the snowman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I noticed when I woke up today,

My snowman had melted away
First, it was his head that held his

hopes and dreams
Of possibly lasting longer than a

Winter’s Eve
Then it was his chest that held a

heart inside 
Too cold to be broken by someone

who denied
To share, or reciprocate the love he gave
By opening up to them about the

dreams he made
His arms had now fallen to the ground
Having never known what if felt to be around
Someone who held him tight kept him near
Told him all the things he wanted to hear
So now all that’s left is a little snow
Of where my snowman once did stand
As I stare out my window a little envious
Of the simple life he led

Submitted: December 02, 2020

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Your end was so surprisingly emotional. I loved that turn around, and how the whole poem was about this snowman that's sadly melted, and then it became about the person and their own feelings about life. It was done so well, and made the poem perfect.

Sat, July 31st, 2021 12:05am


Thank you :)

Fri, July 30th, 2021 5:26pm

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