Storm Snow Poems | Examples
These Storm Snow poems are examples of Snow poems about Storm. These are the best examples of Snow Storm poems written by international poets.
“Sometimes our seasons overdo...
to let us know they're able to.”
_by Poet
Winter storms
buried us in snow!
So much white
blinded us
from nature's autumn colors
hiding deep below.
Record snow
blanketed the lawns
and rooftops!
Parking lots
were plowed, leaving snow mountains-
blocking drivers' sight.
Then warm days
unveiled some color!
Seen again,
shades of greens
stirring thrills for coming Spring-
soon awakening.
no birds, no singing,
no sun or blue sky showing...
when will this storm end?
sleepy kitty cat
curled up warm by the fire...
"Shovel? Not my job!"
put on the kettle,
have a nice, hot cup of tea...
shovel? not quite yet!
the snow looks heavy
hate it when my muscles ache...
winter is not fun!
snowmageddon storm...
a daft fool in a white house
asks "What climate change?"
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Snowdrifts swallow streets~
the city holds its breath,
counting cracks in ice.
Somewhere, a radiator sings
of warmth we'd almost forgotten.
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Silent flakes descend on frozen ground,
Hushed, wrapped in a snowy shroud profound,
With each careful step, the frost sings low,
A distant echo where my dreams are found.
Leafless trees now covered with snow
A path traced softly, I begin to go,
My breath a cloud in the crystal air,
The moon reflects upon the icy show.
Footsteps linger while old shadows stare,
Under branches where pale winds soft and fair
Each memory glimmers in winter's light,
In the silent woods, their secret lair.
Beyond cold horizons, blankets of white,
A golden promise for eyes so bright,
In quiet beauty, the journey ends,
My winter walk done, with pen I share.
In a winter storm
the snow falls
seemingly like dust
but pure, clean, cold.
All of our little white lies
come back to remind us,
to haunt us.
Not so pure and clean after all.
I adore the snow globe from Santa Clause
Left in my stocking on the chimney wall
I love the snow storm made when it’s shaken
And the scene inside that does awaken.
There are skaters dancing on frozen ice
Wrapped up warm, having the time of their life
Church bells welcoming folk to come inside
To celebrate the wonders of Yuletide.
With each move I made, my snowglobe moved too
Without it I’d be sorrowful, It’s true
It has pride of place, on a shelf safe it’s sat
I shake it often, it brings that Christmas back.
My snow globe is made of plastic, not glass
But is the nicest gift I ever had
Had it over seventy years in all
Still my snow globe never fails to enthral.
yard full of fall leaves
blew down the street with the wind
yard full of snow now
Popcorn is white and puffy.
Snow is white and fluffy
too.
A blizzard rages cold, outside,
but I'm safe and cozy inside -
with you.
There is a forest in my chest—
It grows no trees, only space
where willows once stood.
Where light rives in but answers nothing
Illuminates only the certainty of Eclipse—
Creatures born of Lack—
drift-ice flecks of snow
that fell inward and refused to thaw
They pace in slippers threadbare
unbearable—breeding Hunger into Dissent
like wolf-teeth gnawing Bone.
They are the sounds Lack makes
when Loneliness grows lungs
feral for the breath
I still must spend—
One day I’ll wrench them
into Riven Breath of Sky—
cavernous, storm-wrought
yet clawing still—
They’ll rasp the Void
like blades through Snow
my chest a Hive of emptied Bone—
And I
remain the Forest without Trees
oozing riven Light
that answers Nothing
being inscribed in snow.
Winter
tinter
Now white
Too bright
Glass glare
No where
Home zone
Day blown
Power
Outer
Too chill
To grill
Hunger
Junker
I was born,
in a winter storm.
The snow cascading,
and I have always loved snow's,
cold whispers !
Beloved,
enfold me today,
within your snowflakes.
The storm within me seeking,
your cold kiss !
god-given
luscious coat of fur
ready for any Siberian storm
~ let it snow
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After a cold night of winter’s ice and snow, the morning brings a vibrant, sparkling show!
"Thoughts must not be stifled; they need tears, an outlet, a sigh, words."
Quote by_Constance
I was born in a winter snow storm,
that began with a few filigree flakes;
kissing trees,
then, became a monster roaring and howling.
Through life I have always had an affinity with snow,
with the sun and a breeze;
even, as a child I was a thinker and crayon writer,
until, grandma gave me a journal and pen;
now, a writer- and words are my trees !