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Twisting, swirling, floating down,
The purest white snowflakes cover the ground.
Children squeal throwing the snow up high,
Others are dodging snowballs that whistle by in the air.
The smell of pine fills the air,
As mom brings in the new fresh cut tree.
Apples and cinnamon fill the air
Quietly slinking up the stairs,
Alerting us that grandma’s pie is down.
Holiday specials play on every channel
Voices of characters singing songs for Santa.
Christmas lights of so many colors
Flash, twinkle, and glow
Adding color to the purest white snow.
A chilly wind whips thought the streets,
Picking up and raining down the snow,
Sticking to the kids unprotected hair
Soaking it with chilly water, as it melts.
Unlaughing, alone sipping hot coco,
Sick upstairs, watching from my window.
- by cantstopcrazy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/29/2010 |
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- Title: sick away from snow
- Artist: cantstopcrazy
- Description: i wrote this poem in December for my creative writing class. i really was sick on the first day we got snow.
- Date: 01/29/2010
- Tags: sick away from snow
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- Daily Night - 03/24/2010
- Very atmospheric and very good. It's a thought-provoking poem, for me. I suppose you're my favorite poet now. You and John Milton.
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