Top 100 Poems About: SNOW


In this page, poems on / about “snow” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Patch Of Old Snow

    There's a patch of old snow in a corner
    That I should have guessed
    Was a blow-away paper the rain
    Had brought to rest. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 2.
    Dust Of Snow

    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 3.
    Shoveling Snow With Buddha

    In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
    you would never see him doing such a thing,
    tossing the dry snow over a mountain
    of his bare, round shoulder, read more »

    Billy Collins
  • 4.
    Snow

    The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
    Spawning snow and pink roses against it
    Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
    World is suddener than we fancy it. read more »

    Louis Macneice
  • 5.
    The Snow Man

    One must have a mind of winter
    To regard the frost and the boughs
    Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; read more »

    Wallace Stevens
  • 6.
    Neither Snow

    When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
    the distinguishable flakes
    blowing sideways,
    looked like krill read more »

    Billy Collins
  • 7.
    Snow Day

    Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
    its white flag waving over everything,
    the landscape vanished,
    not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, read more »

    Billy Collins
  • 8.
    Snow

    Walking through a field with my little brother Seth

    I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
    For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels read more »

    David Berman
  • 9.
    The Snow Fairy

    I

    Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
    Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, read more »

    Claude McKay
  • 10.
    The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thing Among The Snow

    A little black thing in the snow,
    Crying 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
    'Where are thy father and mother? Say!'--
    'They are both gone up to the church to pray. read more »

    William Blake
  • 11.
    Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

    No matter what life you lead
    the virgin is a lovely number:
    cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
    arms and legs made of Limoges, read more »

    Anne Sexton
  • 12.
    Patterns In The Snow

    Overnight the flakes had descended,
    and left a carpet of pure white,
    A fox awakened from his sleep,
    patrolled the frosty night, read more »

    Ernestine Northover
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