Snow Hyperbole Poems

How come you overlook such witty answers?
Those smashers, always hitting up too late!
They fluff the air with dust, like ballet dancers
Whirl down, like feathers in...

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a riot of flakes
conjured by nature's magic...
cars slip-sliding on black ice

winter’s confetti
starts entombing autumn's dead... 
colors are shrouded in white...

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As quiet
as a whisper,
swirling
snowflakes begin
to tumble and twirl
as they fall
gently
from the sky;
sparkling
like jewels;
as sunbeams
highlight ice crystals
hidden amongst flakes of
white;
in the guise of snow....

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Ice runs through his veins 
          Devoid of all emotion 
     ...

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i map her seasons breast belly winter and thigh as arcane knowledge...

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The sunset tints the mountain's purple peaks,
painting frescos on alabaster snow.
And bleeding scarlet into trickling creeks,
Nature surpasses Michelangelo.

Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes
as acrobatic bats...

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Slipping through cracks in the clouds
snowflakes confetti the sky
like tufts of down tumbling down.

Riding on a chilly breeze,
twirling and swirling snowflakes
begin carpeting the ground.

Crowned the...

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Spring dapples the landscape in shades of green,
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
While wildflowers add color to the scene;
flaunting exotic pigments, rarely seen.

Summer...

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A chilly, wet, spring day when the icy mud melts just enough to soak your socks before you've even gotten to the car,
And all you...

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Push and shove,
Velcro up your gloves
There's snow in the square,
In the other corner is love,
Cold and unforgiving
Like the clouds up above
Herself, she shivers in spite...

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When the amber hues 
Turn to cinder-block blues
And the songbirds exist
In the recesses of our world
We lose something special 
When the golden hour is up
Our...

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Mosaics of gold and crimson;
follow the last migrating duck.
And barren soil littered with death;
stripped of its grandeur, turns to muck.

Autumn dawdles well past its end;
no...

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BEING INVISIBLE (THE IRONY OF IT ALL)

There is a Battle ongoing about an 
invisible Being
Each side claims the ear of the One 
before whom they're...

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