Toboggan Poems | Examples

Winter Tidings

Midwinter - means
transparent ice walls
pressed against shrinking skin.

Dead-eyed horses are revived
only by the steam of their nostrils.

No one predicts a beginning or an end,
'mid' is a frozen idea
in an ice-locked fountain pen,
it will not write even in warm hands.

Killer clowns' shelter behind
their fixed, blood flaked grimaces,
the whites of their eyes
reflect pinpoints
of a dawning apprehension.

Roads decelerate,
creaking through knuckled hands.
Chilled mounds toboggan off rooftops,
dump malformed snowmen
through unmeasured backyard graves.

At the hazy horizon of each grinding day.
midwinter blurs perspective.
This is the middling 'Mid'
a middle where the mind stops flowing
up or down.

Stick Figures in Front of Oldsmobile

Skinny kids
Wrinkled clothes
Crooked windows
Non-symmetrical
Snowman slightly off center
The “Olds”
Wrinkled fenders
A round-headed driver
A teetering toboggan
Hanging from its roof

The artists
Sipping hot cocoa

Find Us on Plenty of Fish

Desi DeRotten was not easily forgotten
She only wore cotton, and was easily besotten.
Missy Fit heard about her, and got sick a bit.
She has incredible wit, unless she senses a nitwit.

Swede Glooginfloggin fell onto my toboggan.
He hurt his shoulder, his ribs, and his sniffing noggin.
Petunia Patch thought he might be her match.
She invited him to dine, but he said “some other time”.

They were all participants of the dating app Plenty of Fish.
Desi DeRotten thought he would find himself a real dish.
Missy Fit was looking for a man with hair in a big batch.
Surprisingly someone else had signed up Petunia Patch.

Buddha Meets Santa

Santa sailed upon his sleigh
and came upon Buddha one day,
greeting him with a cry.

Saying, I'm bringing toys
to good girls and boys,
as on this toboggan I fly.

Yep, I'm a plump, jolly fairy,
and will make children merry
with things here in my sack.

Oh, the joy they'll find
when they have what they pined, 
and no longer lack.

Santa, I crave nothing in your sled.
My gift, you see, is wisdom instead,
as I remain mindful.  

I don't seek Christmas merriment
from a drink or intoxicant, 
however delightful.  

And so, two men of worth
bore gifts for children here on earth.
You must believe it!

I only tell you this because
that's the way it really was. 
How then, did they leave it?

God bless you Buddha!
I'll be on my merry way.

Peace be with you Santa,
Have a nice day!

Ruby Red

Ruby Red, toboggan on her head,
Loved every creature God would send.
The first came, with a little wing lame, 
For Ruby Red to nurse and tend.
This little white dove did Ruby love
And soon his wing did mend!
He'd fly right above Ruby's head, this dove, 
And they became the best of friends.
Then one day it was time to fly away,
The dove knew cold comes with the winter winds.
But before he went, to Ruby he sent
A feather to say, “I'll be back again!”

Crystalline Dreams

Cold is the white crystalline night 

As the snowflakes gently fall

A pristine sight by candlelight 

Casting shadows on the wall 

Snuggly in bed my weary head 

Begins drifting off to sleep 

Dreams of my red toboggan sled

Flying over snows so deep

Snow Day

The snow is still coming down extremely hard
Snowmen are springing up almost in everyone's yard
Schools have decided to close giving the kids a snow day
My driveway will have to wait,the family insists it is time to play
The snowballs are being prepared for the fight that is about to ensue
The adults versus children, our strategy is rapid-fire , they won't know what to do
That tactic was a complete failure as arms tired so very fast
As to who eventually won the fight, do you have to ask
Next up toboggan races on a big hill out back
Once again disaster strikes we have lost so many races, I have lost track
Our day of family fun has finally come to an end 
Oh I almost forgot that driveway I have to shovel still awaits, my aching body I can't  pretend

SNOW-RYUS

the dog made angels
the cat gave me "that" look
                               ...the shovel waited



the power lines sag
sparrows draped in white capes
                                ...await the sunrise


old contrarians
frolicking in the fresh powder
                                 ...making snow devils


idle snowmen stare
the cat stalks my mittens
                           ....hot chocolate beckons


family upheaval
the toboggan continues on
                           ...laughter in the snow

Ice

lively winter noon
kids push toboggan downhill ~
merriment on ice


Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Word chosen: Ice
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 12/27/2022

School Was Never Cancelled

I remember plodding through the snow
From my grandma’s house to the bus stop,
Listening to the sounds of the tire chains
The school bus thumping along icy roads,
But school was never cancelled.

Bottoms of my trousers would be frozen
And snow would be clinging to my eyelashes,
Stamping my feet to warm my toes
While we waited in the unheated bus shed,
But school was never cancelled.

The fingers of my mittens would stick together
My toboggan barely covered my ears,
The soles of my shoes would be slippery
And treacherous, since I didn’t have galoshes,
But school was never cancelled.

Snow on the path would pile up to my knees
My breath glistened passing my runny nose,
Some pages of my books would get wrinkled
Especially if I dropped them along the way,
But school was never cancelled.

written December 25, 2021

Toboggan

TOBOGGAN
Freezing fingers, freezing toes,
Running eyes and bright red nose.
But he’s oblivious to the pain
As he clambers up again
Then hurtling down the hill he goes

15th December 2021
Winter Quintain Poetry Contest
Sponsor Francine Roberts

Days of My Youth

"Dreams are a form of time travel
without the jet lag"... Poet.


On Christmas Eve, I dreamt of the days of my youth;
back to when I'd toboggan down snow-covered hills.
And ski, although I wasn't skilled, to tell you the truth;
but that was how I used to get my Winter thrills.

The fun of caroling or building a snowman
was how we kept the Christmas spirit in our hearts.
And yet, today, I am just a foolish old man,
an aged actor, playing insignificant parts.

I woke to a heavy blanket of sticky snow
covering the city in a duvet of white.
And although I'm old, I'd very much like to go
frolicking through the snow on this nostalgic night.

Perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights;
I recall snowdrifts that were over ten feet tall.
And every house was strung with colored Christmas lights;
the magic in the air was felt by one and all.

On Christmas Eve, I dreamt of the days of my youth,
the fun of caroling or building a snowman.
I woke to a heavy blanket of sticky snow,
perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights.

Jacky the Blue Dreamer

Jack-y
Jack-y
Ohhhh Ms Jacky 
how you court your life’s only lover
Huff and puff and contort, the smoke of your
Newfound Newport 
(Long not short)
Lazily lacking worldly desires

If I had your sense of humour
Maybe I'd too sling new places
With every shot of tobacco, being
Flung into faraway lands, filled gilded glands   
That aren’t quite backed 
enough of a bite 
sfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfs…….pfhooooooooooooooo
Toboggan the whole noggin when its
Packed to the brim, the nicotine
Porcelain eyes for your vaporent dreams
Oh Ms. Jacky, you technicolor dreamer
Wielding blue eyed sheen, portentously protruding Ra’s gleam

So alas, it seems
You spark up another laugh or two
Smoke rising up my face, the habitual ritual
in its proper place
Mercurial Smile, behind eyes unknown
A hidden grace
Solitarily confined in a Surreptitious 
Space, far out man
My menial mind is amazed at how your’s a haze
You aren’t here anymore
But
Who really is

We are all Ms. Jacky deep within

Winter Escapes

In our home town of winter wonderland  
we tightened love, snow and sunshine ray 
we built a snowman with twigs at hand  
  
and booted up eagerly ready to upstand   
up and down we jumped happy and gay 
in our home town of winter wonderland 

cheeks got rosy skin got sunny tanned 
as we build tunnels, we got lost at play 
it was Montreal our Patriotic Homeland 

when the winter carnival days did land
aside joyful and happy February days  
in our home town of winter wonderland 

every child and dog came out to band 
with sleek toboggan rides we seized the day  
no , you didn't have to take us by the hand 

when it came to fun we took a stand  
learning to love the winter blues away 
in our home town of winter wonderland 
we built a snowman with twigs at hand  
  
July 10, 2020

Oh, Winter

Oh, Winter it is time for you to put away your white coat,
and to roll up your tattered blanket once so beautiful;
time for me to put away my cozy comforter;
and my red toboggan still dwelling lonely on the porch.
The fireplace is cold and neglected now,
and the gingerbread cookies have been eaten except one;
my ice skates are of no use with no ice on which to skate,
and the Christmas poinsettia once lovely is looking real droopy.
I am ready Winter-  to pack away all my winter clothes;
and have removed the winter wreath from my front door! 
____________________________________
May 14, 2019


Poetry/Verse/Oh, Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1144-124-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Objectifying A Season
sponsor, Sheri Fresonke Harper

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