Best Snowy Poems

~The best poem ever~

Without saying a word I’m going to go where no one has gone before.
A twilight zone, only God and I know of....

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In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled...

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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from...

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I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden...

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Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble...

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The Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden...

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Parallel

Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy...

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Springtime

Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.

2-12-22

YOUR BEST RHYMING COUPLET, #4 Poetry Contest~7th place out of 10...

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Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house there by the...

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A snowy owl sat on her nest
   while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest 
   to gather...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh
I may seem too nice and mild, though
The moon knows my true name

In lust I ascend to claim my...

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