Snow Poems | Examples of Snow Poetry

I reached a hand Into the snow The chilly ice Once vibrant glow It's Winter's wish A painful spree The absent warmth Of no degree Although I try To stay alive Your touch confirms No love could thrive Until the crystals Of your heart Can beat a path Back to the start I'll leave a message By transient hand No passer by Shall understand A heart-shaped sign To melt...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life. Mushroom-gathering, rushing to beat cold evening rains. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Ceremonious hailstones assail my hinoki hat. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Caught hatless in a winter shower? So it goes. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch How...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about winter, snow, snowball, home, fire, children, fun, frost, hail, fish, ice fishing. The year’s first snowfall; such happiness to be at home in my hut. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Fire-making friend, let me show you something grand: a huge snowball! —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Written for Basho’s dear friend Sora, who...

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Mini Poppadoms Intensive can you hear the intensity Mr freeze step aside I have flies and they are my new friends The crackle of the snow,whip and blow The cackle of the crow,the man taking the dough The crackle of the soap Left until your laundries done The night of a moon And a cow The red rooster cocks And the people come Forgetting their...

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"Thoughts must not be stifled; they need tears, an outlet, a sigh, words." ...

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I have a heart too warm for a body of snow. My torso went out first— The buttons before my chest dropped into the soil. One by one, they stripped me tenderly. —I feel exposed. My limbs were the next to leave— Technically I only had arms that once traced words in frost. The damp branches—they landed right beside me. I couldn’t reach them, of...

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G-lacier A-lways Y-ields Z-enith's E-legant L-ight C-asting A-ll L-uminescent A-ura, G-limmering O-n S-now ©bfa060425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Gayzel Calagos)...

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winter came early it was freezing in the mountains no shelter meant death ...

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shadows of s n o w f l a k e s d i s s o l ...

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Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet But not from my eyes you gouged out Or from the tongue you cut off Nor my eyes you left to listen And not my insides where it crawls. Unkown makes me afraid More than my blood pooling on the snow I knew it always bleeds But I don't know where the...

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In the fireflies in the sky above, Gases collide with grace—no gaslighting~ They weave star-carpets that shimmer and wink, God’s lanterns flaring to soften our darkness. A fusion of hydrogen and helium nuclei~ Forms a premium spirit that sparkles, Like a naked flame through a bright hole in the dark, Yet forming galaxies remains their thrill. With self-gravity, bound as twinkling gems, Blind to...

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You were there when I needed you the most, just for you to disappear into the night like a vengeful ghost. The texts you sent broke my heart, cause deep down I never wanted us to part. My biggest Fear, was for you to disappear, and for you to pass from sight like fire in the snow. I...

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I don't know where iceberg lettuce winter squash or snow peas grow but it seems to me it's not down there in Antarctica where and when it's freezing below which only goes to show pointing out if not advising there's bait and switch in the pitch and no truth to their advertising ...

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These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter. Autumn wind ... She always wanted to pluck the reddest roses ?Kobayashi Issa translation by Michael R. Burch Issa wrote the haiku above after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.” In this world where I was born every...

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The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster, and they were made of paper, they were bare… It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces, and they were made of paper, they were bare… Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy, and through them they were still smiling, not caring for the bitter cold, in defiance of...

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