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Junyi Mar 2020
Glittery, fluffy snow, a blanket on top of everything.
As glittery as million little diamonds falling down,
as fluffy as feathers.
The excitement on every face when sean,
bringing the thought of Christmas and presents,
Thinking about hot chocolate,
making the kids in us rise up.
The fresh, cold air flowing through my nostrils.
Jumping up and down,
running and playing to warm up,
Because of its cold and wetness.
A present only winter can give.
That is snow.
Zack Ripley Nov 2019
The whiskey burns my throat even in the cold November air
As I sit out on my porch in my evening wear.
I let my mind drift away,
Not unlike the swirling snow
To the night I received a mysterious letter many years ago.
At first, I was confused.
But my curiosity grew
When they asked to meet on the bridge at midnight for a secret rendezvous.
As I put on my boots, gloves, and cap, all I kept thinking was "please, don't be a trap."
When I arrived, the air was thick.
And with my adrenaline rising, it was getting hard to breathe.
I waited and waited, and then you showed up just as I was getting ready to leave.
I screamed into the wind
"I got your letter! What is it you need?"
Then, what happened next, I could never have believed.
There you were, surrounded by an ethereal glow.
You, my love, who stole my heart when you left before it was your time to go.
To this day, I don't know if what I saw was real, or just a dream.
But it gave me hope.
And more importantly, it gave me peace.
Em Glass Mar 2020
I am melting.
There is me and us and the air between us.
The falling is the best part.
Will I ever start again?
See me crystalline, and marvel
at all of us different but packed, whispering across space.
The best thing I ever did was grow
into the shape I am.
I slicked the roads.
I slicked the roads
but in the morning I refract the light.
I am for growing, then falling, then rising.
For children not knowing how I came to be.
For curiosity.
Zack Ripley Nov 2019
The wind whistles as it whips down the winding street
Trying to knock down people
wary of the ice and snow beneath their feet.
The sky watching over them is still.
But it's a trap. A storm is coming in for the ****
Zack Ripley Dec 2019
There I was, sound asleep in my bed.
Memories of my wife and I
Danced in my head.
All of a sudden,
I woke up to a chill in the air
And I couldn't help feel
Like someone was there.
As I laid back down,
I heard a knock at the door.
I looked at the clock
And it was half past four (a.m.)
"Who could that be?"
I put on my robe,
And as I crept down the hall,
I checked in on my daughter.
"Wow. She's not even five
And she's already so tall."
The stranger knocked again,
So I hurried my pace.
I was about to scream,
But then I saw his face.
It was snow.
I was so angry, I couldn't speak.
All I could do was glare.
Finally, I said "what do you think you're doing, standing there?"
"Hey! I just wanted to let you know
I was back in town."
He was wearing a smile
But when he saw I was mad,
He replaced it with a frown.
"What's wrong?
Aren't you happy to see me?"
I scoffed. "Happy? To see you?
You killed my wife!
Last year, she was driving home.
That night, you covered her windshield and she got into an accident because she couldn't see.
Snow was horrified.
He looked me in the eye,
Said "I'm so sorry,"
And as he walked away,
He started to cry.
Just then, my daughter snuck out.
"Snow! Don't go!" I heard her shout.
I couldn't believe it, but she hugged him. I knelt down beside her and asked "if you know who this man is, why are you happy to see him?"
She said "because even though it's sad she's not here, snow was the thing mommy looked forward to the most every year."
After a moment, I knew what I needed to do.
"Snow, I will never forget what you did or the pain you put me through.
But in honor of my wife and daughter,
I forgive you.
This was inspired by a prompt to write a poem about snow returning. And I wanted to highlight seasonal depression and forgiveness.
breeze Mar 2020
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It’s 3 AM and I woke up?
Amidst the walls I cast my gaze
And at this night each thing froze up
Except my heart that’s full of blaze.

And chilly air keeps knocking the window,
It’s windy. I shift my sight towards that flow.
My body shiver leaving warm pillow.
Wow, the lonely street that’s full of snow?

I think of you and of that dream ,
Is it my ice queen whom I saw?
And did you reach me with your beam?
And of your love am I in awe?

It all feels strange.
The snow in spring,
Me in your range,
What will it bring?
~
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
you move like rain,
you move like the storm.
Sometimes soft,
sometimes heavy.
You end my droughts,
leaving a rainbow,
to clear my doubts,
in sun or in snow.
Saige Mar 2020
snow
          f
             a
                l
                   l
                      s
    (silently)
Isabella Mar 2020
Singing sweetly in the snow.
Drifting down, humming soft and low.
Staying silent so they don't hear,
All your worry, all your fear.

Hugging quietly in the cold.
Breeze blowing soft, doing what it's told.
Making no sound so they don't hear,
Your thumping heartbeat, beating fear.

White surroundings, nothing clear.
Frozen fingers, frozen ears.
Frozen heartache, frozen tears.
Staying silent, so they don't hear.

Your last breath, still full of fear...
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