Best Snows Poems
Lifeless shiver the decaying meadows
Where blizzards of winter exact a toll,
Freezing foliage in autumnal throes;
Dimming ambitions of parching knoll.
Golden beams glimmer dreams of dawn
Soothing miseries of trembling night,
Now that splendorous autumn is gone,
Sprinkling delight on withering blight.
Season of snows flaunts nature aglow
Where rivers freeze, struggle to flow,
Prairies enliven, donning falling snow;
While mountaintops adorn glacial glow.
January 14, 2023
Placed 2nd: 12 Lines of Rhyme-Winter Nature Themed
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
It was a very cold day I was tired all afternoon,
I felt the need to sleep and I took to my bed,
I double checked the stack of diapers,
because I knew you would arrive soon.
Outside the little trailer we called home,
I could here the winds blow,
I lulled off to sleep,
as the winter winds blew in more snow.
Your father would arrive home late at night,
as he worked a second shift,
I had made him some supper,
as the snows began to drift.
The house smelled good from my cooking,
I went back to bed and started to fall asleep,
I felt my stomach shift with a loud pop,
I yelled, "oh, this can't be."
I called for your father he was watching television,
I told him my water broke,
he looked at me like it was a joke,
I told him again and then the chaos, well you can just envision.
Just five weeks prior- in the month of January,
there was a blizzard so famous it made headlines,
but you my child remained safe and warm,
still waiting to be born on the sidelines.
So off we drove in the month of March,
to the hospital that wasn't too far,
but your father got lost in his anxiety,
I was in pain but was really excited.
I was ready to see you and wasn't in labor long,
You came into this world sucking your little thumb,
The doctor said "we got a thumb sucker",
I heard a slap and then a cry, to me it was a beautiful song.
You were lying upon my chest,
your father cut your cord,
we looked at one another, we were in another world,
the doctor said " you have a little girl.
Your hair was dark, your eyes so big,
your beautiful birth marks placed by angels,
you nursed and then they took you away,
they cleaned you up and we named you,
Michelle Nicole Day.
Time has passed and things have happened,
but a mother's love can never be erased,
my time has come and I will go,
but this is something you should know.
Think of me every time you see it snow.
Planting words inside my garden,
watering them at will
Staking memories long forgotten,
feelings cold and shrill
Row by row the letters planted,
phrases start to grow
Whose cool fall day a harvest brings
—to feed the winter snows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
It was the best of snows
It was the worst of snows
The best for packing
The worst for getting hit
The best for sliding
The worst on which to slip
The best for watching fall
The worst to drive in
The best for warming by the fire
The worst to nosedive in
The best for who’s never seen it before
The worst for who can’t take it anymore
The snow silently cloaked the land
falling slowly but insistently
creating large drifts against the walls
bigger and bigger get the flakes
A world of white where ever you look
gnashed here and there by trees
sticking up their bare branches
which are now also snow laden
Sheep struggle through the drifts
helped by the shepherd and dogs
fast as a flash the collies mark
until the shepherd digs them out
Still relentlessly the snow falls
roads and trails disappear from sight
I look out over the white landscape
and feel as if I am in the clouds
written in 2013
The weather outside is frightful
My heated home is so delightful
Hangin' in my jammies don't ya know-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Warmed the oven ready for bakin'
Apple pie is what I'm makin'
The snow blower's ready to go-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Scrolled thru movies on the TV
Picked a classic old John Candy
There's no place I need to go-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
The dogs are lounging with me
Cuddled up, they're warm and snuggly
In New Hampshire this is how it goes-
When it snows when it snows when it snows!
BEYOND THE SNOWS OF WINTER
You go on ahead, my son,
I’ll catch up with you when the snow reaches the end of winter
You have your life to live and worlds to explore
Where you are headed I won’t be going
Maybe I will be there in spirit ensconced in your memory
But I will always have the memories we built
The many baseball games you played and starred
Do you recall, I was there for all of them?
There were many pitching practices behind our house
And at Moore Field chasing fly balls I hit to you
I’ll never forget the day we went to Dodger Stadium and saw
Fernando pitch that perfect no-hitter, remember?
I’ll never forget you practicing the piano
And how good you were becoming
The teacher said that with practice
You could become a really good pianist
Those days are in our past
But our story goes way back
The playful reality we enjoyed became a nightmare
And those wonderful memories lie in the dustbin of my memory
Our relationship devolved through the years
You're more distant now; a father-son past put away
Never to return, never to be mentioned
Life is not fair they say and it’s true
I only remember the good times of those days
Our many laughs and slurpees after games
And how you developed into a fine young man
To become a well respected professional attorney
I wish you continued success, my boy
That’s what you have always been to me, my precious child
My pride and joy; you remain so to this day
as you always will
My days have come and gone and I will leave you shortly
To reach that plateau of respite I direly need
To dwell beyond the snows of winter in my long sleep
Dreaming of what it was and what could have been
I sense Time anxiously counting the minutes, egging me on
The Specter with the scythe beckons with its bony digit
Vigilantly, patiently waiting for my spirit to let go
To join the ethereal collective
I’m going up to the highest peak
Up to the roof of the world
To sit at Red Mountains steep
Kneel down and pray for my girl
This beautiful place of treasures
With religious murals upon the walls
The architecture uniquely clever
Like the figure of my senorita doll
And I cry
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
Come baby please take me home
It's awesome this palace of potala
The scenery so colourful and clear
As bright as my baby Isabella
White wings and rosary tears
Highest ancient palace in the world
Thousands of years old
Tibetan monastery
Frequent avalanches
Upon Mount Everest
And I cry
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
Come baby please take me home
There's a lot of exquisite tankga
Hanging legends from ancient time
Better do some chanting mantra
And see if these bells gonna chime
I can still hear the echo’s haunt her
Throughout the Himalaya's range
I can still see the merry blue waters
And a very vivid picture of my pain
And I sigh
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
She's come now to carry me home
© Copyright
K.C.Leake
6th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
ETERNAL recollected memories
Despite the mists of EVERLASTING time.
Four years have passed so slowly.
BOUNDLESS scenes recorded.
Thus I still reminisce…..
The garden was pure delight,
The evening scent spread afar.
I wondered if I could have
A moment of peace and quiet,
Wandering along the ENDLESS paths.
I saw the most beautiful hibiscus,
Red flaming in the crepuscular,
A single ladybug ran here and there
on a deep red fire of its large petals,
in the hushed sighs of the evening.
Was it searching for its mate?
It’s search UNBROKEN never giving up.
In the patches of well-tilled soil
Grew carpets of yellow tulips,
Heralding the coming of spring.
Dragonflies over the BOTTOMLESS pool
While crickets sang their LIMITLESS melody.
I moved on admiring nature’s life.
There in the middle of the garden
Another pond adorned the landscape.
Three white swans floated around,
Everything seemed so peaceful…..
A bell rang heralding closing time.
On such a day we were on a bench
Kissing as if time had stopped.
Still, the bell incessantly rang.
Alas, it was time for me to go home,
Which I reluctantly did, well knowing
My house was simply hauntingly empty.
I could not help but continue with my INFINITE grief.
Placed 1
8 June 2021
Writing Prompt - Endless - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
So, finally it snows.
The amber glow of
Distant streetlights
Illuminating the sky
Like the embers
of a frozen fire.
The softening sound of silence
As each weightless crystal
Swirls it's own part
In the perfect dance.
What seems like chaos
Reflects the majesty
Of an Autumn murmuration in flight,
Ever moving, darting, hustling
But of one collective intellection.
Tomorrow will be a day for wellies,
Two coats, hats, scarves,
Gloves with fingers that end at the knuckles
Leaving tips to turn red as noses
And itch as they are later warmed before the coals.
But tonight I do not mind the cold
As I stand and turn my face Heavenward,
Listening to the muffled stillness of the night
And smile to myself as I softly say;
"So, finally, it snows."
A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding zoothapsis.
Snow can be so beautiful and serene.
Though wet and bitterly chilling.
Unifying the countryside in brilliancy,
Victimizing the ground in slumber,
It must truly be experienced to appreciate its wonders.
ps I wrote one of both type : ABC
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor yasmin khan
Contest Name SNOW ABC
The languid days of summer passed so fleet - autumn's almost here.
Alas, I've fiddled around and left so many things undone, I fear.
Now, I must hustle about and cease buildin' castles in the sky,
Ere the honkin' geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!
There's corn to shuck and fodder to stack in golden shocks.
The hen house needs repairin' to forestall that wily fox!
There are taters to be dug and stored in the cellar bye and bye,
Ere the vagabond geese and the blowin' snows begin to fly!
Wood needs sawed and hauled from the oak tree grove,
And stacked in the woodshed for the parlor heatin' stove.
The punkins must be gathered ere too many weeks go by,
Ere those skeins of geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!
Another job that must be done, one I've kept on suspense,
Is the repairin' and paintin' of that doggone picket fence!
I really need to strew some straw to bed down the stall and sty,
Ere those Canadian geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!
Luckily, I'm spared installin' storm windows come this autumn,
Since I didn't take 'em down last spring - I jes' plain forgot 'em!
I need to pick the apples so my spouse can fix an apple pie,
Ere those majestic geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
It was cold
When we first met
And you made it feel like home
You were my safety net
And I wanted to show you
But you turned away
you left me in this cold
i had to learn the hard way
And now when it snows
I think of you
Holding my hand
And warming my heart like you do
And now when it rains
I look at the ground
The puddles reflect me
And I see you somehow
And now when the sun shines
I hide away
You taught me to bottle it up
And to never be brave
And now when it snows
I feel my heart break
Each snowflake that falls
Is like another day
I had to live without you
And live with the pain
Now not knowing
Where you are
I hope you’re in the cold
Shivering hard
No I don’t hate you
But how could I
I spent years loving you
And I don’t even know why
You were just cruel
And distant and mean
The things that you said
You didn’t mean them to me
And I hope you wonder
About me
And where I’m going
And if I lose sleep
If you’re wondering
Well I do
But I’ve never been anywhere
Colder than you
It snows outside
The flakes float down
Feathery lights
ride Lazy winds abound
And nowt can stop their descent.
In passions breeze
In mechanical slants
In natures sneeze
And passive plants
nowt can stop their descent.
As walkers pause
And shovels part
And children cause
Figurines to start
And nowt can stop their descent.
With singing lungs
We hold our breaths
And fight against
Our smoking jests
And nowt can stop their descent.
In these Moments
I stop and stare
Timeless portents to love and dare
And nowt can stop this descent.
With frozen limbs
Is my embrace
With icey things
Is my caress
And nowt can stop this descent.
Johnny Cash songs on a lonely Sunday morn...
Got a court date coming up...
Missing the life I used to have...
Made sure the door was shut...
Gave up all the drinking and pills...
Stone sober in the cold...
Lost on a strange street corner...
No idea which way to go...
Got my meetings, fireplace and a few clothes...
Got my drum calluses and memories of forgotten shows...
Got pictures of my kids and a Facebook account...
Got a mountain in front of me to surmount...
Got no one left on which to unload my woes...
Gonna be cold this week... Hope it snows...