Snowmen Poems - Poems about Snowmen

Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill. Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it. Science says men evolved from apes. Maybe I evolved from polar bears or those abominable snow people —yeti—that no one can photograph. You can’t just reject that outright, say the odds are minuscule, just because it’s new and edgy. I mean, where’s your science— your unbiased, clinical perspective? We could...

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A city of festivities glitter bright To celebrate a special joyful night, Gingerbread man boogies with delight, Snowmen waltz, what a charming sight! He is decorated with a galore of candy, Friends excited to find those sweets handy, Reason to be gratefully elated and happy As incredibly thankful as they could ever be! The city looks enchanting with softest snow, Silvery laces on rooftops...

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Field covered in snow- corn shocks become snowmen...

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Where might thy be daylight savings? Sun of mine Winter's last dying breath it's time to overtly shine I say bring yourself out from that overcast shrine Death to all snowmen to the street with their brine...

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March pelts melting snowmen with freezing rain, as black ice coats near impassable roads. And driving on frozen streets that can't drain; triggered by potholes; frustration explodes. I love the feel of freshly fallen snow, Nature's white duvet of soft-snowy down. Yet, upon Spring's arrival, warm winds blow, transforming the ground to a muddy brown. Spring melts river ice once safe to...

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I spent my childhood in Ohio…it was a wonderful place to grow… I especially like the change of seasons…and playing in the snow. I remember how the snow could cancel school…and I never will forget the feeling of creating a snowman…when the snow was wet. I’d start out with a small snowball which I’d pack together in my hands… then...

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We three Snowmen of Detroit are Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far Field and fountain, more and mountain Sledding is more fun than our car. We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi. Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh. Landing in your hometown but staying not long. To stay through July would just be wrong....

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Where are they? She whispered, kind of scared to ask. They are in the kitchen; the big one brought his own flask. She said to the snowmen welcome to our home but aren’t you afraid? You mean because your house is a mess and you don’t have a maid? No, she said, but you are kind of outside people,...

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Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads. Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand. Heat overuse caused great melt overload. Alas, Winter thawed--and found he'd been snowed. ~Snowed, in this sense, means overwhelmed with lies, taken advantage of~ December 13, 2021 For Winter Quintain Contest by Francine Roberts...

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Come on! Whispered Daddy. Let’s sneak out and play. It was a weird thing to do, but the best thing in a way. My sister and I sneaked out and put on boots and hats. By the light of the moon we could see the might bats. Where are your coats? Daddy said. You’ll need them you know. We did...

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Snowmen standing in the yard Wearing our old hats and scarves. Do you think it might get old Just standing out there in the cold? Snowmen standing in a line When it’s cold then they are fine. When it’s warm they shed the pounds Pooling water all around. Snowmen standing in a row. Spring is near but they don’t know. Soon the weather will be...

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SNOWMEN DIE IN SPRINGTIME Snowmen never stand in the yards afterward when it's near forty-two degrees shovel put away hasn't snowed since Christmas Day SNOWMEN DIE IN SPRINGTIME 2/22/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020© Sedoka Poetry Verse...

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Slowly winter creeps along into our veins The cold curse of England Testing your fragile bones Teasing your icy cold ears Freezing your nose Jack Frost is coming closer The Holly King still in its Glory The sun all but gone Just a dismal rise A fast Set Daylight Hours Stolen Turning back Time An hour here Forward there Tingling Skin Hard Jawline Fur and Fleece Come out to...

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Snowflakes float Whimsically on the wind Drift Soar Fall Gentle merging of Terrestrial elements Seeking Cosmic order of Patterned perfection Children frolic with Frosty Making snowmen and Snow angels Snowflakes melt Swept aside by Busy wipers on Sliding cars on Slippery roads With dizzy drivers Seeking stars and Sparkling moonbeams On lonely roads In lonely lives Where snowflakes fall...

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Six snowmen were cherished by Jill. Eight snowmen she wanted to kill, so six snowmen live on while eight snowmen are gone. Those snowmen she rolled off a hill! Jan. 7, 2019 for charles messina's Same Word Winter Limerick Poetry Contest...

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