Poetry Challenge #27 -- Snowstorm

Fluffy

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Winter Solstice is in a couple of weeks. I thought I'd make the poem theme for this week and next week about snow! Use any poetry style of your choice and be as creative as you'd like to. This could be related to frost giants and penguins for all I care. I want to see some pretty winter poems. I offer a list of ideas to help get you going:

  • Snowflakes
  • Winter animals
  • Storms
  • The holidays
  • How much you love/hate snow
  • Ice
  • Winter sports
  • Frost



I encourage you to make the poem(s) look pretty with bbcodes. (; Also, look at Shadow Poetry for structure ideas. Don't hesitate to ask any questions!
 

Lovie

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Lifelessly seeing
Frozen limbs covered in
hard, cold ice

I roll anxiously,
down the mountain.
The sun is rising,
a parhelion catching the wild winter's mood.

The snow is enlightening...
Racing, going crazy
Mind blown,
body limp; numb

Shiny particles
swell up, completely
blurring my vision.

The mountain is steep,
the snow is hard
the padding is rough;
The wind is frosty.

Another one,
Parhelia,
crisscrossing the other.

Down the mountainside I race,
the cold stings flowing into my thick
coat of wool.
How I wish,
wish to sing into the wind

As I flow swiftly,
the orange and
wonderful colored layers
of winter's morning
shines in my eyes and across the
forever seeing atmosphere.
 

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The Returner

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Seeing them fall down
From behind the window
How warm it is inside.
It would be great to have fun
Outside, in the pure snow.

But wait,
Is that just my imagination?
Oh no! The snow is gone!
Being eaten up by frustration
That’s how it goes in the United Kingdom.

 

DrPepper

A blacksmith's work is never done.
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Fantasy/Magical


Winter Wind


Winter wind,
A chill upon my back
In the midst

Of
This flurry.

How you mock me
Winter wind,
Laughing at my
Faults
And flaws.

Because your snow
Is perfect,
Winter wind,
Doesn't
Make you better.

It makes you bitter,
A heart of ice,
A soul you lack,
Winter wind,
You squeeze.

The life of nature
Is in your palm,
As is mine...
Gone...
Win..ter...wind...



Snowflake Haiku

Glistening silver
Drifting from heaven to Earth,
Gaia's pure blanket.







Winter Sonnet


A chill fills winter's zephyr full of ice
As snowflakes fall cold on the face of earth.
Will your heart's warmth be meager, or suffice
When snow and ice try to steal winter mirth?
As harsh as winter is from time to time,
As frigged as the air can turn your heart,
Just listen to the bells of winter chime
And see the beauty of which you're a part.
The air may send a shiver down your spine,
The flame in your heart might be losing light,
Just come right next to me and I'll share mine
The blaze in my heart burns forever bright.
This season is for sharing love and gift,
So sit by me and feel the cold wind shift.











 

Desaecula

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MASK OF WINTERS PAST (-

bring me onward, dashing through
the wayward mansion of ice layered caverns
And unto the breast of winters past,
i reconcile my sorrows.

Who in bredth of chilly fog,
Did intere my soul to keep
and forever, evermore
on wings of alabastar snow...sleep.

Wilst i measure all my pleasures
by the heavy hand of heat?
or is the inticing pain and writhing
of jack frosts grasp the comfort I seek?

By the hearth, and fire crack'ling
I despise the Cold wind blowing
there outside the crystal passage
the whitest fields of frozen winter lay

On the fencepost, lined with diamonds
There are eyes that smile, blinded,
blinded by the glistering sun
The winter wind lasts for only so long.
 
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nomnomchomp

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cold
it covers the earth
with its love
it smothers the green
mistakenly
desperately
miserably
realizing its destruction
crying soft tears of white
shrouding the dead world
in a blanket of apologies
beautiful fluff
making up for the damage done
by the cold's deadly fingers
making the world another shade of lovely
a brilliant beauty
soon interrupted by sprouts of green
as spring shows its face
with an apology accepted


I'm not sure how much sense this makes as I only write poetry when I'm half asleep. Also, I can't get it to format the way I intended it. I guess it will have to do without my awkward spacings. :(
 
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Astaroth

[*screaming into the void intensifies*]
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I'm frozen
Spinning, wheeling, tossed in the wind
I fall down, down, down
Until you catch me on your tongue, eager and waiting,
And I melt away
As if I'd never even been

 
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DrPepper

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A tribute to Fluffy, one of the first people to make me feel accepted here. Whether it was through complimenting my poetry or RPing a pirate comrade, she helped open the doors of Iwaku for me, without that support, I probably wouldn't be here. I'll miss RPing with her.

Winter's Farewell


People come
and
People go.

Your warm words are no more
Though memories persist
In this season of
Gray.

You were a friend, the red among colorless.
You brought out my colors
In this season of
Gray.

Now you have gone and I understand,
I hope all will be healed
In this season of
Gray.

So now I wish you luck and more.
A tough farewell
In this season of
Gray.
 
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Celest

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It isn't that I hate it.
In fact, it's quite the contrary.
The feeling of freezing water numbing your fingers is just delightful.
The redness of one's nose from being in the cold is quite attractive.
Being smacked with a snowball is definitely enjoyable.
Let's not forget having one's feet fall out from under them, only to be greeted by a slick, hard surface.
Honestly, I don't know why anyone would hate snow.
 

AkikoYukito

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Blizzard

In the soft gray of winter hang swirling snowflakes;
A sheer veil of silver make the twirling snowflakes.


Quietly, softly, the voices of winter call;
Gentle are the murmurs of the purling snowflakes.


Frozen, the world is wrapped in the chill of winter;
Enveloped in the blanket of furling snowflakes.


Harshly the winds are whipping and howling;
Throwing about the dozens of whirling snowflakes.


Within the winter ballet Eva walks speechless;
Enthralled by the beauty of the hurling snowflakes.
 
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SlamifiedBuddafied

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Long nights of a slithering chill
like frost-born snakes in winters wake
oh how the soft meadows fall dreadfully ill.
Twas a glistening day in the snow up above,
a fine powder imbue
d with Father Winters love.
===
============
Send
me your frozen ash
tempere
d with a frozen winter blight,
a s
inking sun to fall early
oh th
e daylight leaves to fast.
==
==============
Abo
ve I hear scraping
mayb
e sliding at best?
Me
tallic blades,
they
twirl and circle
like light
ning they roar past.
Midnight love
rs of a now winters past.
====
=============
Linger now u
ntil spring comes to pass
what f
reezes now shall rot
in Mothe
r Natures warm grasp.
But a corpse am I.
Oh but a corpse am I.

Attempted to create the silhouette of a forearm to hand in the writing. Can't quite make it proper though...
 
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Arlathina

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cold
it covers the earth
with its love
it smothers the green
mistakenly
desperately
miserably
realizing its destruction
crying soft tears of white
shrouding the dead world
in a blanket of apologies
beautiful fluff
making up for the damage done
by the cold's deadly fingers
making the world another shade of lovely
a brilliant beauty
soon interrupted by sprouts of green
as spring shows its face
with an apology accepted


I'm not sure how much sense this makes as I only write poetry when I'm half asleep. Also, I can't get it to format the way I intended it. I guess it will have to do without my awkward spacings. :(
Semantically, it needs some work. However, I really liked the content of the poem itself. The way you worded it very gently was touching, and personifying the seasons was also a nice touch. You just need a little bit of elbow grease to polish this rough gem into a diamond!
 

noodle

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It whipped at her hair,
And tugged at her clothes,
It numbed her to the bone,
The winter storm set in.

Her eyes watered,
And her cheeks went red.
She stared into the wind,
And dug her feet into the ground.

It howled,
It threatened,
And it lamented,
But she did not give in.

She entered the warmth,
Fell into the embrace,
Of a blanket and a fire,
And let it scream outside.
 

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Flaking fractals of frozen white,
falling out of the sky,
onto my nose and into my hands,
and of course straight into my eye.

Oh God, how I hate snow,
as it piles up on top of my car,
and it spills into the ankles of my boots,
no matter how short my walk or how far.

And to compound the matter at hand on snow,
the dirty slush it makes, the great piles!
When winter is nearly halfway into spring,
you can see the lingering globs for miles.

Instead, I'd rather stay inside and curl up
right beside my stove and fire
rather than go out to wade into the drifts
and drag back into the kitchen a mire.
 

PoetLore

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Bits of fluff fall from the sky
And cover everything in a crisp clean blanket
From the comfort of my warm fire
I watch the flakes falling slowly
Admiring the pristine beauty of it
As it drifts aimlessly on the slight breeze
My mind runs to simpler times
When a bundled child raced out into the cold
To build whatever imagination dictated
Until Mother forced us to return to the warmth
Bribing us with hot cocoa and cookies
Such happy memories and joyous times
All renewed watching another snowstorm
Make a playground for other children