Best Snowstorm Poems
As I was sitting in my rowboat...at a pond at Martha's Vineyard
I was fishing with my headphones on...listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd
Suddenly, a chilling wind...my god, I almost froze
While fishing with some sun-block on...a snowflake hit my nose
With "Freebird" blasting in my head...I paddled to the shore
I beached my boat, got dressed for winter...and fished a little more
As I rowed my boat to my fishing spot...the wind and snowflakes ease
The sun came out and warmed me up...fishing was a breeze
The temperature had dropped that day...as the summer was getting old
But heck, the only thing I caught that day...was a summer snowstorm cold
silence falls, flurries
damp whispers, sighs descending ~
breath embracing grace
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Bristling yet beguiling winds are
driving snow sheets through the dark,
and, secured by brick and lamp,
I draw a comforter to my breast,
one woven by humanity.
I sense that each quickening gust
is pulling through the loom of time
life's many multi-colored threads.
A hickory brown is borne to me
of ships defying depths and dangers,
carrying dreams and heartaches.
Glistening now--the lucent blue
of fertile, percolating minds
genome maps and software.
I feel the orange of affection,
hearth and smiles and homecomings,
the warmth of song and story.
The blinking silver of fantasy,
visionaries, piercing sterility--
castles, stars, utopias.
Here is a filament of frothy pink
comedies, dances and levity,
play and spontaneity.
The looming strands of swarthy black
necessities, death, and armies,
relentless in their marching.
The golden promise of sacred texts,
altars, candles, hope,
encoded and translated.
Emerging, the green of recent growth,
rites of spring and passage,
learning and inner progress.
With such a large and lustrous blanket
in which to sink, like a new-born babe,
I'll toss some folds to you, as they will
easily stretch from here to there.
searching through snowdrifts
lone sparrow flashes over
thoughts of survival
"snow touches with love the forest trees and fields,
and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with
a white blanket, whispering, now go to sleep..."
Quote - by Constance
It began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed,
then, in the morn' forests and fields sparkled in the daylight;
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
It had become windy and fierce as trees swayed and bowed,
the air turned quite crisp and cold with a frosty winter bite;
it began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed.
Somewhere hidden the snow birds sang and a crow crowed,
as all nature's beauty was veiled with an inner light;
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
A girl in a red coat walked a bridge where snow had flowed,
stunning how the snow and sky met as one, that was a sight;
it began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed.
Later, in the day the snow was plowed away from each road,
a slippery relief, but the all snow scene was a delight;
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
And during the day the first snow fall of winter had slowed,
yet, still the trees, forest and fields were bathed in white;
it began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed,
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
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November 08, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/First Winter Snowstorm View
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1499-940-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Third Person Villanelle
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 11/23/2022
First Place
Flakes of white washing down from above.
No one can tell when will it stop.
Winds crazily blowing against the window,
intend to break, but not an effort made,
then go into the woods become the howling shadows.
Moon shines from the night sky with creepy smile
Such shape and curve, reminds me of the blade
that I used to cut meat into pieces and put on the plate.
Outside the house, an opening field
Ocean of white, is what my eyes can feel.
Winds still screaming, as they are crawling.
I suddenly see shadows and shapes, firmly standing.
Seems lifeless, but I am sure they are moving.
My foe, my woe.
Men or demons, I don't know.
Perhaps, no more.
The Sparkling fire in the stove, is giving me the chill.
It’s quite a sight
To be rescued by a garbage truck
Before anyone or anything else with luck
Rises
So early this morning
After the big snow
Schools closed business delayed
Road uncut by any car
Birds sleeping in
The synapse of tree limbs white feathered with fins
Reaching out for one another in an apologetic wind
But those guys
One impossibly young the other impossibly old
Defiant
Or miserable
Is there a difference, these cosmic travelers?
Not making much money
But here they are
Unmoved by all our mythical possibilities
Holding to a relentless backend schedule
Swinging down up and through the drifts
They lift
Our buried bin to the automatic contraption
Right on time no matter what
Emptying again
Another week’s waste from all our lives.
My day had arrived, the hospital was intimidating. He got lost parking our car, I felt the pavement's heat, it pained my feet, as we had walked very far. The doors opened as we walked in, I had a pain in my side, probably from the long car ride.
The woman at the front desk welcomed us, it was five in the morning, yet she looked her very best, me-not so much.
I was scared yet ready. I had pain and loss of vision for so long, I needed this so I could be me again. They need me, I need them.
I could barely walk as my
left side was already suffering, vision loss, neurological problems, and an eye doctor who kept telling me I just had eye floaters. I went to a third eye doctor and he ordered an MRI of my brain, stat. All this time I had suffered, this was insane! The only eye doctor who did right by me, "there's a large tumor pushing into your brain," is what he said.
It could be cancer, we don't know yet,
I'm having the surgery with no regrets, even though the seven hours could cause my demise.
I searched for the best neuro surgeon, his name is Daniel Prevedello, all I've got to say is "what a wonderful doctor".
I went under with much confidence in him and his staff. While under anesthesia I saw visions of my family waiting for me. I was a child again, I saw all my sufferings throughout my entire life. I was a young mother and an abused wife, I was a grandmother who loved unconditionally, I met my husband Ron and married him with a love like I never knew, I was an officer, I had a great career. My grandparents were calling me home, but I'm not ready to go.
Seven hours later I heard the nurse calling my name, "Vickie, wake up, everything went great!"
Dr. Prevedello I owe you my eyes, I got back my wonderful eyesight! I see clearly now, and I can only say "wow, you look so beautiful to me."
The worst part was losing some hair, the inability to drive, dizziness,
and all the metal clamps-forty in all, they are sometimes painful to bare.
I'm crying with relief and happiness, I'll see you again someday grandma and grandpa, but until then my boots still need some pulling up and lots of shining too.
Snowstorm
Fight for the barrage of snowflakes begins,
Their primary intention is to take over and to win,
The troops rush in only to dissipate,
The successors expediently charge in t’were fate,
Racing in with a fierce fight,
Taking life and causing it to turn white,
Unlike a maverick,
These experienced soldiers reek havoc,
Smothered in a big, white blanket,
So that the opposition is now overtaken,
They fictitiously presume they’ve won,
Oh No, but look here comes the sun.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
grim starkness of snow
sturdy in its sleeted falling
willing a bleached landscape
a lushness
that chokes the rough field terrain
strides of power
as the fevered wind
spirals In an unexpected direction
inflates drifts like the arched back of a cat
whitening truant brown borders of decay
to bury even shadows
bare trees by fence lines slump like hollow men
in a protected sanctuary of cold
re-shaping confessions that slip
in winter chill extinction
Poem composed January 3, 2023
From the coldest, blackest sky
I came ... without any warning,
So tiny, so intricate am I ...
There will be more by morning
Don't know where I will land
Don't know what town it will be,
Don't know who I will meet
Will they want to see me
When they wake bright and early
And notice from out their window,
A fresh coating of soft white
... A new season's first snow
But a short time, and we do melt
Away in three months' flurry,
A long time by some is felt
As for me ... why should I hurry
Tonight, I am slowly falling
Don't know where I will land,
Will I last the entire winter
Or disappear in one's hand?
Sacrificing and shimmering
Notoriously
Ominous
Winterwonderland
Salute to the elements
Together we stand
Outside in the blizzard
Rendering all that we can
Mesmerized by the land
drive to work in snow
so much fun to cuss and spit
a hater by force
Summer Snowstorm
Recalling winters chill and icy glow
That lay upon the whitened banks of snow
Your cheeks are bitten to a cherry red
The polar bears and penguins daily stead
The Spring and Fall have mimicked weather’s norm
With Pea and Duffel coats to keep you warm
Foretelling soon the season soon to come
No more for rain to hear its steady thrum
The God of Ra has brightened all our land
The sun has kissed the beaches and the sand
It’s Summer’s theme and bodies shall be tanned
Just shorts and thongs and others will be banned
Oceans await the surfboards when they soar
To top waves and beat the sharks to the shore
A season in heat as a snowstorms core
The power of ice and the power on shore
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Snowstorm
Haven’t been here for a while,
Life turned crazy for a bit,
Like those plastic snowstorms you can buy at Christmas,
Shaking in your child-sized fist,
Making the snow swirl in an improbable way round Mary and Joseph on their journey.
Seemed like someone shook my snow-globe,
The Universe. Or God.
Causing confusion to swirl in an unpredictable way around me on my journey,
Blurring the signs along the way,
Making me wait, making me wait,
Life turned crazy for a while,
But sit it out. Bide your time.
It’ll clear. And the path will reappear.