Snow death poems and poems about death for Snow. Read and share these heartfelt Snow death poems with loved ones, friends and family members. Also, try our sister website's powerful search engine for non-death related poems or Snow Poems.
Poem Details | by
Susan Ashley |
Categories:
angel, april, bereavement, heaven, love, mother daughter, snow,
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on star-dust wings for spirit a Godsend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkled crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noon soft snowfall does ensue
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heartstrings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Susan Ashley
December 8, 2017
Poem Details | by
Tom Cunningham |
Categories:
grave, snow, storm, tree, winter,
geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell
white frost at daybreak
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog
an ice blizzard blows
weaving through the forest trees ~
white carpet of snow
moisture and cold air
forming ice on window glass ~
ice flower bouquet
water drips freezing
a tapering mass of ice ~
limpid stalactite
cross or wreath made from
aquifoliaceae ~
placed at the graveside
Written 17th October 2020.
Poem Details | by
Patricia Langston-Moran |
Categories:
death, warred, snow, red, snow,
The snow fell on bloody ground
turning the white to red, eating the silent
flakes till they disappeared into red dust.
The hand lay still...hopelessly bound
in death. Warm red snow was not meant
to melt and cover white life with lust.
No breath melted the blanket of white
dancing playfully on the mother's son
who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover.
He had wanted to stay...not feel the splice
of war...taking him beyond the red sun
atop the earth where the hawks hover.
Poem Details | by
Rick Parise |
Categories:
beautiful, death, life, snow, winter,
As Twilight's Calm Calls The Night
A Simple Song Resonates
In The Corners Of My Mind
And In A Moment
Gazing Alone
From The Frozen Silence
In Crystal Mirrors Of Infinite Grace
Winter's Blanket
Elated In Moonlight
Silently
Whispers Within
A Prayer For You
_____________________________
CONTEST
12 Of My Poem Titles
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
funeral, snow,
There once was a snowman named Paul
Quite sadly he had a great fall
When he landed on his head
They thought for sure he was dead
Paul Bearers they started to call
Rich the Ball Bearer
There once was a snow man named Rich
He wore no clothing not a stitch
His snow balls were big and round
yet they were not easily found
Can you help poor rich scratch his itch?
Note: No snow men or women were harmed in the writing of these poems.
Mind you it is possible that balls might have been scratched.
December 30th, 2017
For Eve Roper’s Upside Down World Contest
Poem Details | by
Lewis Raynes |
Categories:
beauty, death, earth, nature, paradise, snow,
Flowers of snow float from high,
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about
The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green,
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace,
And hidden by a clear dust of why
In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear,
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now,
All that’s been there before
This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills,
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be,
Perfecting itself with some snow.
Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
clothes, death, irony, snow,
When out walking it started to snow
I’d forgotten to take my chapeau
With nothing on my head
Got frozen, soon lay dead
Hypothermia killed me you know!
As I was out walking in the snow contest
Sponsored by Kevin shaw
Dark humour for the contest
2/16/18
Poem Details | by
M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
body, death, freedom, image, metaphor, snow, spiritual,
Watching a snow flake
Melting on my hand I see
Transformation like
That of human souls freed from
The hindrance of mortal flesh
Poem Details | by
Line Gauthier |
Categories:
death, fantasy, poems, poetry, poets, snow,
there is a corner
in another realm
where poets go to die
leaving their ashes
at the threshold
poets cross
as energy and light
they sit with pen in hand
in a parisien-style café
and recite their latest poem
for macarons and latte
they gather there and mingle
juggling rhymes and metaphors
they craft their poems lovingly
scatter them to the winds
so they may fall to us as snowflakes
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on November 25, 2020 for contest WHERE TO WE POETS GO? sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Poem Details | by
Sandra Adams |
Categories:
death, grave, snow, winter,
a wreath of emotions falling among the silence of winter's breath
white whispers float down~ your name lies hidden beneath~ january's wake
January 3, 2019
Ku Duet poetry contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Poem Details | by
Jeff W. Watson |
Categories:
beauty, death, december, grave, snow, winter,
Fallen flakes of pure white snow,
Laid to rest on sculpted stone.
Keeping their vigil; a silent duty,
A scene of strangely eerie beauty.
Bowing old trees heavy laden,
From the white touch of the Winter Maiden.
For she has made up a cold white bed,
Weaving a blanket to warm the dead.
If those passed on could rise and see,
They would truly rest in peace.
For they would know the quiet grace,
Which she has come to make this place.
Naught but names etched on stone,
Remembered, forgotten, unknown.
And Lady Winter weaves her lace,
And decorates with white on grey.
Poem Details | by
Rachel Kovacs |
Categories:
angel, child, childhood, death, hope, snow,
Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.
Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.
Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.
Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.
Poem Details | by
kathryn collins |
Categories:
daughter, death,
We encircled her
That February day.
Amid sustaining whir
She lay.
Had I known
The hollow was to come
I’d be there still
Hearing the hum.
Her feet were cold
I tried to warm them
She lay so still
Mine own sweet gem.
Her brain they said
Beyond all function.
The friar led the
Extreme unction.
Oh damn that day
With its bright big sun
We loved the snow.
Look what it’s done.
Poem Details | by
kathryn collins |
Categories:
death,
Snow on the Flowers
Take this statue; I want
Someone with you all the time.
Our Lady of Fatima is cold.
This place is cold.
Isn’t snow in spring
The way it’s supposed to be?
Weren’t you spring?
Eagerly on the brink
Never to be explained
Except here where Our Lady
Stands frozen in time with you
Waiting for the snow to melt.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
February 12 , 2004
We placed a statue of Our Lady of Fatima at my daughter's grave.
And of course a cat. We thought the cat made sense and so did
our Jeannie I'm sure.
Poem Details | by
Tom Hyam |
Categories:
allah, dedication, depression, natural disasters, nostalgia, recovery from..., science, slam, snow, sympathy,
Poverty grot and grime
Have existed throughout time
A place where intellect and truth cannot shine
All of this is embodied on Isle 49
Segregated due to types and shapes
Men acting like thoughtless apes
Not even allowed to eat the smallest of grapes
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The occasional safety rail
Offers no protection from the emotional hail
And the sound when Turbo starts to wail
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The convergence of two great areas
Starting the creation of diseases like Malarias
Reminding me of great operatic arias
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
Oh Iku why have you forsaken me
All I ever wanted was to make you see
That I had one ready.
Poem Details | by
Amelia Harmon |
Categories:
april, beauty, change, death, seasons, snow, spring,
Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.
Poem Details | by
TAMMY REAMS |
Categories:
beauty, death, heaven, i miss you, winter,
Heavy cold dew spreads like crystal glass at twilight
your halo glistens with flakes of winter white
imprints of Angel wings so feathery lite
calming winds whisper across your spirit light
The sun to rise and warm as you softly say good-by
to Heaven you soar across the winter sky
alone I stand tear drops frozen as I cry
new winter snow falls upon the ground again to sanctify.
Tammy Reams 11/11/2015 Placed 3rd
Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings 'Write Me A Winter Poem- Poetry Contest'
Poem Details | by
Vera Duggan |
Categories:
bereavement, death, girl, music, snow, teenage,
Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.
Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.
The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.
One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.
So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.
Poem Details | by
Glory Winzer |
Categories:
beauty, death, evil, jealousy,
Snow White and the apple so ruby red
Ruddy temptation, calling slyly
A trick that would steal your breath and beauty
A poisonous guise of veiled death
Ruddy temptation, calling slyly
Down you fall from a bit of fruit
A poisonous guise of veiled death
Offered by the Queen of Fate
Down you fall from a bit of fruit
A trick that would steal your breath and beauty
Offered by the Queen of Fate
Snow White and the apple so ruby red
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
Poem Details | by
Louis Nathaniel |
Categories:
dark, death, fear, ocean, snow, weather, winter,
Who said snow is beautiful?
It is like poison.
It slowly stings,
Like a carnivorous swarm of bees.
White pellets slice through air
Razor sharp;
A blizzard would be mild.
Pale oceans rise where grass once stood.
It piles up.
And piles up.
Until finally—
It stops.
And remains.
Like the laundry of a dead man;
Lifeless,
It lingers for far too long.
Poem Details | by
Trevor Barnett |
Categories:
death, pain, sad, winter,
Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is
Slow
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the
Snow
Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
Gold
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be
Cold
Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
Wry
The epiphany before my death
Is everything is impermanent
Why
Poem Details | by
Morgan Mise |
Categories:
dark, death, grief, holocaust, snow, sorrow, war, winter,
Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps
By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
bereavement, death, eulogy, funny, giggle, snow, tribute,
John Doe was a prince of a guy
Who forgot to zip up his fly
So out in the snow
John started to grow
When a snow-blower passed him by . . .
Poem Details | by
Cameron Coolidge |
Categories:
blue, death, fire, snow, winter,
For whom does the death rattle whisper
on this windless, snowy night?
The old man sitting by the fire, listening
to his loving wife, wordlessly wishing;
yearning for more time within this life.
His blue eyes flicked in the fire's light
fixated on his joyous love
who's black hair blended along with night
and silver streak fallen over her eye,
never able to stay above.
As the rattle grew into a shutter,
the smoke plumed upward to the sky.
The fire crackled, and popped, and sputtered.
Watering, his blue eyes said goodbye.
Poem Details | by
Sima Mittal |
Categories:
age, death, feelings, life, love,
Through all seasons, hail or snow
In a life full of rust and rainbow
Our soulful lamps dimly glow
Thy heart's loving rivers flow
Streaming upon my bosom slow
Together our boat we gently row
Unto knocks death, hard and low
Whereon I break from thou, my Romeo
And bid a cherished farewell bow
For ends my role in life's earnest show!