Long Poems About Snow
#snow
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
26th Feb 2024 00:44am
26th Feb 2024 00:44am
Twilight Trails in the Mountain's Hush
In the mountain's gentle cradle, where the quiet pines do play,
Under sun’s retiring light, the snowscape dons the cloak of day.
Skis carve silent paths with grace, in turns of silent might,
While nature’s hushed and whispered tones, slip into alpine night.
In the caress of solitude, where chill and vision fuse,
A waltz of shadows, light, and spark, the lonely path I choose.
Trails stretch out to touch my dreams, they reach with fading light,
As day's last rays tug soft at seams, and coax the coming night.
Soft is the swish of skis in eve, a...
Under sun’s retiring light, the snowscape dons the cloak of day.
Skis carve silent paths with grace, in turns of silent might,
While nature’s hushed and whispered tones, slip into alpine night.
In the caress of solitude, where chill and vision fuse,
A waltz of shadows, light, and spark, the lonely path I choose.
Trails stretch out to touch my dreams, they reach with fading light,
As day's last rays tug soft at seams, and coax the coming night.
Soft is the swish of skis in eve, a...
#snow
#SelfDiscovery
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jemac
Poem Published
10th Mar 2023 5:59pm
10th Mar 2023 5:59pm
encapsulated
where her journey began
a mystery
wind took her small frame
still full of color
and vibrancy
whimsical flight
soaring
her colors slowly
fading to a golden brown
wing of hope
lifted and swirled
she holds fast to her seed
she is life
having survived a warm
wistful summer
of extravagance
against so much blue
sun kissed
silky with green
let loose
spear in the coolness
of autumn
with no set direction
she flutters ...
a mystery
wind took her small frame
still full of color
and vibrancy
whimsical flight
soaring
her colors slowly
fading to a golden brown
wing of hope
lifted and swirled
she holds fast to her seed
she is life
having survived a warm
wistful summer
of extravagance
against so much blue
sun kissed
silky with green
let loose
spear in the coolness
of autumn
with no set direction
she flutters ...
#inspirational
#nature
#snow #LifeAsAWriter
#snow #LifeAsAWriter
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10 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th May 2021 4:21am
25th May 2021 4:21am
Grey Wool & Little Feather
Grey Wool & Little Feather
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
A girl back in the great north rode...
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
A girl back in the great north rode...
#childhood
#forest
#animals
#snow
#historical
364 reads
6 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
7th Nov 2020 4:48pm
7th Nov 2020 4:48pm
Naked Winter
The leaves of Autumn have fallen
Nature is caught up in winter's naked embrace
The winds don't sing a winter song
Instead they blow and moan
Crying the blues
While the shadows of trees
Lay down upon the season's first snow
Trees that reach their boney fingers towards the sky
A plea for mercy, in solemn prayer
The bitter wind cuts deep and nothing is as cruel
As a winter that exposes everything naked and bare
And lays a heavy burden on backs and shoulders
The sun's power has seemed to have drained away
A solitary brittle brown...
Nature is caught up in winter's naked embrace
The winds don't sing a winter song
Instead they blow and moan
Crying the blues
While the shadows of trees
Lay down upon the season's first snow
Trees that reach their boney fingers towards the sky
A plea for mercy, in solemn prayer
The bitter wind cuts deep and nothing is as cruel
As a winter that exposes everything naked and bare
And lays a heavy burden on backs and shoulders
The sun's power has seemed to have drained away
A solitary brittle brown...
#hope
#trees
#winter
#nature
#snow
517 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
The Fountain And The Border
Dedicated to Muslim women
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
#love
#water
#snow
#guitars
#hope
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CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 4:41am
23rd Feb 2020 4:41am
Looking for the Sun
This is a story of the fight for survival. The fight to find light.
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
#sadness
#snow
#despair
#nightmares
#dystopian
522 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
17th Aug 2019 5:10pm
17th Aug 2019 5:10pm
Political Economy For Times of Terror and Remorse
There'll be pie in the sky when we die. (That's a lie)"
who would'a'magined such delicacy
aloft (on high)?
Some say
some thoughts what ought not be said, though
"words will never harm me",
as one may bruise and bleed
as per sticks and stones, and
intercontinental ballistic missle'ry.
Our crossroads will be merry in the practice of...
who would'a'magined such delicacy
aloft (on high)?
Some say
some thoughts what ought not be said, though
"words will never harm me",
as one may bruise and bleed
as per sticks and stones, and
intercontinental ballistic missle'ry.
Our crossroads will be merry in the practice of...
#rain
#storm
#rainbow
#snow
#food
576 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 3:51am
23rd May 2019 3:51am
Arc of a Romance
Arc of a Romance
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
#romantic
#river
#mountains #snow
#mountains #snow
577 reads
8 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
20th May 2019 10:04am
20th May 2019 10:04am
The Trapper
Through the deepest snow, I somehow carry myself forward.
In a biting cold wind that blows me back.
No other sound to be heard.
I have to find an animal to put in my knapsack.
With boots of old, made from a fallen foe.
The bear that once roared so loudly; roars no more.
At ten foot tall, he shrank my heart,
But the spear struck and he crashed down to the floor.
A cloud of ice burst up from all around his empty life;
This sorry sight is no longer the dreaded claw.
The darkness surrounds me; the burning fire my only...
In a biting cold wind that blows me back.
No other sound to be heard.
I have to find an animal to put in my knapsack.
With boots of old, made from a fallen foe.
The bear that once roared so loudly; roars no more.
At ten foot tall, he shrank my heart,
But the spear struck and he crashed down to the floor.
A cloud of ice burst up from all around his empty life;
This sorry sight is no longer the dreaded claw.
The darkness surrounds me; the burning fire my only...
#death
#animals
#snow
#fate
#travel
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LivDiane
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 5:36am
16th Mar 2019 5:36am
The Tale of Two Beauties
With smoke in the air, wind in the trees,
I almost didn’t see the blood on the leaves.
Your pale body spread across a wood,
Not even knowing where your killer stood.
I started to think, he could still be near,
I stopped my breathing, thinking he might hear.
I couldn’t save you, for I didn’t know,
That you were going to die in the snow.
I continued to walk, my breathing slow,
I had to find the source, I had to know.
I dropped real close to the frozen ground,
Hoped he wouldn’t see me if he was...
I almost didn’t see the blood on the leaves.
Your pale body spread across a wood,
Not even knowing where your killer stood.
I started to think, he could still be near,
I stopped my breathing, thinking he might hear.
I couldn’t save you, for I didn’t know,
That you were going to die in the snow.
I continued to walk, my breathing slow,
I had to find the source, I had to know.
I dropped real close to the frozen ground,
Hoped he wouldn’t see me if he was...
#death
#mountains
#snow #tragedy
#snow #tragedy
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MukulNagpal
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 7:57pm
12th Mar 2019 7:57pm
Story to glory
Bored of life, thought I could take a chance
In search of changing things or just my stance
I took a decision, for no reason, with the least precision
Went on a trek,that I used to call a nuisance.
Exaggeration, Life threatening situation, no preparation
With no idea of what would happen
Met some strangers, who could pose some danger
but we ended up being each other's weapon
Filled with zeal, we started
With luggage on back and hope in heart, we departed
No matter the count, if you fall, you shall rise
was the only...
In search of changing things or just my stance
I took a decision, for no reason, with the least precision
Went on a trek,that I used to call a nuisance.
Exaggeration, Life threatening situation, no preparation
With no idea of what would happen
Met some strangers, who could pose some danger
but we ended up being each other's weapon
Filled with zeal, we started
With luggage on back and hope in heart, we departed
No matter the count, if you fall, you shall rise
was the only...
#strength
#snow
#MyInspiration
#learning
#travel
579 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Feb 2019 6:28am
4th Feb 2019 6:28am
flowers of milk
as i go over the sealskin of roads shiny as new ink,
is there honesty in shame, the burden on ourselves?
speeding steady through the first
snowfall of Summit-Waller,
stare at the source too bright and drive,
it doesn’t matter the temperature
it’s still there behind the eyelids
the ghosts of light on an elliptical track
and you its center recognize the signs of shock,
the sky is weaving lace ever so slowly
threading the dark, here you see
through it...
is there honesty in shame, the burden on ourselves?
speeding steady through the first
snowfall of Summit-Waller,
stare at the source too bright and drive,
it doesn’t matter the temperature
it’s still there behind the eyelids
the ghosts of light on an elliptical track
and you its center recognize the signs of shock,
the sky is weaving lace ever so slowly
threading the dark, here you see
through it...
#snow
#redemption
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