Snowfield Poems - Poems about Snowfield

... Ottawa, Ontario once a desolate snowfield now, a city of Gothic and Victorian buildings downtown with stunning glassed towers a mingling of architecture's copper-roofe......

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...My Confession and Request to Someone A sin is circulating over me, hanging our life, gallows Someone needed love, only some dust of and from love A touch from you is just a hoped kindness fro......

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... 'Twas the night before Christmas that was freezing cold, my 5-year old granddaughter couldn't keep elation on hold, for she knew, for her Santa would bring at night nice gift. So, she wanted t......

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...The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold, a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold, for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring, wanted the night to fly away quickl......

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...Twas the night before Christmas that was freezing cold As a seven year old I couldn’t keep excitement on the hold For I knew for me all the lovely gifts Santa would bring Wished the hours of nig......

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...footprints carved on a crystalline carpet the winding traces of morning skaters on teal and ivory rugged snowfield lead me to his quiet hometown the bare trees that surround me are like dancin......

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...The night of one Christmas a long time ago was icy cold, as a seven year old I couldn’t keep excitement in hold, for I knew all the lovely gifts for me Santa would bring, wanted the hour......

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...Death’s Less Than Nothing! Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one / a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on thi......

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...The night before last year’s Christmas was freezing cold, my little granddaughter couldn’t keep excitement in hold, for she knew all the lovely gifts for her Santa would bring, wanted the nightl......

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...White crystals glitter, a snowfield of light. The silence fallen, a spirit's delight. The pointing fingers, deep in delusion. The ends, not the means, make the decision. The challenge is known, t......

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...a snowfield yonder retina stabbing brilliance a million eyes gazed......

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...‘Twas the night before Christmas, my small granddaughter, excited over the party gorgeous, and for the gifts Santa would bring for her, wanted the nightly hours of wait to be soon over. ......

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...Spokes of winter freeze the soul and wake the mind Diamante snowfield that the North Wind hath designed Smokes of cold breath curl the sky then dissipate Air forged into steel The outer d......

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...Like a thunderbolt through the heart, She was beauty, a work of art, A snowfield on a summer's day, She was an angel here to stay. Such loving eyes to gaze upon, How could I ever do he......

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