Short Sleds Poems
Short Sleds Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sleds by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sleds by length and keyword.
Mushers
Haiku: by Tom
1/13/2022
They make things happen;
something all dog sleds must have,
and they're called mushers.
two
sleds
me and
my brothers
rest against my wall
every night the same debate
blah, blah, blah.... lost youth ... or... blah, blah, blah... forever young
Surprise! six inches fell
Silently through the night,
Secretly, unforeseen.
School cancelled, sleds are launched
Salt brine is useless now.
Stay home, no shoveling,
Sunshine will seize the day.
Winter gives us snow
So we can ride our sleds.
Spring makes the flowers grow
In their lovely beds.
Summertime is always hot
So we go to the lake.
Fall makes the leaves all drop
And then we have to rake.
Christmas Dreams
children's heads
think of sleds
in their beds
faces glow
all below
mistletoe
Santa’s seen
Christmas dreams
evergreen
12/28/18
Charlieku 3-3-3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina 2nd place
It does not take much
All it takes is a hill
A descent layer of snow
And a big ol’ bunch of kids
Then the magic starts
Snowmen, forts, and sleds
Just hundreds of kids being kids
And not a sad face in sight
A true ‘unplanned’ winter wonderland
© Poem – XII/XXV/MMXXI
Flakes sparkle, a golden sun emerges;
shadows chase children 'round forts of snow.
The groundhog appears holding his scepter.
"Don't store away those sleds just yet";
warm jackets will reign for six more weeks.
Snow plays its card – spades high.
written February 11, 2013
Hurry up and go;
Slow down and wait;
Drink when your hungry;
and Fast when your thirsty?
~
Dream while your awaken;
Sleep while your body is dead;
Even blindmen read books;
Some even drive, toboggans and sleds;
12/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Silent nights and silent days
Silver pines of yesterday
Still-celebrating reprise
of rosy cheeks and snowy heights
of treetop angels and brilliant lights
Glowing bulbs and flying sleds
Destiny in dreamy beds
for morrow’s Christmas
is presenting and unwrapping
Springtide memories are clapping
You asked me once
Simply stating 'why'?
The snow is so pretty
how can beauty make you cry?
I don't like sleds
won't catch me on skis;
don't like my nose cold
I prefer my skin with a sunny breeze
The touch of water
the sound of the waves
everything dissapears;
the Ocean saves
I can't indulge the sea
when I'm bundled in a coat
I sure can't swim
if my air is frozen
White sand cascades in a wee washed-up jelly jar.
Shiny on its side, stepwise tumbling as a child turns it.
Boy’s curious mind reveals a tiger’s eye, rhodonite,
Snowflake obsidian, red jasper and quartz midst sand.
In reverse play, stones look like sleds on a snowy slope.
Slow reveal of each prize mesmerizing and calming.
11/22/2021
Line Gauthier’s BITE SIZE POEM no27
cold, but
sun’s bright
season’s
grand sight
pure snow
gleaming
thrilled kids
screaming
snowballs
soaring
day’s not
boring
sleds are
gliding
grandma’s
riding!
snowmen
makers
cookie
bakers
cocoa
mixers
supper
fixers
great day
near-gone
“Good night,”
all yawn
December 6, 2022
placed 5th in a Brian Strand Contest
Winter fresh, crisp and clean,
God's dessert for mankind,
Delicious experentially,
The mountains you ski,
Toboggans and sleds,
A swift passage to tomorrow,
The snowman and snow forts,
A favorite passtime,
The days of maple syrup and pancakes,
The pioneers making us welcome,
With their traditional old-fashioned ways,
The blessings of our God.
Author: Gwen von Erlach
A cold wind blows
snow flakes flutters
down from the heavens.
The great pines
covered in whiteness
as children sleds
down the hills.
Another log onto the fire
as families reunite.
Christmas tree all bright
with gifts in site.
Laughter fill the night
as we here the crackle
of the fire.
Songs of joy
being sung with family.
Faces filled with joy
as we reunite
around family
Cold wet winter winds
plenty of snow to play in
snowmen to build ~ sleds.
Hot chocolate to drink up,
soft furry blanket ~ cuddle.
Date Written: 12/2/2021
4 Place
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Getting hard to hide here,
Wanting to fully disappear,
Anxiety has got a chokehold,
This demon has gotten bold,
Talon's buried deep into me,
Try to run but cannot flee,
Each struggle darkness embeds,
Pulling heavy burden sleds,
Ground has turned to tar,
Unable move forward far,
Strain becomes to heavy to bare,
Chokehold's now stopped my air,
Gotten to hard to hide here,
I'll never fully disappear.
A poem, beautiful as snow,
She sparkles with a wintry glow.
Like falling frost upon each pine,
each word: complex and crystalline.
With magic sifted in each fractal,
The snow resembles every dactyl.
Hot chocolate, sleds, the fireplace-
Are comforts like the poems’ grace.
A novelty, a Christmas treat,
a lovely poem storms like sleet.
A winter’s day with snowing skies
Is poems in a white disguise.
A poem, beautiful as snow,
She sparkles with a wintry glow.
Like falling frost upon each pine,
each word: complex and crystalline.
With magic sifted in each fractal,
The snow resembles every dactyl.
Hot chocolate, sleds, the fireplace-
Are comforts like the poems’ grace.
A novelty, a Christmas treat,
the perfect rhymes will storm like sleet.
A winter’s day with snowing skies
Is poems in a white disguise.
In Winter
Icicles hanging from slant eaves of roof.
Heavy window curtains: perfect wind-proof.
Outside, shiny snow sparkling as silver.
Nice ice flakes floating on close-by river.
Cheerful children playing sliding on sleds.
Men removing ice, pulling pushing spades.
Lending helping hand to shift drifts of frost.
Being careless, peerless wedding ring got lost.
12/02/18
Trimeter
Winter of skates, snow, ice.
Cold chill in the air, coats,
muffins, scarfs , sleds, skies, nice.
Silver bells, music notes.
Slalom’s dangerous way
Hot chocolate, sweaters,
Boots for drifts, wind blown day.
Home by fire, writing letters.
Mistletoe, Santa Claus,
presents, ribbons, bows, strings,
wrappings children then toss.
Toy cars, dolls, Christmas brings.
All is time of great joy ,
Time made for both girl, boy.
Like a blustering old man the
storm spews snow epitaphs of disregard
for the minions of man.
A light froth falls from the north
dry and distant making
sideburns, muttonchops on the bark
of barren tree trunks.
The windward side of the trees
applying downward weight of snow
tilting with dismay.
Yet, the day calls to the young
and through slamming back doors they run
sleds, and saucers in their bundled arms
ah... for my ole flexible flyer!
Sunshine turned to cold sleet
Palm trees froze in place
Tourists walked down white streets.
to shop for hats and boots
Beach boys left the beaches;
Surfboards were turned to sleds.
Rather than surfing waves
they slid down Diamond Head.
No more graceful hula;
grass skirts became passé.
Dressed in lederhosen,
slap-polka was the rage.
Don Ho found a new song
to thrill his many fans
‘Tiny toddies,’ every-
one, makes us all feel warm.
Suzanne Delaney
A one-time backpacking zebra with a rah rah rah
Went down the mountain sliding down a long seesaw
We yelled hey wait! Don’t you usually walk.
He gave us a rude hand gesture; and a little squawk.
I did not know that backpackers rode down sleds I yelled.
He mooned me good, which I thought was even ruder still.
I was glad when he ran into a picnic table at the bottom of the hill.
Which was not kind, but it was the way I felt said my brother Bill.
Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy tingling,
And we can no longer feel our toes…but,
It is all worth it, and we will long remember
When someone built a bonfire out of tires.
written November 29, 2021