Best Snowplow Poems
I see the flakes come tumbling from pale sky.
Grey barren earth below has been effaced.
The loveliness nobody can deny.
With dazzling snow this wonderland is graced.
In morning’s sheen, the frosted limbs of trees
are glittering, and all the land’s pristine.
I run outside and feel chill winter’s breeze
and breathe in air that now is crisp and clean.
Deep snow lies glistening upon my lawn.
Long icicles are hanging down like spears.
Vanished are the streets in the still of dawn,
but not for long! A snowplow soon appears.
Jan. 15, 2023 for 12 Lines Of Rhyme
For Julia Ward's Favourite Poem From January 2023 Or February 2023 Poetry Contest
I was all wet at first tumbling down
A tear from a cloud
It was getting cold but then I saw
A snowflake falling by me
My arms and legs became frozen
Twirling down spinning around and around
If I fall upon the branch of a tree
I will be able to rest comfortably
But if I fall on the road a snowplow
Will gather us all and shove us off to the side
If I fall on a car, we can all go for a ride
Until the wipers push us aside
If I fall in a river I will be whooshed away
Turning back into water drifting away
If I fall on a dog, he will shake me off
If I fall on the ground, I will melt away
Giving a fresh drink to the plants below
This one tiny snowflake putting on
A Christmas show delivering happiness
To all those watching me fall from the sky
How beautiful am I
No precipitation the weatherman said
but the snow is falling on my head.
Shoveling , clearing, its still here.
I wonder if the sky will ever be clear.
The snowplow comes by to clear the road
and in front of my car leaves a big, icy load.
Shovel some more, so I can get out
to drive on the ice, slip sliding about.
The nicely dug out spot I left in my wake
is an open invitation for another to take.
Home again, dig out a new spot
(since the other one now, someone else has got).
Winter, I hate you, please go away
and don't bother coming back on some future day.
I hate the cold and I hate the snow
and I really can't wait for this winter to go.
Global warming where are you now.
Melt this snow and take a bow.
A warmer climate would be welcome here
but this is just the start of winter I fear.
I was born in a snow storm,
and for that very reason I seem to love winter
with all the lovely filigree snowflakes falling
from the sky.
Outside my window,
is a pure white winter snow blanket.
Some would like to just stay warm inside,
not me- I want to walk in the snow.
A quick breakfast and I dress for winter
with a hat, scarf, mittens, and down-filled coat
oh, and my warmest socks and high boots,
see, I am Canadian and I know all about winter.
My cat wants to follow me out the door,
but I tell her NO, you will get frostbitten!
Oh, the air is crisp and it is bitter cold
and the trees are frozen soldiers
standing silent guard.
A snowflake kisses me.
Already a snowplow has cleaned the street,
and people are shoveling their driveways.
Across the street,
some kids are making a snowman
oh, this brings me back to winter memories
when it was I and my friends playing in the snow.
Turn, turn back the clock to those winter days,
of yesterday skating, sledding, snowball fights
and making snow angels and later hot chocolate
with gingerbread cookies,
and we all had rosy cheeks.
But even nowadays, there is plenty to do,
my city has many outdoor festivals all winter long
and horse carriage rides through downtown!
There is a huge Christmas tree lighting event
and we boost of the longest skating rink
in the whole world.
Where you can get beaver tails to eat (not real)
but a delicious pastry and maple syrup sticks.
Oh, have you ever gone horse back riding in snow!
I love the Christmas craft fairs,
and the chilly walks around my neighborhood
looking at the flickering house lights and decorations,
there is a peace like no other
when your feet are creaking in the snow
on a winter night.
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November 17, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'My Winter'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9620-11-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 'My Winter'
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Third Place
MY WINTER
It is snowing in my heart, my heart
Wind is blowing can't stop it, stop
And I don't care about you
My mind eyes views are frozen
I've got a cold stone heart
I'm feelin bitter
In my winter
This solstice period got me stuck
My heart cellist like a snowdrift
Can't take anymore the cold sore
The pain in my brain like a freeze
Artic brezze blowin between my ears
I'm feelin bitter
In my winter
I'm so cold, yet I am bold, I'm told
This is my season, my reason
I'm cold emotions run frozen, so evil
Seems like things don't get better
My Winter
Snowflakes falling down on me
Emotional hemridging I will frezze
I can't believe the flakes in my eyes
Wet my eyes, the tears I cry cause I'm so mad
I'm feelin bitter
In my winter
I'm so cold, yet I am bold, I'm told
This is my season, my reason
I'm cold emotions run frozen, so evil
Seems like things don't get better
My Winter
RAP
I don't care bout' you, and or what U do
Heart is frozen like a tray of ice, frozen
I'm cold and infeact blizzard toward you
Don't care what you do
Yes' it's true I'm snowing on you
Snow stroming cold breathe and feet curling
Clapped lips wet cold socks
Heart so cold beats just won't melt
Don't care what ya do
I'm cold and infact flozen on you
And it's raining in here, my heart crying
35 below degrees tempertures fallin
God please tender my non beating heart
No longing beating cause it's frozen shut
Frozen in time stone cold hearted don't care bout yours, mine or others
Snowing now and I'm in bed with my hatred
Walkin so clumsy need to put my ice skates on
I'm just a winter storm of emotins
Rage on I'm calling for a snowplow to undig me from my blizzard mind
I'm cold
It's cold
I am sure, so cold
It's snowing in my heart
It's time for me to shovel away all this frozen snow in my chest
Keeping time attitudes covered by ice dropplets of rain frozaen again and again
My mind, my spirit and soul, covered up ice and snow
So cold
The is.......
My Winter
11/19/17
FOR CONTEST: My Winter
Sponsored by: VIV WIGLEY
A birthday wish whispered –
If this world weighs too heavy
on that which remains, leave.
Promise, it will be fine.
Your blind eyes see through my
comfortable sweater,
the fuzzy one worn down
to remember warmth.
Furious, I could scream.
It had always been my favorite:
Always green. Forgiving. A perfect fit.
Meanwhile, get to the heart of it:
The promise reverberates in spaces.
Do you get it?
Enough of this matter!
Can you hear me?
You died the next morning
at 6:04 AM in the blizzard,
of January 23, 2005.
I followed a snowplow
down an unclear highway,
on Sunday in Dedham, Massachusetts,
hoping the next skid won’t
send me too near to you.
Too late, and arriving to crumbling knees
the following considerations:
How many demented trespasses;
how many cognizant?
You are still
just a shell of the man,
imposing, virile, mad.
Your outline singes me, again and again.
Burning fear came before pity.
But, perhaps more importantly,
you were ever loved.
snow
glistening, sparkling
floating, drifting, delighting
white, fluffy, heavy, dirty
pushing, darkening, shoving
metal, uncaring
plow
Slippery hills in this snowy week
Knees bent; more speed needs a tweak.
I’ll snowplow, turn skis stop in stance
In and out like an ice-ballet dance,
No turning back on a bunny slope!
Gripping tightly up-hill to the tow rope.
Sung to the tune Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Jackson the flat nosed Pug Dog
Had to go out to pee,
Because we are in a Blizzard
Jackson could barely see
All of the other Pug Dogs
stayed in the house where it's warm,
He didn't have his sweater
Cause yesterday it got torn
refrain:
Then a snowplow passed him by,
Covered him with snow,
Jackson, he was so uptight
Almost forgot he had to go
Got himself on the sidewalk
shook himself off you know,
Lifted his leg to the hydrant
Made himself some yellow snow.......
Jackson the flat nosed Pug Dog
suddenly filled with glee,
in the town of Waterloo Iowa
He'll go down in HIs---to---ry
"Give Me Your Tired" posted 7 Jun 2021
i'd join the morning person's club except their meetings start before noon
early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and beat
they make clocks to tell me when to get up i need one to tell me why
a bicycle cannot stand up by itself because it is two-tired
my wife got tired of hearing my zodiak puns it taurus apart
teen's concept of an early bird: one who wakes up at the break of noon
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"Just Asking (part III)" posted 14 Jun 2021
wow, is that an optical illusion or am I just seeing things?
why does the sun on the raisin bran cereal box wear sunglasses?
why are wise men and wise guys considered opposites of each other?
when styrofoam companies ship their product what do they pack it in?
if swimming is so great for the figure then how do you explain whales?
how does the person who drives the snowplow get to work in the morning?
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"It's All In A Name" posted 21 Jun 2021
i visited a new dating website in Prague they call it ~ Czech Mate ~
there's a new contraceptive on the market it's called ~ i kid you not ~
my vote for the best beauty parlor name of all time ~ curl up and dye ~
good name for an ultra-conservative fashion boutique ~ clothes minded ~
maybe you shouldn't name your brand new restaurant ~ eater's digest ~
perhaps this plumbing company is worth a gamble ~flush or full house~
[humor attribution: #2 and #5 Edmo Snord, #3 and #6 are actual company names I've seen, others found online of unknown origin]
"Random Brain Guano (part III)" posted 28 Jun 2021
children are hereditary if your folks had none, neither will you
the best remedy for your bad memory is milk of amnesia
buy your valentine a bikini it's the least you can do for her
i tried making a belt out of watches it was a big waist of time
my toddler kept chewing on electrical cords so I grounded him
sometimes Bigfoot is confused with Sasquatch Yeti doesn't seem to mind
By the grave I saw blacken snow flakes
Lightning flashed as I witness
Drawn down from blacken purple skies
Burst of brilliants, winter blast snow blind
Upon a midnight electrics static,
you came gently clanging
Deep into that darkness changing, snow blind
To warn me about the steady
That incremental isocheim - that incremental isocheim
Death shall bring trends
Eagerly I looked for tragedy, wintertime
The festivals alteration adjusting
The dynamics brought such sorrow, snow blind
I have dreams of flows misting snow men and women kissing
I crave the coolish, changeable climate
The cyclic cold snap contouring
Take thy gruel hot coal from out my heart
Come stand wit me twit the freezing blizzard
Come dear heart
Much I marveled the integrated icebox
The snow-covered snowplow steadying shoveling
So inviting is the thought…
To be frozen with me come not see will be so kind
If together we be 2 frozen lovers just snow blind
1/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
An app on my phone says they’ll be snow tonight - we can expect .2 inches in New Haven. I can’t wait because where I come from snow is an event.
In Georgia, the mere suggestion of a snowflake in a weather report results in businesses closing, the freeway being blocked-off, and the entire city being evacuated.
Some poor, non-essential civil-servant is sent to his (or her) probable death in the cold, in order to try and startup the state’s single, neglected snowplow.
Reports of “snow” can provoke vicious, panic shopping for essentials, like Totino's Triple-Meat-Pizza-Rolls - known for keeping teenagers alive in weather-pocalypses.
As the snowflake is tracked-in by radar, wooden furniture is chopped up for strategic placement by the fireplace and beloved family pets are evaluated for their fur and nutritional values. Has Grandma really been pulling her weight lately?
These New Englanders seem completely nonplussed by snow, like republicans facing unnecessary death or the loss of American democracy. I think I’m going to video this.
Interesting fact: Snow actually falls from the sky. I know, it’s terrifying.
In late summer.
They walked along the red brick sidewalk.
The bricks sunk into the ground, long ago.
Leaving grass and red patches, to show.
Branches from the apple tree, hung low.
They picked apples above the sidewalk.
In early fall.
Wildflowers flowered along the way.
Blooms were bright purple, red, and blue.
Cows in the pasture and new grass grew.
Leaves from tall trees past them, blew.
They collected leaves while going the way.
In cold winter.
They walked the car track, making the path.
Snow came to rest on tree limbs, now bare
The snow covered the leaves, with care.
The white field had no, cows there.
They walked behind snowplow, making the path.
In new spring.
Wildflowers flowered along the road.
Blossoms bloomed with limbs, leaning.
Cows pastured with new grass, greening.
Trees spread new leaves with, meaning.
They walked to school, down the road.
Turquoise chalice was terrified that she was not as curvy
As the fade- out banana who had a touch of scurvy
Clothes pin cousin laughed at the chalice's distress
Lightbulb filament rolled his eyes at this jealous mess
Screwdriver did not have anything much to say
Lockset said “I’ll come back another day”.
Cork found himself surrounded by disturbed items now.
He waddled off, looking for a piggy bank or a snowplow.
Delicate feathery ice flakes, dusting,
pirouetting, and spinning
in the depths of winter in the dead of the night.
Cold temperatures and icy wind moved
in with howling sounds.
Piling up snowdrifts over the ground.
At dawn, a playground of sparkling crystalline carpet of snow
takes away the sun's warm glow.
Silver icicles hung bonded to the peaked hill walls
as dripping water froze.
Snowbound till the snowplows clear the roads.
Or walk the long road feeling the bite of cold through drifts.
The blurred lights and the beep and scrape
of a snowplow are seen through the blowing snow
as it emerges, like an angel pushing the snow aside
as it turns onto the road through the drifting snow.
Shortly after, salt is splattered, causing the snow to melt.
A cleared path through the neighborhoods and town.
The laughter of children bundling up tight.
Outside, chattering teeth and tingling fingertips,
a snowy adventure... having fun.
Even snow angels join in the fun.
The warm ambiance of a fireplace draws all near its charm.
Around its cozy gold ember crackling fire,
away from the cold, a welcoming bathing warmth of comfort.