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Sonnet Winter Poems | Sonnet Poems About Winter

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A Winter Rose - A Sonnet

I walk through the glistening virgin snow
That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death 
Where I find on a bush a frozen rose  
Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath 

How I long to touch those petals again 
Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss 
Opened in passion whispering my name 
As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss 

Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow 
And hold it closely to my aching heart
And free it from that ice so bitter cold 
That now my love keeps you and me apart

But if I were to pluck this winter rose 
Would all its petals fall upon the snow? 


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010

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A Joyless Job

At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.

My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.

"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.

Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.

November 18th, 2014

Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Java and Me

A sonnet I will write with you today
Inspired by the beauty that I see
Beyond this pane of glass where snowflakes play
Beyond this pane where raindrops used to be

The creek behind the house has turned to white
How silently she rests upon this morn
Her muddy depths completely out of sight
Beneath a face where ice begins to form

The trees once leafy raise their barren limbs
Where now those scarlet feathers can be seen 
A Cardinal in flight upon a whim
Upon a winter morning so serene

Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
And stare in wonder...at this world... amazed


A  blue jay breaks the silence with his trill
That sends those scarlet feathers to the air
Across the creek they fly to yonder hill
Where combines of the windmills creak...beware

The sun begins to rise up from the east
Exposing all the diamonds in the snow
Abreast the oak and maple leaves deceased
The frosty face of winter all aglow

With gratifying java on my lips
With a  big coffee cup held in  my hand 
I tap my table top with fingertips
While humming Crosby's Winter Wonder Land

Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
I stare in wonder ...at this world...amazed

Written:  Dec. 10Th, 2016

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016

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Message For An Old Cold Man

November was not all that bad. We had Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow. The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad, I felt so sad to see December go. But January so far we have seen cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold. Blue skies I need and white replaced by green and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold. But Winter still persists. Up and about, he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes! That old cold man has worn his welcome out. And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those? It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on. Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone! Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Winter Magic

How cold it was that one December day.
We’d put on boots and walked into the wood,
but in new-fallen snow, we lost our way.
As dusk began to creep, we understood
our peril, and our hearts were filled with dread!
Then something strange! Above a bank of snow
appeared a cardinal, bright cherry red!
As if the bird could tell us where to go,
we followed it, and to our great surprise,
we found a bench. Quite unbelievably,
on top of it we saw before our eyes
two mugs beside a red pot of hot tea.
Warmed by the drink, we kept hope in our sight.
The red bird led us home by fall of night!

Dec. 27, 2016

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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A new life

The treetops quivered as the cold wind howl’d,
the snowflakes forming a blanket of white.
The winter birds shivered, the branches bow’d,
nature’s force in the darkness of the night.
Fierce was the northern winter, pure white snow
covered the fields and the hills, and the lakes.
In the horizon the northern lights glow,
night turns into dawn and the morn awakes.
Nature’s wrath calms with new life emerging,
accepting in it’s nurture a newborn,
return‘d to the world, a new life searching,
for a place, a time, beauty to adorn.

It is a miracle of life immense,
to start a journey with pure innocence.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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The snowflakes gently fall on gardens dull and grey. White blanket spread today the gusty winds bring squall. With snowmen built so tall young children love to play! Cold winter chills are felt. Of summer days we dream beside a sprightly stream. The icy snow will melt then nature’s charms are dealt and jeweled flowers gleam. To everyone’s delight our world’s no longer white. Contest Hexsonetta Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 08~20~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn

Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  

Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature


My home for 36 years 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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SNOWPLAY Most love Christmas cozy, warm At home with family, socks and tree Embrace each other, cuddling arms Together enjoying, carefree For me it's cold and snow and you Snowflakes on my hair, in eyes Laugh and chase you 'til I do Trip and fall. Before I rise You jump, you pin me and you kiss The stars, the grey day far away I only see you, I don't miss The warmth indoors, happily stay With glee outside on Christmas day For hours and hours, sweet winter's play. *** December 26, 2016 N/A in contest: Winter Magic Sponsor: Mystic Rose

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

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Our Winter Turned into Summer

I wish I knew how cold summer would be, maybe I’d wear long leggings in the pool- I’d swim with my mittens casually, and most likely look like a chilly fool. Cuz’ winter turned into summer in June, kids went sledding in the lavender field- The snow melted and I looked like a prune, ice stuck on the oranges as I peeled. It happened so fast we never saw Spring, the poor squirrels never buried their nuts- Never heard the baby birds chirp and sing, never heard the quacking of the lil’ ducks. Our Winter turned into Summer…so strange- The seasons mother nature rearranged! A Funny Sonnet How Your Winter Turned Into Summer August 26, 2017

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

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I can feel it in my nose,
I can feel it in my fingers,
I can feel it in my toes,
My certain end currently lingers.
I've lost my will to fight,
Bitter cold despite my blanket.
Maybe because the covers white,
Not sure how much longer i can take it.
Lost and forgotten, 
No idea were I lay.
A rock in place of cotton, 
Snow in place of hay.
I look to the Flurry
Contemplating its power.
My mind fills with fury,
On my final hour.
When I try to move all I do is cry,
For when lost in winter your only option is die.

Copyright © Jacob Smith | Year Posted 2014

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When Winter Comes

When winter comes there's wind, rain, bitter cold
There's white everywhere from frost, ice, and snow
Bare tree limbs are tossed by strong winds that blowww
Close to the hearth tales of yore oft are told
'Twas not so in the spring when all is fresh_ new
When love is on the wing; trees' young leaves green
All is simple at those times of sixteen
So much so now that life is in review

Then summer came crops were ripe for harvest
Young limas were gathered by the bushel
The corn's tassels were now filled with full ears
Then ends that part of life a busy quest
Fall's panty filled now; plans made for bethel
Winter by the fire remembering years

First attempt at Italian Sonnet
Favored by Emily Dickinson

Contest:A Sonnet In The Wind
Sponsor:Poetess Darkly
Written: September 13-14, 2013

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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Autumn Breezes

As autumn breezes bluster, leaves descend
Parading nature's pageantry of hues
The ceremony is the season's cue
To summon Jack Frost and his chilly friends

Jack signals for the snow flakes to begin
While he ice skates on frozen crystal streams
The moon enhances nightly with moonbeams
Fall colors gone, now winter's white transcends

Wrapped in her blankets, Mother Nature sleeps
One autumn leaves the other downy snow
She's dormant in her springtime reverie
And all the while the snow is drifting deep
As winter rages on and blizzards blow
Those autumn breezes turned to Northerlies.

   an original poem by Daniel Turner
words to use: Flakes, Jack Frost, skating
                    snow, crystals, blizzard

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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A Stone in the Cold 4

The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking. 

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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North by Northwest

(Blank Verse Sonnet)

We traded fields of cotton bolls for snows
so deep they swallowed house and car alike,
so cold a breath transformed to crystal ice,
so strong the air became as still as death.
A fur-lined boot or glove spared flimsy guard
as fingers, toes and nose began to pulse
in pain and foster hope to somehow dodge
or ease the winter's all-consuming freeze.

Yet skin and pores recalled a choking sun
and days of sweat beneath its cutthroat burn
through cotton rows, its never-ending bite
of white-hot scorch and physical malaise.

      Northern peaks and speckled river trout
      defeated weather’s aim to drive us south.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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The Winter Storm

Pelting glass, coming down; how it thickens, on the ground. On the window pane; tap…tap; larger ice, now, it will rap. The misery of a sleeting storm; brings misery and forlorn. Two inches of ice, is not so nice; I dread what we will get tonight. On top of that, there’ll be more snow, I dread to go out there and blow. The snow piles high, upon the ice; one snow blower will not suffice. But, I’ll make do; with one machine; Still, there’ll be that icy sheen!

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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Cold Nights In Paris

There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth
and no demands are made, when time to go;

where lovers slip into the hiding night
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives so they forget their pain.

Their love's a little warmer, from the cold
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat
and warms the lives of both the young and old
who find their love with-in their body heat.

   Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
   without it cold is something they would fear.

© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Long, Gray Winter

November is a month of frost and cold,
reminding us that winter's grip benumbs.
With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold,
she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs.

The long bleak curve of winter days is here.
Each day we greet the sun's receding pyre.
When snow and blowing gale become severe,
we long to feel a hearth's warm, burning fire.

And though, each frosty night is dark and long,
our thoughts are staid on spring, both green and fair.
Endure this dormant season with the throng.
Await idyllic days both warm and rare.

Each winter, as a season, adds its flow.
In time, it runs full course, and this we know.

                                                 Long, Gray Winter

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

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Early Winter Farm Chores

Early Winter Farm Chores

Shall I muse at midnight on the morning sun
now hiding very far beyond the pale.
Dread farmyard chores needing to be done
as morn sun rises over hill and dale.

Warm in bed, staying would be a disgrace
when winter marches in far too soon.
Tarry late and hot glowing embers embrace
to rise late only in a lazy afternoon!

Or instead jump from this warm , soft bed
racing on out when red rooster crows.
Quickly getting pigs and chickens well fed
all long before the cold winter snows!

Up early before morning's sweet sunlight.
Another farming day, another long fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2015

Note-- Edited an older poem from back in the 80's.
Shortened into a sonnet..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Snowy Winter Nights

Snowy Winter Nights

When fall departs and winter's on its way,
our minds are set to face a colder clime;
the days get shorter, evenings quickly gray,
and winter storms will visit us in time.

Inside, from warm, embracing beds at night,
we watch the snow drift down past silvery moon.
Such tranquil scene outside glows in her light
where satin banks of snow and sky commune.

Protected, safe from winter's icy blow,
as gusty winds make snowflakes swirl and fall,
we'll drift to sleep lulled softly by moon glow
and swaying tree limb shadows on the wall.

How lovely are these winter late night scenes
that feed our sleep to make for peaceful dreams.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Write Me A Winter Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 11/19/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Persimmon Whiffler

(A Slant-rhyme Sonnet)
As autumn treads across our piebald patch,
she drops her frost to shelter, soft as wool, 
but brilliant blossoms curl in moonlight watch
and shrink beneath the snap of hoarfrost cool.

Then every critter lodged inside the farm
begins to hide a hoard of winter chow,
use nature’s fabric fluff to cradle warm
and stash in cache beneath the muted show.

Persimmon limbs are bowed with orange loot
which deer desire if hunger leaves them poor.
The frost has signaled time as under foot
true sweetness swells at autumn’s open door.

          I rush before the deer, with knife in hand
          to read the seed as weather forecast wand.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Sakura Blossom

The snow gently falls down from the blue sky,
And down, towards south migrating birds go.
Strongly and harshly does the North Wind blow,
Causing stones, twigs to willy-nilly fly.
As I sit here, I watch these scenes and sigh,
When I see the river no longer flows,
And to the ground, wilted flowers bow low,
This makes me ask, why we have winter; why?
	But I too know the answer: to give rest,
	To the birds and the animals and trees.
	To show that pure white things can be awesome.
	But when I touch snow, I feel hope at best:
	If I wait, be patient, then I may sieze,
	A glimpse of the first Sakura blossom.

Copyright © Franchesca Mia Tortoza | Year Posted 2016

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The scenes of beauty and serenity
of snow covered fields of peaceful pureness,
falling dusk transpiring tranquility
with the light of day merging with darkness.
Nature showed it’s calmness to uncover,
to create and inspire one more bolder,
to seek ambitiously to discover
nature’s wish, haven for its beholder.
Winter showed nature's beauty to bestow,
the grey-blue hue of dusk, fields of white gold,
the forests and the trees covered in snow,
a white harness to protect from the cold.
For a young heart winter meant purity
to have fathomed winter's sincerity.			

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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A Winter Idyll

A year has passed but not July's shiver,
  the bed is warm and in the air a chill,
yet it's not the cold that makes me quiver
  but the eros of our winter idyll.
She is up and rising at the cockcrow -
  her slumber over, her avail begun,
she comes to me parting her wet furrow...
  and I am inside the Gates of Eden!
That matrix of life and morning glories,
  that corona in its ring at gloaming
and brightest of all celestial bodies
  my eyes desiring and my lips roaming.
All else forsaking at dawn's early light
I lay smitten in the thrill of her sight.

                July 1998

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Winter Snow

The soft Winter snow covers the cold ground,
And grants the eyes a quiet wishful dream.
A footprint's crunch is the only sound.
All are enveloped with a fantasy scene.
Its frozen water forms Nature's dress.
An elegant design to softly float.
To reflect a soft light, to luminesce,
And cover the ground with its whitest coat.
Yes, Winter has come with its wind chilled air,
To cover the death of Autumn's leaves.
To bring reverence to life unaware,
Comfort Nature as she silently grieves.

The cathedral Winter asks life to cling.
To find its beauty pure, awaiting Spring

Contest ..Write me a Winter poem
Frederic Parker

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Blackberry Winter

Reluctant tranquility fills the air
Dismissing expectations with her smile
With frozen wishes melting everywhere
She paints the earth in her artistic style

Dreams, dripping slowly from shivering trees
Transparent presents, covering the ground
Leftover kisses now lost to the breeze
Green taking over where white was once found

But tranquility's brush runs out of paint
As her masterpiece starts fading away
Blackberry winter will cause her to faint
While leaving her empty, filled with dismay

Tranquility's brush was made to admire
She'll paint again when blooms kiss the brier

Note:In South & Midland North America, 
Blackberry Winter 
is referred to as a period of cold weather as low as -6 °C (20 °F) 
in late spring when the blackberries are in bloom. 
This is generally in the month of May and is known to 
last approximately up to 14 days.

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012

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Winter will come

Her laugh swings back and forth
Like a feather in a winter day.
A wind blow coming from north
Brings back cold from faraway,
Her smile blooms like a snowdrop,
Too soon for a snow storm.
The tiller will reap the first crop,
The last swan still unborn.
When will the roses wither?
A waterfall ends in the hill,
sparrows bathing hither,
A wheel spinning on the mill.
Her petals veiling the ground
Will silence spring’s sound.

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2015

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Northern promises

The wind of winter shan't forgive tonight 
It bellows at the icy windows bare  
The bower leans and twists in such a fright 
That not a creature shall take shelter there 

The rustling of spring has turned away 
Her love withdrawn from each forgotten glen 
They toil in their rows of brown and gray 
And whimper for her gentle touch again 

See now a gentle glow upon the frost  
Convince the evening star to light the day
The hope of every field shall not be lost 
There will be life where there was once decay 

A season is a virtue of the year 
All that was far away at once is near 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Winter sonnet

The trees stretch silver branches
In the late December sun ,
The robin perched there watches
As we offer him our crumbs.
The elegance of shapes laid bare
Forgives the winter cold.
And side cast sun rays clearly
Touch the embers of my soul.
Too soon the quarter moon will rise
To send the sun away.
So let us all wipe clean our eyes
To see what Winter says.
 For all the while the world rotates,
Regardless of our fate.

Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2013

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                      seasons is the relationship.
                                 changes a lot.
                      SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
                                  WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
                      SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
                                  AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
                      THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
                                  LIGHTING occurs when.,
                      i miss my LOVED ONE.
                                  RAIN occurs when.,
                      i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
                                 BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
                      that's the life,
                                 which i spend with my DEAR ONE.

Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014