Best Song Snow Poems


An Innocent Dream

Last night I saw a dream-
I was in the midst of a brown gleam;
The spot was like a land of cream;
Lakes and ponds were full with it -upto the brim.

Beautiful blossoms were everywhere,
The fragrance were for everyone to share ,
The snow flakes seemed most fair,
It seemed that Nature has created them with great care.

Chocolate creams made up the seesaw,
There was cno one to guide me under law,
There was no signs of fears and flaws,
And there was a cream cat with snow white claws.

What a dream it was just like the beauty of a rose-
But all were shattered when the light of dawn fell on the tip of my nose.

The Christmas Snow

Every Christmas, Santa Claus

Comes to every person’s house.

He sees all, and should know,

Because he cooks up Magic Snow!

This snow consists

Of love and friendship,

This snow is kindness,

It flies from sky’s ship.

And will be together

With the moon to light

All the world, and the weather 

Must be fine this night!

But in warm places,

where it never snows, 

Suddenly in this night

Magic flowers will grow.

And all will be full of love,

Sky will be happy and laugh

And will give to us fine stars’ show.

The Winter Poems

1.
The snow covers the earth

Already many, many days.

Magic snow garden is

Blossoming in Russia.

It is created from blizzards and birches,

It is pure and silent

late Evening. 

Dome of stars.

Somewhere the violin sings.

2.
It is snowing outside the window.

There are white houses,

white trees, and white city here.

Because suddenly,

someone has flapped with magic sleeves

or with great white wings,

and stars have blossomed in the sky.

They danced,

and snowy ships swam over Earth.

3.
Nobody. 

Only the snow flies and flies.

It lies on woods and fields like white lace.

The Earth is sleeping.

Trees are like an ice fairy tale.

They are silent and fine.

Above them is stillness, quietness, rest of stars.

In a pink window is the splash of wine

And clinking of goblets, 

And two snowflakes rush somewhere together.


Fly Off the Handle

Flying the recently of fell                                                                                               
snow in apiece
A crazy sigh seemly without
Of course—
So easily flying–so enjoying
Puller by wind
And come hell or high water
From the roofs or trees
And while the wind stopped
A clear an empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come-back 
The winter around
In sort or strongly strike—
Again, flying the snow 
Apiece, without of course—
Again flying the snow potted
Fill over streets—over roofs
Over the trees…
And may be snow-less indeed
The terrain.

The New Story About the Snow Queen

Cold, ice, the grey sky.

Wind chases snowflakes violently.

«Why do you lower the curtains In your room?

Are you afraid of somebody?» 

«I am afraid of Snow Queen,

who has kidnapped a small boy named Kay!

Suddenly she will glance In my window also!»

«You must not be afraid!

She not malicious, she is unfortunate.

I think, that Mister Andersen was mistaken,

when he saw her once in his window, 

and he wrote her history.

But I know that, ever long ago, Snow Queen 

was one of three sisters, the Snow fairies.

She was curious, she liked to travel.

One day she flew to distant Russia.

There Snow Queen, so young, fell in love

with a handsome man, the stalwart Frost.

Three daughters, the Snow Maidens, were born to them.   

How happy the Snow fairy was with her family!

But once, when Frost was not at home,

malicious North Wind stole the beautiful fairy.

She did not want to be his wife and resisted him!

Then North Wind erased almost all her memories

and sent her to the country of Eternal Cold.

Then she became Snow Queen.

But two daughters remained 

in the small bit of her memory,

which she stored in her heart.

Always sad, Snow Queen

flies to various countries.

She looks into windows of houses

And she hopes to see her dear girls.

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