Best Snowstorm Poems

The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
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The railway rattled and roared and swung
With jolting and bumping trucks.
The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung
In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue
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The Eurydice—it concerned thee, O Lord:
Three hundred souls, O alas! on board,
Some asleep unawakened, all un-
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Because there was no other place
to flee to,
I came back to the scene of the disordered senses,
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Welcome, wild Northeaster!
Shame it is to see
Odes to every zephyr;
Ne'er a verse to thee.
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All night, all day, in dizzy, downward flight,
Fell the wild-whirling, vague, chaotic snow,
Till every landmark of the earth below,
Trees, moorlands, roads, and each familiar sight
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Outside the snowstorm spins, and hides
The world beneath a pall.
Snowed under are the paper-girl,
The papers and the stall.
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Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
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Snow is the frozen drop of water falling to ground,
It falls from the sky as small white flakes bound.
It is gift of nature that does well or harm,
It is used to remove pain in waist and arm.
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a snowstorm leaves
a passing
wintertime belief
the white and dark
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IN summer dusk the valley lies
With far-flung shadow veil;
A cloud-sea laps the precipice
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Down in the pine needles
in the snowstorm-stogged ravine
an Evenki idol stands
fixing his eyes on the taiga.
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shining
swirling
slowly
holding
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Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,
For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;
Happy, but yet the fortunate, the young
Loved, and much cared-for, entered on his strife,-
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When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel
And the wind is moist with breath of brine
And our laughter tells of our perfect weal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
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To his home, his once white, once lov'd cottage,
Late at night, a poor inebriate came;
To his wife, the waiting wife and daughter
Who for him had fann'd the midnight flame.
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Does the weather make me suffer more than anyone

Was a dark cloud assigned to hound me
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This is a lung disease. Silicate dust makes it.
The dust causing the growth of

This is the X-ray picture taken last April.
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The night is young yet; an enchanted night
In early summer: calm and darkly bright.

I love the Night, and every little breeze
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I wish I could climb the mountain once more
to do everything that I did before. Breath the air
that is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and not
make haste.Once more to the summit just to touch
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'It will come about
at that time that I will make
Jerusalem a heavy weight;
so everyone who burdens
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The snowstorm doing its very best,
To sneak through the window panes to our night of rest.
The almost musical cracklingof our fireplace.
Casting an amber-like glow on
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Snow storm Jonas had arrived last night
My yards are deeply buried by fallen snows
While flying snows continue to flood the sky.
I put on special knee high winter boots
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In the snowstorm, I'm walking, seeing nothing
I won't get lost, I know, as it's your trail I follow.
The white snowflakes fall over my head
I have no doubt, you're shading my head.
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You don't stop writing girl
You cannot stop, It is part of your nerves now.
Each vein looks for the proper word.
Each red blood corpuscle has become a syllable
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I strode to the Pier in Coney Island
on Christmas day. Eleven degrees
and with a gale off the vast Atlantic
the temperature zipped
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Here on a hot sticky
summer night

our newly naked bodies
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Nature hires her white winter coats
To still trees starkly dressed
Motion to the scene as wildlife notes.
Snowflakes settle on a Robins head blessed.
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I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a
slogan.
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BUT THE FIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL!

Frosty the Snowman
is outraged
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I've written poems in my past I did not like very much,
and I've written some others I thought had just the RIGHT touch …….
of intelligence and cleverness, with maybe humor or horror, and usually rhyme.
Now, tell me, Reader: "Have I done a great job, or what, THIS time? "
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So it's wintertime and all the snow
lies cold on the ground. The temperature
is below zero and yet it is not as cold
as the words we throw at one another.
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Yes, I know it's the cruelest month
But I can't help smiling for the robins,
And chickadees are singing in the rain
The winter has been up and down
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London fields
Are covered with snow
Today
Because they just had
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“Ain’t never seen any white Jews before, ”
said the Israelite Hebrew, a rabbi, when buying
his meat from an ultra-frum butcher, a store,
which with laws of the OU was kosher-complying.
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April is a prankster and a swindler,
a Pure mounting of march, a pass to may,
puRple worlds' a merry organ-grinder, a
magIcian, a passionate scapegrace,
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Tweet, Tweet that’s the sound of birds when I wake up,
Winter is over and spring is here,
I can just feel it because it is getting warm out there,
The sun is gleaming in my eye,
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To you it’s the cold of the night
The thought fox, sniffing, coming and going
Sets neat prints on the snow, starless, the clock
Ticks. For me it’s the tenth muse, jagged
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I strode to the Pier in Coney Island
on Christmas day. Eleven degrees
and with a gale off the vast Atlantic
the temperature zipped
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Analyzing the taunting jolts
within the very soul beneath my skin
drizzling in my vein, echoing
from a secret place
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My father died midwinter
they said I had to bring
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Faces bow In days unknowing
Gaze upon a virgin sheet
Smileys in a snowstorm glowing
Painting lips which never meet
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Take the world by storm,
By tempest or by flood,
Commence your reign and swiftly gain
On those left in the mud.
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It seems to have been winter all the time last year
I was frostbitten by a snowstorm
It was not the north that's cold
It was where there's resentment
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Let's not complain of chill, wind, and snow
Although the snowstorm blows terribly fast,
The effulgent light also sneaks through the bullet holes
In the walls and rooftops of our ruined homes
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Ok,
Loving beauty
never ends
Heaven help me
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And then there was Batmobile:
a dark blue Camaro,
the first of its breed,
with Batman, Batwoman,
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Adventure
Here's back a quest, now what awaits
Beyond these closed mysterious gates
What's the adventure, where shall I go
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As a child
Walked home in storm
Lost bus token
No tokens of love
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Died away the speeches.
candles faded flaring.
By a silver fairy tale
night is now revealed...
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Oh my winter, dear time,
blizzard waving,
Yes, with frost, and with the ice -
souls of snakes there.
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I love how I was created with the ability to imagine...alone or in a crowd...
I can imagine whales that fly, trees that talk, visiting castles in the clouds.

From anywhere I am at any moment…wherever I happen to be…
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fossil fuels power our homes
keeping lights on our rooms warm
who wants to sit in darkness
cold freezing in winter snowstorm
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fossil fuels power our homes
keeping lights on our rooms warm
who wants to sit in darkness
cold freezing in winter snowstorm
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Five kittens are resting in the open air.
It's now five thirty in the afternoon and the sun just sets.
Suddenly being startled by opening sounds of a garage door
Five cats run for their lives, looking for their hiding places.
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Life's existence penetrates reality with a stark
remembrance, having no photographs to see.

Stripping me of any semblance of being a human
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Light falling upon the band like colored rainbows of
snowflakes covering everything in shadows of snow as
it's piling in drifts all over the yard and street.
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Slow motion locomotive, swerving around corners and
looking out for obstacles on the tracks in front of
it.
Traveling through mountain scenery, white with snow
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Summer's winter filling me with a freezing heat, as
I lie here in a bed filled with sorrow's tears.

Not wanting to talk or think about things that are
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Delivering rhythms into intellect, choosing automatically
what to write without having a single thought gathered
around.
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Remain resolute when a crowd connives
To heap on you sorrow
Sticking into your back knives
Yesterday, today and tomorrow as breathing space you beg or borrow.
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Over...and over...and over...and over
Why do you keep doing this
why must you insist to interfere
why won't you disappear
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Gather ‘round kids, I’ll tell you a riddle
About a lazy grasshopper ‘n diligent ants
They worked hard while hopper fiddled
Like some fool-hardy bug in a trance
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Fengwenchu - Lin Sang - Harbour for the river
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How can I stop my tears from falling
And washing all the rivers away?
How can I stop the rain from falling down?
How can I stop the snowstorm?
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Kind words don't hurt anybody
Nasty words hurt the most
Save that jar of coins for a rainy day
Because you never know when you will be short of money
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Sheleg
Is coming down from the sky so hard
And I know that we are having a snowstorm today
And all the roads will be covered with the sheleg
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I am sorry because When I am talking with you I am missing allthe words
Please understand that I need to go back to sleep
Because it is very late already
And if I don't get my proper sleep
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What is the name of the game?
Perhaps the name of the game is life
A pure life that you and me live everyday in this crazy world
Called word
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She's gone back home
In that snowstorm today
And I am very afraid of her having an accident
Because she is a new driver
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Au revoir
Long winter
Au revoir
The time that gets dark earlier
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Winter arrived today
Today we got our first
Snowstorm of the year
Nobody was ready for it yet
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We stay in
Because of the snowstorm
Today
That is giving all the drivers poor driving conditions
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It was on a snowy afternoon
I went out for a drive
It looked like all the plant life
Never could survive
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A beautiful little church
Its steeple standing tall
Fluffy clouds of snowflakes
Drifting down and that's not all
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So your friend leaves for Edmonton
And now you are left alone in your condo
Homesick to the philippine islands
In Sta. Catalina
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Escaped soul
was pronounced dead, after
becoming rich. You start
peeling of the skin of neo-poverty.
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Now talking of the snowstorm
you wanted to go deep
in the woods and find out
where the small birds sleep.
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Although John Clare declared that he
saw spring in winter’s whitest spurts,
for many this is hard to see
when, freezing, all our body hurts,
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There are people in their rooms
Above my wilting head.
As my thoughts shed like tiny fireballs
From the horse’s ears in a lightning storm;
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Half the bottle is gone and I am even more empty
Than I was before,
With the school buses circling around,
The schoolyards mating just as they was before;
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Impartial, loving, wise, serene,
poetess you are my lady,
showing like the newborn moon
my dark side, in your shelter shady.
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The snowstorm’s best in white, the trees
look best in red each fall,
the flowers loveliest when bees
add to their color gall.
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Hedging our bets with ours ifs, ans and buts
provides us, we think, with protection,
but when Harry Kinnard to Germans said “Nuts! ”
he showed them he had an objection
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When the winter season rolls around,
And the town lay under a covering of snow,
With high drifts at every corner,
And the temperature approaching five below,
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The heavy snowstorm blocked the highway on Xmas night
Brian and Patti had to leave the car and seek shelter from snow
It dumped on them hard as they walked until they saw a light
A motel CHRISTMAS TREE welcomed them with a festive glow
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as you promise me
to write a poem
about winter
here in my warm country
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look at the window
something lingers on there
this sadness
so clear to me now
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April 7th, the delayed day
Of the Cubs opener at last.
The Milwaukee Brewers they play.
I predict the weather forecast
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Little Girl
Running down a hillside
Arms open, spread wide
Chasing clouds to bigger skies
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The London Philharmonic Orchestra
A Chapter of the Klu Klux Clan
A hologram of Michaelangelo's David
Toulouse Lautrec on stilts
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1. Revolving Bookcase

Literature’s pigeon-holes within this slatted case,
Are quite a novel resting place for books
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[to my father, in memorium, Robert R. Douglas]

[4 october 1924 - 7 april 2002] and to The Arkansas Gazette
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[to my father, in memorium, Robert R. 'Bob' Douglas, newspaperman]
[4 october 1924 - 7 april 2002]
and to The Arkansas Gazette {November 20,1819-October 18,1991)
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