"snowday" poems - Hello Poetry

The day had been set, And we were all ready-- The crunchy snow was waiting too— The frigid sky watched us overhead. Anticipation was building like steam in the pit of my stomach We leapt out of the truck And sunk right into the snow. After a few kids slid down The rollercoastering hill, I went down screaming, Blurred colors rushed into my eyes. My tube detached from my **** Snow went everywhere: In my face, down my back My cheeks were frozen in place. I arrived at the bottom, Quicker than I expected, And waited in the powder For a snowmobile boy The contraption roared and sped I dropped the tube, And held on for my life, Then dropped myself too. We tried again, With the tube around my middle, The tube a giant donut I was the creamy center. I made up to the top, Triumphantly soaked from my outside in, Cheers resounded and bounced In the valley and off the frozen lake.

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC

amanda-mayne

Snowday

The day had been set, And we were all ready-- The crunchy snow was waiting too— The frigid sky watched us overhead. Anticipation was building like steam in the pit of my stomach We leapt out of the truck And sunk right into the snow. After a few kids slid down The rollercoastering hill, I went down screaming, Blurred colors rushed into my eyes. My tube detached from my **** Snow went everywhere: In my face, down my back My cheeks were frozen in place. I arrived at the bottom, Quicker than I expected, And waited in the powder For a snowmobile boy The contraption roared and sped I dropped the tube, And held on for my life, Then dropped myself too. We tried again, With the tube around my middle, The tube a giant donut I was the creamy center. I made up to the top, Triumphantly soaked from my outside in, Cheers resounded and bounced In the valley and off the frozen lake.

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Turn the snowing into poems and color up a storm... daunting as it comes to you and placid when it's gone Wrap the edges of your thought encapsulate the cold Spin magic snowflake carpets with epics never told A road runs somewhere through this though eyes defy my sight I know, I know you have to go For now, just hold me tight... ❤️ A 14.3.17 #itgoeson

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Apr 2, 2017

Apr 2, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC

arshia

Snowday

Turn the snowing into poems and color up a storm... daunting as it comes to you and placid when it's gone Wrap the edges of your thought encapsulate the cold Spin magic snowflake carpets with epics never told A road runs somewhere through this though eyes defy my sight I know, I know you have to go For now, just hold me tight... ❤️ A 14.3.17 #itgoeson

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Snowday, too, on top of the Monday Fed Holiday. Nations are minds made up. Agreements, elders made with all they made believe. Let's pretend, after seven decades, we are children, let us spout off about absolutes and insoluble angst, natural, in unconstitutional retyings of the national spirit, we the people most exceptionalistly educated and --- Confuse, confuse muse and music? Magnification and magic, majesty and jest, me? My first thought on waking, or reaction acknowledging, science, if any thing is sharp, it was made to become so. Crystal vision, any reader in this medium has, an attainment, merit worn by knowing words hold thoughts and thoughts occur in superstringy gnosisnot.

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Feb 22, 2023

Feb 22, 2023 at 2:08 PM UTC

kenpepiton

The Beginning of the last next

Snowday, too, on top of the Monday Fed Holiday. Nations are minds made up. Agreements, elders made with all they made believe. Let's pretend, after seven decades, we are children, let us spout off about absolutes and insoluble angst, natural, in unconstitutional retyings of the national spirit, we the people most exceptionalistly educated and --- Confuse, confuse muse and music? Magnification and magic, majesty and jest, me? My first thought on waking, or reaction acknowledging, science, if any thing is sharp, it was made to become so. Crystal vision, any reader in this medium has, an attainment, merit worn by knowing words hold thoughts and thoughts occur in superstringy gnosisnot.

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