Best Snowy Poems
The snow wafts gently down
Softly and quietly coating the ground
With a silence so loud
Blankets earth like a shroud
Trees hold snow laden boughs
My steps as I walk make barely a sound
I take this path alone
Pondering certainties that are unknown
The twists that living takes
Mistakes we sadly make
The tears for loving’s sake
The many ways which our love hasn’t grown
Lamps aglow light my way
This beauty conflicts my heart that’s so gray
Now I wish you were here
But instead my heart fears
As our love disappears
I’ve pushed you away and there you will stay
This snowy evening stroll
And I realize your love feeds my soul
I beg of you return
So much we need to learn
It’s for you my heart yearns
Without you my darling I can’t be whole.
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January 7, 2018
Written for Contest: Rhyme Me A Poem
Theme: A Snowy Evening Walk
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Upon icy lake
Snowy owl seeks nourishment –
Craves a sip of spring
Fishing one day in the southern ocean
The sun had risen and was shining bright
Overhead me I heard a commotion
A snowy albatross gliding in flight.
With a huge wing span he circled around
The haul on my deck had caught his keen eye
Out of all the boats it was mine he found
He then glided down and let out a cry.
He landed on the water close to me
I reached to my catch and threw him a fish
Gone in a flash, he must have been hungry
I threw two more, for him a tasty dish .
Sailors who see them say it's a good sign
I hoped by my actions luck would be mine.
Written 16th October 2019.
Writing Challenge, October 2019 Bird - Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode.
Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.
Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers brightly turning on
As somber day, bearing yawn, is awakening bleak and drawn
When kids thrilled, frolic and build, a snowman on their lawn
Celebrating school closings on this messy, dampened dawn.
Peering scenes tinted gold, hushed romantic gazes behold
Fixating on meadows bold, where pristine paintings unfold
Delighting in the glowing blaze that brightens daze of malaise
Appealing to zeal of morning, blushing haze in emergent rays.
A deer ambles besides her fawn, exiting her quiet hideout
Curious to scout how leisurely strollers are sauntering about,
Ruminating sunshine while darkened clouds are phasing out
As bluing skies, sparkle eyes, illuminating zest of astral clout.
Beyond foothills, tall cliffs sigh, scintillating in sapphire sky
When far from here, climbing up high, cerulean motifs vie
As cobalt imprints horizons amplify, where birds merrily fly
Announcing to the receding storm: it’s time to say goodbye.
When daylight quivers on melting mound of thawing ground
Amidst whispers swirling around, muffled wind’s hissing sound;
Golden glints thrill, glistening hill, tinting the landscapes blue
Refracting puddles in ornate view of glinted beams’ opal hue.
November 16, 2020
Poem of the day on November 18, 2020
Placed 1st: In rhymes sublime poetry contest--by Joseph May
While frozen teardrops seep
And prick my face as the winter clouds weep
They flutter, soft and white
And on my tracks, alight ...
To shroud me in the night
My will set firm to the promise I keep.
For days now, I've set pace
On and on, while the bitter tempests race
But now the winds have died
So I increase my stride ...
And pray the snow will hide
The remnants of my prints from those who chase.
Their plane crashed in the storm
I found them, five survivors keeping warm
I meant to lend a hand ...
But drugs, you understand
Their cargo contraband ...
And now they fear of who I might inform.
They've hunted me so long
But vows made to my family keep me strong
And these woods are my own
I'm not in this alone ...
The love that I have known
Will lead me safely home ... where I belong.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Rhyme Me A Poem" Poetry Contest, Broken Wings, Sponsor. Rhyme scheme AABBBA, etc, syllables 6-10-6-6-6-10. Syllables checked at "How Many Syllables" dot com. *
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
Tonight, her footsteps crack and moan —
She's useless when her tears frost over,
The gutter running without her, alone
There's another ghost inside porchlight silver,
A foot melting on the banister —
She's dark as the wind that picks her up,
This twisting whirl of white clumps
Against wind now seeming touchable —
Outside, the snow jumps
With the draft...and then the window's wail,
Being broken apart like snowflakes assails,
She touches the real parts in foggy glass —
The cold that blasts through a girl's face,
Years after, the woman outside this table —
So the terrace is her cup, white laughter, dark tastes.
In my white feathered coat, I look divine.
I hunt at night, but also in bright day.
My bold rounded eyes as gold amber shine.
Dawn guilds my broad wing span flying away.
Soaring silent I clear steep mountain's crest,
Then swoop with precision to snatch my prey.
My talons cling tight to my beating breast,
Till I feed my owlets a father's way.
Gliding high o'er Arctic tundra I roam.
Lemmings are known as my favorite quest.
Soon I will prepare a warm cozy home
In early May when I build a large nest.
There's danger of wolves and foxes when near,
The prime predators we snowy owls fear.
2-11-16
For Personification Owl contest by Eve Roper
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albino ~VIEW~
Persian tailed jackrabbit
ebony awaits
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January breeze
snowbird, whistles on tree top
where did x-mass go?
by;p.d.
BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING (With apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.
Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.
And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.
Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!
She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!
Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.
by © ron arbuthnot
In majestic beauty I stand alone
My lifetime mate included
Together on land we build our home
Preferably secluded
My five foot wingspan is solid white
Hunting is done in the light
Fish, rabbits, rodents and birds are nice
Lemmings are a daily delight
With yellow eyes and beard of black
I rule my frozen domain
Neither fox nor wolf would dare attack
Even eagles are aware of my fame
The ghost like snowy male owl am I
With razor sharp talons to die for
Arctic tundra is where I prowl up high
Where snow peaks are just the ground floor.
Feb 6 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
When fall departs and winter's on its way,
our minds are set to face a colder clime;
the days get shorter, evenings quickly gray,
and winter storms will visit us in time.
Inside, from warm, embracing beds at night,
we watch flakes fall beneath the silver moon.
Such tranquil scenes outside glow in its light
where satin banks of snow and sky commune.
Protected, safe from winter's icy blow,
as gusty winds make snowflakes swirl and fall,
we'll drift to sleep lulled softly by moonglow
and swaying tree limb shadows on the wall.
How lovely are these winter late-night scenes-
that feed our sleep to make for peaceful dreams.
snowy blue mountain
double beauty double good...
icy frozen heart
snow on the mountain
fire in hearth a certainty...
slow ignited fire
Thanks for the challenge
P.D..
Contest Entry by:
Sara Kendrick
These woods once rich with leaves,
brushed kiss from the wind then stolen by thieves
now latent boughs by snow.
Its touch glistening glow
melt tears, I think I know to watch allurement
flow its caress weaves.
Sun makes its way across
the sky sinks out of reach and wins the toss.
A peace in the wood walls,
stunning, once the night falls,
nocturnal creature calls.
Different kinds of loveliness emboss.
Dazzling glow, eyes of light,
a sea of darkness, stars winking good night
while nature falls asleep,
and nighthawks rise to peep.
Cold threaded fingers keep
on snowy evening walk, no one in sight.
Snowflakes resume to flow,
these woods within our grasp such wealth of snow.
The only sound's, the graze
of chilled wind wounds and raise
the fall of flakes that lays.
On a snowy evening walk tempting so.
12/25/2017
Crystalline flakes of the snow drifted down,
Created blankets of whiteness that gleam,
Hastily covered old time-weathered earth…
Beautiful vision, so peaceful and clean.
Treetops all glisten with glow from the light
Of lampposts and moonbeams spread over town…
Snow mounds of fluff adorn bushes and plants…
Hillsides flow down like a white satin gown.
Lights draped around windows twinkle like stars
While indoors reflect the bejeweled trees,
Green wreaths and red bows adorn every door…
The splendor of Christmas…a soft, gentle breeze
That whispers it’s magic of love and peace
And goodwill to those who honor this night
Of a blessed Christmas, aglow with joy…
In the wonder of winter’s snowy delight.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Snow
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 11/20/2015