A chubby little snowman, with a carrot nose, Upon a winter’s canvas, where the cold wind blows. His coal-black eyes, sparkling like stars so bright, In the quiet of the snowfall, under the moonlight. Round and jolly, a figure of winter’s play, In a scarf of red and green, he stands in merry array. Children…
In a world of white, where the snowflakes dance, Lived Cynthia, with a heart full of romance. Her laughter echoed, light and free, Among the pines, in winter’s glee. She twirled in snow, in joyful delight, Under the moon’s soft, silvery light. Each flake, a story, a whispering friend, In this snowy paradise, where time…
Five little snowmen standing in a row, Each with a hat and a big red bow. Out came the sun, shining bright and high, One little snowman waved goodbye. Four little snowmen, under azure skies, Giggling softly as a birdie flies. Along came a breeze, so swift and keen, Another snowman vanished, now unseen. Three…
Little Snowman Little snowman, small and bright, Stands in the yard, a snowy white. Coal for eyes, and a carrot nose, In winter’s chill, he proudly glows. Summary Little Snowman is a concise and cheerful short snowman poem, perfect for young children. It describes a small snowman, highlighting his key features with simple, vivid imagery….
Mr. Snowman’s Hat Mr. Snowman, plump and grand, Hat askew, a sight so grand! Wiggled it here, patted it there, Now it sits perfect, with such flair! Carrot nose, and a grin so wide, Proud in the yard, no need to hide. Coal buttons in a tidy line, Scarf snug and fine, oh so divine!…
Silent verses drift down from grey cloud scrolls, Ink frozen in time, each flake a word in the cold. Nature’s own poetry, a script that unfolds, A story in white, silently told. The earth, a blank page, awaits the soft prose, Of snowflakes that compose as down they pose. An anthology of chill, where no…
In the hush of twilight, snow begins to fall, Softly, gently, it heeds winter’s call. Each flake a whisper from the sky’s embrace, Adorning the world with ethereal grace. Through the silent streets, it weaves a tale, Of quiet moments beneath the moonlight pale. Trees stand in awe, robed in white, Under the stars, a…
Moonlit Sonata of Snow In the heart of a night, so silent and deep, A snowstorm whispers, not daring to weep. Each flake, a secret, in the cold air spun, A tapestry woven, second to none. Beneath the moon’s pale, watchful eye, The world turns white, without a sigh. Trees stand as sentinels, cloaked in…
The Guardian of Winter’s Joy In a field of white, a figure stands, Crafted by small, eager hands. A snowman, tall, with a carrot nose, Guardian of winter’s fleeting throes. Coal eyes twinkling in the sun’s embrace, A scarf wound tight, a buttoned face. Arms of twigs, outstretched and kind, In a world of snow,…
Whispers of Winter’s End In the quiet, a gentle stir, Beneath the snow, a whisper heard. Tiny snowdrops, pure and white, Peeking through with all their might. Shyly, they emerge from frost, Testament that winter’s lost. Emerald leaves, a verdant sheath, Cradling blooms from beneath. Each petal, a story untold, Of resilience, bold yet cold….
