Snow poems allow writers and readers to capture a snowy land’s beauty and unique atmosphere. When it snows, it transforms the world into a winter wonderland, turning everything into a white landscape.
Kids love to play in the snow, make snowmen, and have snowball fights. Snow enhances the beauty of sunsets and sunrises during the winter
It is nature’s way of bringing magic and wonder to the world. So, now the time has come to put on your warm slippers and a cozy blanket and enjoy some wonderful snow poems.
Imprisoned in ice
Winter’s eternal snowfall
In hallowed esteem
What is this? Mom, quickly, please tell me!
It’s fluffy, and falling from heaven!
Reminds me of insects or petals
but sparkles like little white crystals –
so bright and incredibly pretty.
I have to now, instantly, get it!
What is this thing? I simply must know!
“Dear, this is just snow.”
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
softly down on the hair of my beloved.
surrounded by the light of a thousand snowflakes,
dancing and spinning in the winter sun,
I forget the cold.
their beauty brings me warmth.
and I smile as a snowflake lands on my hand.
I stare at it.
we’re just two pieces of the universe.
but as it melts, I remember the cold.
White Snow On Mountains Falls
white snow beautified has settled on top of the mountains
white snow morning light crowns the top of the mountains
pure cream white white snow gleams in morning light
white snow gleams in morning light with teeth that bite
white snow pristine beautiful swift hands ears cold bites
white snow on blue cold mountains shines, reins glorious
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The Silence Of The Snow
By Ruth D. Velenski
The night sky is a dull grey white.
An opaque dust sheet floats so light
Upon the roofs and lamps and cars.
It settles so softly like falling stars.
It sneaks in crevices and onto window sills.
Piles up in soft layers over roads and hills,
Weighs down branches, envelopes bark,
Skips and flutters across the depth of dark.
With dawn a scene of raw meringue.
From bough and bridge and roof does hang.
Through night’s deep slumber – a silent world
Descended – a ghostly shroud unfurled.
In slow motion, life begins to show.
The traffic crawls in a funereal row.
Children squeal in soundless delight.
Pedestrians slide in voiceless fright.
A world transformed into monochrome,
An aerosol sky spraying its white foam,
Floating in breathless, boundless speed,
Submerging all with voracious greed.
By Sam D
Snow is falling to the ground,
Piling up in enormous mounds.
School is canceled for the day.
Children run outside to play.
Snowballs are thrown in the air.
No one has any care
About school – only fun,
Because the day is a snowy one.
Snowmen are stacked very high;
Their top hats almost skim the sky.
To make them round, they must pat,
Then finish off with mittens and hat.
As the weather gets cold,
The children are told
To come inside and eat –
Enjoy hot chocolate with a couple treats.
Once the kids are done,
They put on their gear for some more fun.
Some of them play around,
While other kids just lay on the ground.
Another kid makes snow angels
Until the dog named Bojangles
Runs through his masterpiece,
But then the owner yells cease.
Ruins all the snow angels,
Kids slide down the hill
‘Til they are bitten by a chill.
Almost over is the day.
The children start to walk away.
As snow falls, so does the sun.
Time to go in; the day is done.
I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch
in the thick snow that covers the ground.
I close my eyes, opening them
just in time to see
that we are headed into the bushes.
We put our hands out,
ready for the attacks
of loose branches,
striking hard like iron bars.
Little burrs jump on to us,
as if to get away from this cruelty.
The snow hits us and takes
our little hitchhikers into the shrubbery.
Not soon enough our ride is over –
our bellies ache,
and our wonderland has been destroyed.
We look back at the branches
that have been whacked to a pulp.
The trees sigh and wave goodbye
and give a not-so-sincere apology.
Luckily Mom will be waiting with the cure –
a tall cup of ginger tea.
The winter season kept all of us waiting for snow.
The temperature was right for it—well below zero.
The chill factor of the wind kept me warm indoors
in my comfortable home with all of its three floors.
As the temperature fell, we waited day after day
for the snow to fall, which we hoped was on its way.
We hoped the rain would come at any day
As we were ready to see the clouds roll away,
When we saw the winds had stopped blowing,
Then suddenly, we heard the raindrops pattering.
It raised our hopes to be able to see the falling snow.
Before, from this lonely wilderness we did go.
The whole week kept us on our toes guessing,
If it did snow it would be a fond blessing.
Actually, the snowfall was well overdue,
But when will it come one had just any clue…
Still, I do hope that before it is time to go away,
Heaven will not forget to know its natural way,
So that I will have my due share of the snowfall,
Ere, I go home and make claims funnily too tall.