “shoo!”
Another began singing a six verse Christmas song.
Don’t worry, she told her husband, it won’t be long.
The elves on the shelves began to sing and dance.
Prancer and Vixen yelled for the others to prance.
They never stay long, that’s distorted folklore.
In about twenty minutes, they had melted all over the floor.