Best Cold Weather Poems
Love the snow, love the ice,
But stay inside don't be enticed,
To rush out in the icy storm,
Rejecting all that's safe and warm,
To make snow angels, plunge through drifts,
Until at last you feel the grip,
Of icy fingers clutch your bones,
And you begin to long for home,
Where safe and snug beside the fire,
You watch the storm and Nature's ire,
Build and blow against the pane,
And watch the trees bend and strain,
Against the chilling icy gale,
And listen to her moan and wail,
Like a lost soul in the storm,
While inside you're safe and warm.
It's most unwise to tempt Fate's hand,
But sometimes that's the wont of Man.
Nature cares not for a fool,
Sometimes her lessons can be cruel.
jack frost gives me life
a saint bernard jumps and plays
good riddance, summer
The winter brings short, frigid days,
but we can find so much to praise
when sun’s bright and the redbird sings.
Short, frigid days, the winter brings.
December’s here with plans in tow
for Christmas feasts, tree lights that glow,
cantatas, carols, fireside cheer.
With plans in tow, December’s here.
On New Year’s Day, I celebrate.
Like others, I anticipate
great blessings. I rejoice and pray.
I celebrate on New Year’s Day.
A special time for valentines
comes next with chocolates and wines,
red roses, and romantic rhyme~~
for valentines, a special time.
With season’s end, March makes the scene.
We start to see some blooms and green.
Four times per year, two seasons blend.
March makes the scene with season’s end.
January 27, 2023
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some no shoes
that's bad news
on the ground
up and down
its cites and towns
when its cold
and the snow wind blows
its
HOMELESS COLD WEATHE
BLUES
your eyes rain
to see this pain
so many on buses and train
hard to shake this thing
whar cold weather brings
bad news
HOMELESS COLD
COLD WEATHER BLUES
as I stroll
my face is mole
feet frost
twinkle on my noses
hard to talk as I walk
its bad news
I got the
COLD WEATHER BLUES
as weather change
for some its pain
as the snow an rain
as its comes down
there's no help around
coats boots or shoes
can be
HOMLESS COLD WEATHER BLUES
This is strange weather
For the Spring season
The whole sky is coated
grey
A wind is blowing cold
Tiny snowflakes falling
As it coats the ground
The grass a gray green
As fast as it falls-it melts
Only to begin again
The deck with white snow
Spreading outward fast
People walking their dogs
Wearing winter coats
It has been like this
For a whole week
This weather is cold
It feels like winter
When it is suppose to
be Spring
I go to my sight
ride my bike
than I hike
am bold tho its cold
don't get know better
IT FUN
love to
RUN IN COLD WEATHER
It is very cold
The constant chill is getting old.
I do not like
This winter Reich.
Oh sweet Jesus,
Please unfreeze us.
he is in controll
he is the poll
to all that earh brings
COLD WEATHER
IS GODS THING
Temps dropping
freeze coming
dog shivers
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
Leaves of crimson fall,
Cold wind cuts through woolen coats,
Winter following.
When autumn leaves on tree branches disappear
And chilly winds spoil outdoor fun
The warmth of a fireplace beckons me to draw near
That’s winter to me.
When snowflakes blanket streets with a hush,
And snowplows, cars, shovels and rubber soles
Leave tracks and generate dirty slush
That’s winter to me.
When mercury drops bitter cold penetrates my bones
And I act to prevent colds, flu, and frozen water pipes,
My delight is in hot tea rather than ice cream cones
That’s winter to me.
When heavy coats, boots, gloves, scarves, hats,
Earmuffs, knits, mitts, sweaters, and wool gear
Make me feel like I’m hauling a bundle of baseball bats
That’s winter to me.
When smoke oozes from my nose and mouth
Crisp air makes lips chap, teeth rattle, fingertips numb,
Desire for warmer weather make me head south
That’s winter to me.
When days are short and nights too long
And Christmas celebrations have waxed and waned,
My prayers for spring to hurry up don’t seem wrong
That’s winter to me.