No More Snow Poems!

this Snow!
the country is sick of it
let’s play one more time outside anyhow

oh death-
your snow sleeps life
oh death, your snow sleeps life

These are Northern Climatics
not haikus!
born from winter madness

March March March!
snow, snow, snow
– i will still grow tulips

let it snow!
i see lilies growing from you
your snow white skin is year round.

one last snow pome
not poem, but pome!
one last Never – snow, snow, snow


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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