Short Snows Poems
Short Snows Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Snows by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Snows by length and keyword.
first day of spring
sunny and mild
as the snow-smelt
of hidden greens
below a blue sky
this weekend
len
it is very cold
winter time bliss blistering
brews course blowing hue
1/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Snowing and snowing; again and again
Somehow don't think all drivers will win!
Hope all the snow-plows are picking it up
Sure is a great day to stay home and sup!
Lost souls
In deep white snow
Bitter cold
All traces go
Upward they rise
In heavens glow
Missing ghost
Of days ago
Lightly they flow
Searching out
Graves below
Lost souls
Buried in deep snows.
hurry winter snow;
falling, fall white silver snow;
atop the trees grounds
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falling ever down;
covering the walks and roads;
hurry snow, snow, Snow
11/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
HAIKU
QUIETLY WINDS BLOWING DOWN SNOWS FROM HEAVEN
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quiet winds comfort
stillness of the driven snow
down from heaven falls
12/29/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
eternal heavy
covered with eternal snows
thunder and lightning
powdery distants
swollen by the melting snows
the speed of lightning
2/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Planting words inside my garden,
watering them at will
Staking memories long forgotten,
feelings cold and shrill
Row by row the letters planted,
phrases start to grow
Whose cool fall day a harvest brings
—to feed the winter snows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Glittery white snowflakes
Falls from heavens winter
cold and frozen crystals fly and fall from the North
Cold, miserable snow sleet comes down
Falling, flying like a flag in the breeze
Flying and falling driven like a man in a auto on a mission
Heavens winter falls from
Glittery white snowflakes
12/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
written in Octopoem poetry verse style
It was the best of snows
It was the worst of snows
The best for packing
The worst for getting hit
The best for sliding
The worst on which to slip
The best for watching fall
The worst to drive in
The best for warming by the fire
The worst to nosedive in
The best for who’s never seen it before
The worst for who can’t take it anymore
It's mid March
And does anyone knows
where the ants go
when it snows
And do they have a beating heart
And if so what does it be about
It's the second week of March
As the squirrels and rabbits Promenade
And where are the brave at heart
It's still yet too cold to have Ice Cold Lemonade
And does anyone know
We're just where do the ants go
When it snows
Yet still it's winter and it flows
3/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr