#snow poems on Hello Poetry

Matt 20h

The snow falls thick outside,
its quiet weight presses against the windows.
Let it snow, let it snow
but the cold feels heavier this year.

The fire crackles softly,
but it can’t quite chase the shadows away.
The tree stands tall,
but its lights seem dim,
flickering faintly like memories
too distant to reach.

Silent night
but the silence has a weight to it,
a hum that fills the room,
reminding you that stillness doesn’t mean peace.

The room is warm,
yet it feels like something is missing,
a hollow that the carol of the bells can’t fill.
We sit together,
but the distance between us stretches
like the snow gathering outside,
quiet and inevitable.

an interpretation of the popular Christmas song which incorporates references to other songs

#poet #poem #teenpoet #poetry #youngpoet #fire #christmas #song #snow #weather

Matt 20h

Snowflakes

The snow falls quietly,
a thousand small promises,
each one different,
but all landing in the same place.
They rest on our noses,
soft as the moments we’ve shared,
melting away before they can be held.

There is something in the air tonight—
not the cold,
but a warmth that hides beneath the chill,
like the space between breaths,
where words are not needed
but understood.

You are the stillness of the evening,
the way the world quiets itself,
not because it must,
but because it knows.
I watch the snow settle around us,
each flake a kiss on the skin,
a touch that stays only long enough
to remind us
how fragile and perfect this is.

The light from the windows spills out,
but it’s not the glow of Christmas
that warms the space.
It’s the quiet love we’ve carved here—
not in gifts or decorations,
but in the way we exist,
like snowflakes in the dark,
falling,
slowly drifting,
landing softly in the snow.

i like snowflakes

#poet #poetry #poem #teenpoet #youngpoet #snowflake #snowflakes #snow #cold

David P Carroll 5d

The Snow Blizzard ❄️

In the middle of
The night the snow
Blizzard arrives tonight

White descends
Everywhere and a
Silent hush
World transformed
soft blurred and

Snow is everywhere
And the footpaths
Vanish in the night

Snow falling
All through the night

And the wind whispers
A frozen song
Through the cold trees
And the world sleeps
until the thaw.

Snowing 🌨 ⛄️ ☃️

#snow

AUSTIN FIELDS Jun 17

snow on the beach’

i was right
and it hurts less now
truth was you were needed elsewhere,
and i can stand still
in your absence now

back when rose colored lenses could be found right where you left us.
i was mad, i was sad,
but i see you , and the simplest emotion is glad
and im so proud of you

what you need—
you needed you little g’
I know you’ll never be ever to face me

was thinking about an old fling who broke my heart after ghosting me, saw he wrote a book a year later yesterday and i was inspired <3 shoutout to him for sending on a new path in life

#perspective #ghosting #happy #bittersweet #snow

Yashkrit Ray Jun 8

What would a mirror say?

What would a mirror say if it could talk back?
You stare at me as if I only show your looks.
But I reflect the weight your eyes hold.
Cactus is spiky—yet thrives where most life can’t.
Snow is gorgeous, but warmth it lacks.

This poem explores the idea of self-reflection beyond physical appearance.
The mirror sees more than just the surface — it reflects the emotions and truths hidden in our eyes.

#poetry #metaphor #beautyincontrast #cactus #snow #innertruth #freeverse

Zywa May 31

[ A cold winter moon ]

A cold winter moon

high above the rolling snow --

My heart starts pounding.

Composition "Moon Viewing Music" (2018, Peter Garland), for three gongs, part 1 "Living alone in the woods / few visitors cast shadows / How clean the moon / gleaming in the sky" (haiku by Ryokan Taigu, 1758-1831), performed in the Organpark on four gongs by Pepe Garcia on February 8th, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #85

#moon #winter #snow

Maria May 25

She just wanted a little sunshine

And she just wanted a little sunshine
Among this obscence malodorous mud.
She just wanted to hide in sun rays
From this dirtiness, from this crud.

And she just wanted to be joyful.
She wanted to laugh but not in hysterics,
That rippling laughter would wink with a smile.
She wanted a gladness, and no mysteries.

She also wanted a lot of snow,
So white, so huge, with snow banks!
But you found nothing better than damage all!
Aren’t you people? There’s nothing sacred!

And she just wanted a little happiness.
You were so stingy, and she would have shared.
She didn’t have grunge for you, she didn’t have meanness…
At the beginning… Look, what you’ve achieved that!

Look, what you’ve turned the angel into.
She walks without the sun through the mud.
She’s lost, but she isn’t humiliated.
Why have you done all that to her, my God?!

All that she wanted was little sunshine,
A little warmth and simple happiness.
And you thought that it was ****** and silly.
You tore her soul to pieces! You’re merciless!

Torn to shreads, appalled and pained,
She still walks because she’s alive.
And you keep on spill all with mud,
Without seeing her, burn up and deprive.

This poem is filled with pain. It's an autobiographical story. I remembered it today because I need the strength that I had then, that pulled me through and helped me to move on...
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖

#mud #crud #sunshine #dirtiness #joyful #hysterics #gladness #snow #damage #happiness

polina May 5

phantom pain

On a cold November evening, she met herself
Her reflection was shivering; confident,
Her lips cold; her smile warm
On a cold November evening, she saw herself

Her eyes sparkled with humor in time with the gentle dance of the snow,
Each snowflake a waltz reflecting her mood
And she asked herself, how did you get here, me?
How did you escape your cage?

And she answered, oh darling, I never did.
The cage simply outgrew me, and the iron bars scraped my arms
I hurt myself no longer, but I still hurt
And yet it was all worth it, to see that look in your eyes

On a cold November evening, she walked away
Those iron bars so far from her hopeful face -
A cage so big she didn’t understand how she could ever leave
And yet the phantom pain on her arms was a promise
That this wasn’t forever.

#pain #confidence #growth #abuse #symbolic #snow #ghost #self #cold #cage

Tucker Dobson Apr 21

A Forgotten Voice

Mug heat radiates
I boil in my regret
The phone is right there

At Switchback Coffee
Colorado Springs, C-O
April the nineteenth

'Twas a snowy day
Got coffee with my sister
We had little time

#haiku #regret #coffee #colorado #snow

neth jones Apr 19

concocted

walking down the street
the winters day folded
              settled snow awaiting damage
waking  as the morning fumbles with city residents
                                    and caravans of cars bumble
               unused to the tumble and witty wade of it all

my view is unveiled and hearted
simple vision  in fellow with the other senses
but IT'S THEN ! and then (aftershock )    something was altered
something in perception  was marched astray and put to sacrifice
just a tick off from the uncanny flank of lucid
                         and i know something's not right
my readings rank as nudged
       someone wishes me 'off the case'
what did my senses experience
       that could've been entered into evidence ?
i stop in the street and stoop my bags into the drift
why was my report changed
       so skillfully between the source
                                            and my intake ?
just a single moment    a blur and a splice snip
what was i not meant to observe ?
was the rug pulled out from under it all
even if for only a spilt second ?
did i witness the goings on behind the scenes ?
the agents of governing wealthy illusion at work ?
adjusting the set ?  correcting an effect ?
wizarding our fantastic lives
the grand fabrication
...or perhaps  simply a feeling

#illusion #fabrication #reality #paranoid #perception #control #winter #snow