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Social Winter Poems | Social Poems About Winter

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Details | Acrostic | |

A Winter Sport--double acrostic--

Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.

My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..

Details | Verse | |

Hail and Ice

It Hails
Beautifying Winter
My Nails
Ice in the Center

Oh no
Damn what nonsense
And Yes
Have the License

So Lead
With cars To 
roads of speed
And trees
What snowflake
and Breeze

Oh So cold
Ice in the winter
I'm so bold
Out in the Center

& Outdoors
Tremble like that
Icy Floors
With Classmate

There fall flakes
and I fetch them
Whatever takes
I may catch them

So come on everyone
Freeze your blood
To this wintry one
And Snowflake ton

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Train

My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.

Details | Blank verse | |

a winter tale

A Winter Tale 
I was going out driving to the shops and buy food, switched off indoors lamps, 
only the grey winter light came in, and the living room looked like the depth of 
a severe depression, the moment when you check your gun and sigh because it 
is not loaded and you will live a day longer.
I left the heater on low switched on a couple of side lights this gave the room 
a cosy feeling. The room luxuriating in its own slightly seedy look, used furniture, 
settee, chairs and a books shelve that is a picture of literary disorganisation.
It was raining outside I looked into my own room, had not drawn the curtains, 
the room looked inviting and thought why should it have the privileges of  
slow lifestyles while had to buy firewood and keep the room warm. 
I was standing there, a foundling looking into a rich man´s house Christmas Eve, 
with only a box of matches that, only paedophiles would buy. I need no newspaper, 
joined my room switched on the TV, together we enjoyed a comfy winter evening,
that had the romance of apple strudel and Grimm`s fairytales. 

Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came

 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

Killer Girls and Flesh Eating Zombies

My head feels like it has a lava lamp inside
The skull has a long crack going across the front

I think it’s time to rotate the winter Mucha
Slide up the spring beauty with her berries and birds

Tis the season for old fashioned double features
Killer girls and flesh eating zombies rule this year

Sucking the crystal geyser for all it is worth
The pole humping, lap dancing nemesis at play

Think I’ll drop some winter pounds and grow a new tan
Feed my birdies and then the melodies will come

Make my life sound thrilling with my ukulele
While I pour down those Beefeater gin and tonics

I’ll collect pie birds and light incense each day
While praying for a zoftig desperate housewife 

Change my religion back to innocent pagan
Shed all this Christian guilt like a well worn condom

I’ll hang Wiccan twig men in the lush green forest
And read about the Peloponnesian war years

Polish my ceramic frogs for the porch display
Then ship my old video tapes to my momma

Install some buckhorns on the hog for back relief
And turn fifty with a big four twenty bong hit

I’ll drop in just to ask question and make one think
Then listen to baseball while hammering fine nails

Grow some fat tomatoes in hanging flower pots
Number my candles with secret hieroglyphics

Yes, my head will crack open like a rotten egg
Then the healing will begin, and the world will turn

Details | Free verse | |

On A Road

It was a winter night so cold,

Fog and mist made it difficult to behold.

Hardly there was anyone to talk,

At a distance I saw a policeman on walk.


With a little swagger, Stomach full of beer,

He was blinded by his vigor I swear.

At a corner there lay a beggar,

Shivering and throbbing with piercing air,


Cop came near, who was

Demented by the churning beer.

For the sake of his ostentatious power,

He got hold of the beggar’s collar.


He gave him mighty blows,

From chin, chest, stomach to toe.

Suddenly from his starved body,

Blood began to flow.


His sniveling cry

Ventilated my pavid mind.

Help! Help! I cried,

But my eyes were dry.


Either it was very cold,

Or my desires were not that bold.

With a deep sigh and chest held tight,

His departed soul took a long flight.


I was still standing there,

Cursing beggar’s fate.

I gathered my courage,

But it was too late.


Next morning,

Local newspapers were flooded

With headings of various types;

“One more gave up to cold”

“Freezing cold, one more dead”

“What is government doing?”


But the last one

Shook me within,

What was I doing?

In that cold winter night.