Poems About Snow Seeking Honest Critique
#snow
Avalanche
My life is a mass of wet snow
clinging precarious with all I know
high above what lies beneath
with a truth I do dare bequeath
Lessons learned and unlearnt
as candles burned and unburnt
share yet hide their light
only disclosing within the write
Just as white light contains all hues
such are these choices we choose
such pure voices within the choir
sing with verity with the lyre
For poetry is my native tongue
one I mastered when I was young
sculpting hard ice into rhyme
hoping it would...
clinging precarious with all I know
high above what lies beneath
with a truth I do dare bequeath
Lessons learned and unlearnt
as candles burned and unburnt
share yet hide their light
only disclosing within the write
Just as white light contains all hues
such are these choices we choose
such pure voices within the choir
sing with verity with the lyre
For poetry is my native tongue
one I mastered when I was young
sculpting hard ice into rhyme
hoping it would...
#snow
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Enveloped
I love to find myself tucked away
up here high upon a shelf
able to say all I long to say
alone with no one but myself
With mountains that surround
cathedrals of grey craggy stone
echoing a soft silent sound
so that I may now atone
For both sacrament and sin
start at very same place
where they can end and begin
to return then finally replace
Under a blanket of winter snow
wrapped safe here all about
I again seek all I that did know
before these wild winds of doubt
Feeling this power of...
up here high upon a shelf
able to say all I long to say
alone with no one but myself
With mountains that surround
cathedrals of grey craggy stone
echoing a soft silent sound
so that I may now atone
For both sacrament and sin
start at very same place
where they can end and begin
to return then finally replace
Under a blanket of winter snow
wrapped safe here all about
I again seek all I that did know
before these wild winds of doubt
Feeling this power of...
#silence
#nature
#snow
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Upon the Lift
I do love riding so high
thumbtacked to the very sky
surveying the slopes below
wondering which way to go
So many trails to choose
many ways to now lose
myself once again
in search of ink for my pen
Savoring the winter breeze
while I dangle my skis
try to untangle the strings
forget about all those brass rings
For when I get to finally ski
I find the truest me
sharing with the snow
all these secrets we both know
About the days yet to come
how they are greater than the sum
of all...
thumbtacked to the very sky
surveying the slopes below
wondering which way to go
So many trails to choose
many ways to now lose
myself once again
in search of ink for my pen
Savoring the winter breeze
while I dangle my skis
try to untangle the strings
forget about all those brass rings
For when I get to finally ski
I find the truest me
sharing with the snow
all these secrets we both know
About the days yet to come
how they are greater than the sum
of all...
#nature
#snow
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Snow Laden
A new layer of frosted white
is perfect parchment to write
the deep lines of this laden life
with its ample share of strife
Tracking tracks across the snow
feeling winter once again blow
its not so gentle reminder
how greed is but a bitter blinder
As we take more than we need
only to then over feed
a hunger forever unsatisfied
a lust never truly gratified
While White Elk and Lame Deer
each shed another tear
for all those who cannot cry
yet do not ever wonder why
As this pebbled rain now...
is perfect parchment to write
the deep lines of this laden life
with its ample share of strife
Tracking tracks across the snow
feeling winter once again blow
its not so gentle reminder
how greed is but a bitter blinder
As we take more than we need
only to then over feed
a hunger forever unsatisfied
a lust never truly gratified
While White Elk and Lame Deer
each shed another tear
for all those who cannot cry
yet do not ever wonder why
As this pebbled rain now...
#kindness
#snow
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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White Feather
Always as pure as new snow
you fly now with such flow
soaring highest in the sky
able to see beyond every why
High above the laden crowds
you communion with the clouds
share in their limitless view
seeing our world again anew
With a wisdom unending
a bold valiance unbending
I watch what you do
how your course remains true
For the passage of the years
weighs me down with tears
as I long to rise above
share in the peace of Dove
Share in the nobility of flight
in all the poetry I write ...
you fly now with such flow
soaring highest in the sky
able to see beyond every why
High above the laden crowds
you communion with the clouds
share in their limitless view
seeing our world again anew
With a wisdom unending
a bold valiance unbending
I watch what you do
how your course remains true
For the passage of the years
weighs me down with tears
as I long to rise above
share in the peace of Dove
Share in the nobility of flight
in all the poetry I write ...
#birds
#nature
#snow
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Flurried
The light flurries now fall
reminding us all
of the dominion of snow
as late January winds blow
An instant frozen in time
especially created for rhyme
where everything is suspended
everything now upended
Blown away is the grey haze
of my prosaic days
buried beneath this white
perfect parchment for my write
Even the high craggy cliff
no longer feels the riff
between here and there
between when and where
So I set out once again ...
reminding us all
of the dominion of snow
as late January winds blow
An instant frozen in time
especially created for rhyme
where everything is suspended
everything now upended
Blown away is the grey haze
of my prosaic days
buried beneath this white
perfect parchment for my write
Even the high craggy cliff
no longer feels the riff
between here and there
between when and where
So I set out once again ...
#forest
#nature
#snow
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Eagle Pass
The snow is deep in these hills
helping me now nestle in
allowing me to again begin
while Eagle does what he wills
High in his winged flight
he surveys all down below
this kingdom he does know
ruling everything within his sight
As for me, you might ask
why am I really here
when the answer is clear
given this poet’s sacred task
To capture all I feel
each and every day
pen these lines I must say
live this lived life with zeal
Shunning all greener grass
while I...
helping me now nestle in
allowing me to again begin
while Eagle does what he wills
High in his winged flight
he surveys all down below
this kingdom he does know
ruling everything within his sight
As for me, you might ask
why am I really here
when the answer is clear
given this poet’s sacred task
To capture all I feel
each and every day
pen these lines I must say
live this lived life with zeal
Shunning all greener grass
while I...
#winter
#nature
#snow
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Tracks in the Snow
I do wish everyone could know
these left tracks in the snow
who made them that way
the silent poetry they still say
Heading up the steep slope
in the path of unending hope
in between the spruce trees
following the channeled breeze
As I seek a greater elevation
for making my celebration
have a seat next to the sky
watch eternity then passing by
For these footsteps show the way
towards an ever sunrising day
a place to now claim for my own
higher than Eagle as ever flown
Where whether day or...
these left tracks in the snow
who made them that way
the silent poetry they still say
Heading up the steep slope
in the path of unending hope
in between the spruce trees
following the channeled breeze
As I seek a greater elevation
for making my celebration
have a seat next to the sky
watch eternity then passing by
For these footsteps show the way
towards an ever sunrising day
a place to now claim for my own
higher than Eagle as ever flown
Where whether day or...
#hope
#winter
#nature
#snow
#TruthOfLife
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Better To Stay Warm Than Freezing
You know, it's such
a good thing we
are both naked
in here instead
of being out
in the cold snow.
a good thing we
are both naked
in here instead
of being out
in the cold snow.
#home
#snow
#fiction
#dialogue
#sensual
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Snow-white
Free fall
Oh my goodness! I am falling!
Nothing to grab hold on
Petrified with fear
I close my eyes
Mother why did you let me go of?
Zero gravity
No more free falling
But lightweighted floating
I am dancing gracefully
Pirouetting like a ballerina
In my hectagon tutu
Far below
My brothers and sisters
Cover the ground with a
Glistening white blanket
Wait a moment!
I will come and join you!
Oh my goodness! I am falling!
Nothing to grab hold on
Petrified with fear
I close my eyes
Mother why did you let me go of?
Zero gravity
No more free falling
But lightweighted floating
I am dancing gracefully
Pirouetting like a ballerina
In my hectagon tutu
Far below
My brothers and sisters
Cover the ground with a
Glistening white blanket
Wait a moment!
I will come and join you!
#snow
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Les Secrets de L'Hiver
French for "The Secrets of Winter"
Winter keeps all that it does know
buried deep beneath a silent snow
little bits of an eternal truth
passed down long before its youth
Knowing how each downy flake
leaves a haunting in its wake
a ripple across a melting pond
a promise made from far beyond
Memories frozen fast in time
thaw within the warmth of rhyme
help ease the burden of these days
help please me despite all this haze
For every secret now revealed
is no longer a mystery concealed...
Winter keeps all that it does know
buried deep beneath a silent snow
little bits of an eternal truth
passed down long before its youth
Knowing how each downy flake
leaves a haunting in its wake
a ripple across a melting pond
a promise made from far beyond
Memories frozen fast in time
thaw within the warmth of rhyme
help ease the burden of these days
help please me despite all this haze
For every secret now revealed
is no longer a mystery concealed...
#winter
#nature
#snow
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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After We Got Out Of That Winter Storm
It's a good thing we
got out of the snow and back
in the house. We'll just
wait for our wet clothes to dry.
Why are you staring at me?
got out of the snow and back
in the house. We'll just
wait for our wet clothes to dry.
Why are you staring at me?
#snow
#fiction
#dialogue
#tanka
#sensual
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DU Poetry : Poems About Snow Seeking Honest Critique