Winter 4Th Grade Poems | Examples
These Winter 4Th Grade poems are examples of 4Th Grade poems about Winter. These are the best examples of 4Th Grade Winter poems written by international poets.
WINTER is...
Wearing woolly jumpers,
Inside days,
Nose-tip dripping,
Table games,
Early off to bed,
Reading books.
WINTER is...
Wiggling toes warming up
In my room as the heater blows.
Noses are nippy out in the cold.
Try on the boots: “Too small!” “Too old!”
Eating a pie with lots of sauce... and then...
Running off with a soccer ball.
No Damage Done
The storm approached suddenly
And the wind blew fiercely
But the tree fell slowly
It landed softly
Trying not to disturb the gentle plants and trees around it
The animals in the forest
Watched it fall
It would have been a cozy home
For me and my family
Said the squirrel
The perfect place for a nest
Said the robin
Its nuts would have given me food for winter
Said the chipmunk
It was a nice shady spot for napping
Said the bear
It landed softly, no damage done
Said the man
The animals of the forest agreed
The man will never know
The value of a tree
Winter brings cold
Demands respect
Its word is bold
Best to protect
Fall offers thrills
Tree colors change
Nights bring sharp chills
Gusts spin windvanes
Spring brings new birth
And sparks new dreams
Birds sing their worth
Bright sunshine beams
Summer brings heat
Strong storms and rain
Vacations beat
The schoolhouse strain
Life's beauty is hidden in strife,
For contrast alone gives meaning to life.
No darkness, no dawn,
No battle, no crown.
No winter, no spring,
No cage, no soaring wing.
No rain, no bloom,
No silence, no tune.
No fear, no courage,
No risk, no voyage.
No fire, no gold,
No spirit, no soul.
No doubt, no belief,
No sorrow, no relief.
No loss, no gain,
No clouds, no rain.
No longing, no art,
No end, no start.
No depth, no height,
No struggle, no flight.
No war, no warrior,
No front, no rear.
No life, no death,
No whisper, no breath.
No mud, no lotus,
No roots, no focus.
No pain, no poetry,
No heart, no melody.
Poetry isn't just about rhyme and flow,
It's the rawest truth the heart can show.
No pain, no poetry—not just a notion,
But the soul’s deepest, truest emotion.
Poetry is born from life's deepest wounds,
Yet it blooms like a flower in suffering’s ruins.
Swirling, twirling
Crisp and white,
It’s a snowflake
Kind of night…
Crystals shimmer
By moonlight,
Building castles
Till daylight…
As our teeth chatter
What we speak becomes all Greek ~
Winter at its peak
Over in the blackberry patch
June bugs are a-hummin'
Dad and children have been pickin'
Winter, It's a-comin'
Time to go home; jobs done
June bug is caught in flight
For the children to have some fun
Before supper tonight
String on June bug with child on end
Hold on tight; stay on legs,
Around and around fast they go
"My turn," the child begs
Quickly the children become tired
And the June bug is freed--
Shaken unharmed return's home'
To the berries with speed
Happy and laughing the children
All fall to the ground,
Told how they and the June bug
Went around and around
The thoughts of work and play have changed
Within memories time,
My mind goes around and 'round in
June bug and berry rhyme
-E. Pearl Anderson
Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile
Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs.
Lovely little winter bird
Sitting still, not a word
Pastel pink and baby blue
Stark white glittering off of you
You have brought delight to this winter day
I see you and want to yell “hooray!”
Your beauty gives me comfort when I think.
The spring will return so you can take a drink.
My sister has a long blue dress,
Mother made mine too,
And told us not to make a mess!
Keep our hands neatly folded,
Don't prance or scamper about,
Neither of us wanted to be scolded!
Then Santa and MS. Claus came.
On a sparkling winter boat.
It was too much for us! No joke!
First our knees began to jump,
Then our feet started to pump,
Both of us landed in a lump!
Tumbling, rolling down hill,
It was too late!
We couldn't stay still!
Over and over, we ran up the hill,
Dropped to our knees,
And tumbled down still!
Now our blue dresses are muddy and green,
I think our mother is going to scream!
Timber had heard about the old froggie frost king
In the middle of winter he heard his croak sing.
“Ribbit and Kribbit, Fribbit, Fruity Frau Fling
I can grand giant wishes, if your notions you bring.”
Timber pulled his injured arm out of the sling.
“Please, sir, can you fix my poor broken arm wing?”
Froggie frost king rose out of the water in full regal bling.
Frozen icicles in his eyes, they truly did sting.
“Hello, lad, your arm is now fixed,” decreed the frog king.
It was the best present of all. To Timber it meant everything.
The entire snow covered forest came alive and began to sing.
“He can ribbit, fribbit and kribbit. He is the Froggie Frost King!”
Queen Janae arrived in the summer in the back of a conch shell boat.
After the winter frost had thawed on every single Alaskan float.
Demon devilfish and wailing frogfish popped their heads out of the waves.
Wondering whether to greet her or run back to their underground caves.
The funniest insect ever was wearing dreadlocks and a tam of red
He jumped up from the bowels of the forest saying “Hi! I’m Ned!”
I was shocked because he was a crazy-looking beast for a parasite.
Talking to a human like me was insane, it truly is not quite right.
He jumped on my leg and climbed up to my left knee.
Are you a they, a she, a we, a them or a he?
I was surprised that he is more politically correct than most I know.
I kept him inside all winter, away from ice, and snow.
Did not realize he could clone himself and avidly too.
One day I looked in his cage and there were twenty-two.
I don’t need a mate to do this either, he said.
That is the day I decided to boot out the insect Ned.
Gnarly is cozy in his winter best today
His clothes were a gift from Mrs. Claus,
a uniform like Santa’s complete with red hat
His is knitted, even warmer than Santa’s maybe
He gets out his favorite Christmas book
Begins to read, loving the cozy plaid pillows.
Where did they come from?
Who did he need to thank?
He fell asleep in his soft hammock,
Guessing so many of his friends.
The possibilities were endless.
This is what happens when you are a Christmas gnome.
Everyone in Christmas town brings you something.
By the time he woke up, his entire hammock was decorated
With pine, red ribbons, ornaments and lovely pine cones.
My life is the best! The gnome said with joyful gratitude.
Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile
Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs.