Frosty Poems - Poems about Frosty

Santa sang as he approached the streets. Couldn't wait to give out some treats. From the window, he looked East. He saw there was a feast. Rode back and had all the sweets. Frosty got so bored inside on a Monday. He came out and walked along the way. He had put on new glasses. Stood beside a campfire outside the classes. He cried...

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Frosty there once was a snowman named frosty whose figure was round and quite glossy he danced through the town till the sun came around and left poor old frosty quite saucy Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer there once was a reindeer named rudolph whose bright nose would often just show off he lit up the sleigh but led them astray when he stopped for a snack...

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"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show." - Andrew Wyeth Gentle flakes wish on frozen stars Poetries, like grace, write memoirs The night sounds like a shadow’s song Listening to rhythms who belong Moon rises against...

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Frosty the snowman needed therapy. There's a problem with my olfactory. No matter what scent wafts by, Or what cologne that I try, It's only carrots I smell, don't you see? There once was an elf by the name of Zig. Who, unlike the rest of the elves, grew big! Rather than stay and not fit, He stowed on the sleigh and...

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Perhaps earth will be lovingly kissed With snowfall at a time such as this To grace the holy day Jesus was laid in hay Our first and most blessed of Christmas gifts. A short lifespan, a joyful lifespan For Frosty the cold, winter showman With hat, scarf, pipe and gloves Provided with much love From children who adore a snowman. Slowly, sadly, snowman melts...

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The chilly breezes of winter, As I walked by, A man glanced at me, And smiled, It wasn’t creepy, Nor was it nice, It slowly disappeared, Replaced by a look of ice, The closer he came, The faster I walked, Only to be stopped by an unstable rock, I stumbled and tripped, Crying out in pain, Alas, the man caught up before I could get up, He looked...

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In the firmament, a frosty supply. Winter whitening, within, without, high. Each flake in brand new cookie cutter shape. Meek congregates, quickening the landscape. Base, torso, head - together in dreamland. Snowballs giggle as they’re rolled big and grand. ‘Will he grin,’ he’s wondering, and perchance ‘an old hat, a half chomped carrot, nice stance.’ Contrast of black, coal eyes against blue skies. Snow...

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Frosty He can’t feel his fingers They’ve gone numb He built a snow girl a beautiful one Fashioned with snow He gave her soft mitts She’s perfectly sculpted with ruby red lips He kissed those red lips brought her to life Sexy with curves Would she be his wife When things got hot She melted in his arms I guess in the end She succumbed to his charms. ...

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there is a silence held by the evening snow settled outside the window waiting the next gust to lift this spirit in flow a frosty dance to let go Heidi Sands 1/18/24 (C)opyright ...

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a frozen aria an angry sparrow barking at winter a frozen farewell a snowflake coating on fallen feathers the snow drifts an unmoving breaker patiently poised an icicle threatens the dallying drips that give it life a snowshoe rabbit eyes the carrot dark eyes watch ...

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Sandy the Sandman. Was a super duper dude. With a surfboard pack and a seashell nose and two eyes made out of food. Sandy the Sandman. Would always love to play. He was made of sand, but the lifeguards know how he came to life one day. There must have been some magic in those swimming trunks they found, for when they placed them on his...

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FROSTY Frosty the snowman, the hero of the song Fired from his winter job, as he always got it wrong Found a job in Florida, cooking burgers on the hob No longer a snowman, with his new hot summer job A soulful look in those eyes of coal, sadness was complete He soon had lost so much weight, a puddle round...

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frosty gray whispers, sighing like the silent night, gentling trembling flakes ...

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crazy biting wind ...

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Corny, the scarecrow, Was a fun and playful soul, Stuffed with corn shucks, And anchored to a long pole. Corny, the scarecrow, Is a creepy, daunting sort, Made of last year’s crops, Bathed in morning’s dewdrops, He’s never had an escort. There must have been some wonderful In those overhauls he’s wearing, Because when he put them on his form, No other scarecrow was worth comparing. Oh, Corny,...

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