Short Snowbank Poems

Short Snowbank Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Snowbank by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Snowbank by length and keyword.


Premium Member Bobcat

Large
Bobcat
peaked above
the tall snowbank
Then, it slowly walked
sat in the street
looked around,
as it
left

Heidi Sands

12/30/21
Form: Ninette


Premium Member ::::Snowbank::::

thick walls overflow 
   crystals  golden sun rays glow 
             ice deposits grow 


    Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
    Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
    Syllable counter PS  5/7/5
                 01/16/2022
Form: Haiku

Premium Member The Elf Joe

There once was an elf named Joe
                 He loved to drink in the snow
                        He went for a ride
                      On Christmas, to hide
                Got stuck in a snowbank below

12/26/18

*Entry For Let’s Have Fun Poetry Contest.  Sponsor:  Shadow Hamilton
Form: Limerick

Premium Member As Jack Was Walking In the Snow

As Jack Was Walking in The Snow Jack saw wife's nightgown on the home snowbank At first, his heart leaped frogged, and teeth croaked clank Why his little bare bo-peep Pulling his buff wool so deep Soon joy rose and love snowballed at her prank connie pachecho 2/20/18
Form: Limerick

Premium Member In a Moment



I will turn back the pages of my tattered life
to when I was five years old and it was my birthday
it was a cold winter day as mom and I strolled to the school
to walk my big sister home-  she was running and jumping
climbed a snowbank and slipped into the busy street
mom was screaming-  and my life changed forever
Form: Verse


Pills

Pills.
Like a dried out lawn.
With weeds and a broken birdbath.
Growling.
With hands or without.
Needing medication.
Like teetering on a snowbank.
Avalanche.
Pills.
A shopping cart filled with broken chairs.
There’s no one except a lawnmower.
No one lives here.
Pills.
Tugging at my sleep.
With a broken birdbath in my sleep.
Pills.
They aren’t the spidery kind.
They’re the gracious sight
My own hands.

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