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Winter Inspirational Poems | Inspirational Poems About Winter

These Winter Inspirational poems are examples of Inspirational poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Winter Inspirational poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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"The First Day of Winter"

Walking down old familier streets

Paths....

On such a beautiful day

The first day of winter

Clear and serene

Gentle....

With a cool subtle breeze

After the rains, they have all gone away

White floating clouds, scattered amid the sky

Blue....

With its sunshine, piercing through the trees

Radiant; enchanting; like crowns of light

Down Echo Avenue I stroll, once again of course

Kimala, life, more....

Near the corner of Elizabeth

I suddenly stop and I turn

Looking back toward Pacifica

Reaching....

Trying to touch, what once was mine

The whistle of a train, begins to sound in the distance

And in that moment; this moment, for an instant

I feel the rush of love, flowing upon my heart!

I turn back around

And I look ahead....

And it hits me, it hits me

How wonderful; how amazing

Life, and all of its moments, its seasons, and its years

Because of others; because of "God"

How indiscribable.... 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....This Gift!


Details | Rhyme |

The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Details | Rhyme |

Shivering Squirrel (winter of '73) for James Marshall Goff

What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told

But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down

I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe

My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver

I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be

He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee

It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back

If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free



I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
              and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup.php


Details | Free verse |

First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – 
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets, 
As they whispers what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren 
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed 
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries
 
Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; 
They chuckle, laugh and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to fresh blue sky, 
This all appeared in the first winter snow
 
This, I am sure and still are


Details | Sonnet |

You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
 Of fine and purest white
 It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
 For heat and for the light

 My love for you grows stronger still,
 Despite the surrounding cold
 My heart is yours, bartered gone
 For yours has it been sold

 Its petals shine from morning dew
 Its stem grows stiff and strong
 It stands strong through the freezing cold
 It stands the winter long

 I long for you, for your soft touch
 I miss the way you smile
 The longer that we stay apart
 The longer every mile

 The flower stretches through the snow
 It reaches toward the sun
 And now without you the color is gone
 The flower's petals, dun

 But as we talk, and as we learn
 The flower comes back to life
 The snow now melts and goes away
 As you take away my strife

 Spring is here and growth abounds
 As you and I are one
 We are together, we are in love
 The snow for now is done

 I see the future, in dreams I have
 Of our life, long and true
 I see the times where all I need
 Are comforting words from you

 I see the times when winter comes
 As winter tends to do
 But we still love, and we still live
 And I do still love you

 And so we live, with children ours
 And a life of much to see
 With love we live, to live we love
 Happy together are we

 I see the flower, older now,
 But still strong with fresh new leaves
 I see it growing, tall and strong
 Reaching to the eaves

 We are now old, as years have passed
 But old together are we
 And strong our love still today
 As strong as it can be


Details | Light Poetry |

Rise, Die, Shine

Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die 
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and 
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time 
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.


Details | Free verse |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


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A Local Park i Walked

A local park i walked
Just the other day
Surrounded by nature
In the snow kids played

I felt a feeling of joy
In this incredible grounds
This park of beauty
In a modern concrete surround

Nature in standing
In her winter stage
All the beautiful plants
Withstanding her rage

She mellows with time
As the spring appears
The winter snows melt
Is it her sorrowful tears

The buds appear
Enriched with her sun
Her vistas of bloom
Have just begun

But around the corner
Another season awaits
The golden browns of autumn
Await their fate

In the local park i walked
Just the other day
Thinking of the marvels she brings
To us, every single day




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-7.php


Details | I do not know? |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Sonnet |

Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


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