Best Wintry Poems
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
Winter has cast its strangling hold inside and outside.
The joys I have known are gone.
Cold winds blow bleak and harsh.
The flowers in my garden have wilted and withered.
All things sweet have passed and flown away.
Flakes of snow, layer on layer, lie piled within,
And harden as rocks with worms of fear inching their way,
To eat away all the delicate buds of hope.
Spring, Oh! Spring grace me with your regal smile,
Brightening my sky with constellations of stars.
Crash down the walls that segregate, leaving me a fugitive,
And pour love's balm into my bruised soul.
Possess me as an unseen benevolent spirit,
Thawing the frozen interiors with your warm sunshine!
In dark wintry night,
Daphne's fragrance heals me of
Crickets' woeful song.
13th June, 2017
Alone I sit and watch the snow
Its sound disturbs my sleeping cat
A soft, low hum so powerful
It dampens any care or woe.
Though I love the spring flowerful
Winter’s white charms can exceed that
A picturesque countryside chat
A fire, cocoa, a grand view
Made magical when shared with you
Fine dusting of powder on trees
Whispered low, “A dance, if you please.”
I am Ginger, gliding about
You my debonair Fred, no doubt!
Our dance religion, we devout.
My dress, ice blue, swirls and glitters
To the delight of cute critters.
We fall, exhausted, on the floor
Sad our bodies can do no more.
I drift off, satisfying sleep
Blurry vignettes the dreams I know
When I climb slowly from the deep
Alone I sit and watch the snow.
January 17, 2020
gentle wintry breeze
sets in motion pirouettes
~ snowflakes synchronized
AP: 2nd place 2025
"Wintry Panorama"
snowflakes twinkle as diamond baubles of Winter lace
touching treetop tresses cascading landscape with grace
pearlescent panorama decorates houses as icicles crystallize
in vibrant view a Winter blanket carpets amid glorious sunrise.
dazzling frosty windowpanes reflect a chilly atmosphere
announcing Santa's on his way as Christmastime draws near
upon the snowy lawns lights illuminate pristine
O Holy Night as Angels gather round the manger scene.
silvery stars glow as sequined embroidered light
while the gold of crescent Moon indulges snowbirds in flight
to journey a wintry panorama and inhale the love
God has fashioned through Mother Nature falling from above.
as soft mounds of drifting snow caress mountain peaks
windchimes in the distance play while refrain gently speaks
a carriage ride through the park covered in purest white
accentuates the treasure of a Winter's cherished delight.
tiny droplets of snow kiss cold cheeks to blush
chilly temperatures tingle as toys of warmest plush
a joyous Season embraces as embers in a fireplace
crackle comfort as eyes enjoy rare beauty of white lace.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Winter Blanket Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Nov. 7, 2012.
the late wintry breeze
collects iced twigs and leaflets--
a babe swallow's crib
The first day of spring arrived one week ago
Leaving winter behind like a shadow
Mornings after were filled with sunlight
Dancing daffodils and budding trees in highlight
But winter won’t give up the fight so easy
Weatherman calls for rain, it’s now freezing
As the spring rains first begin to flow
Prayers go out that there will be no snow
Forgetful of the most harsh winter days
We didn’t pray to miss the icy glaze
This morning in awe I stepped out to find
Winter has left one last mark for the time
Like beautiful crystal it hangs off the trees
Coating like glass all that one sees
It sparkles like firelight reflecting sun’s rays
This most wondrous icy wintry glaze
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
December has come round at last,
Bringing with it a wintry blast
'tis the time folks gather together,
Round a yule log fire to hide the weather.
The sky all day is gun metal grey,
Storms, never far away,
Warm and cosy as I look out,
Staying in today, no doubt.
Thinking of family so far away,
Wishing they could come to stay.
Love never diminishes over the miles,
It lives in our hearts, it raises our smiles.
Try not to be alone at this time of year,
Wrap yourself up with folk of good cheer.
Laughter brings joy, if it is sincere,
On Christmas Day our Lord will be here.
© Dave Timperley December 1st 2014
his soul was wintry
til she brought a summer breeze
to warm his heart
It's not wintry bliss in January when lovely snow
turns into sheets of ice,
and tears run down everybody's burning eyes:
yell, " Winter, leave now! "
Unless you are a wild and playful kid,
and you like building a fat snowman
that looks very happy in the cool shade:
aren't winter days fun without any rain?
Falling snow on trees is truly breathtaking,
its the gelid wind that is not welcome by many,
that's why they go to warmer places hurrying:
it's their way of saying, " Winter, go away! "
Entered in Francine Roberts's contest,
" Winter Begone "
Written on 1/ 25/ 2013
I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.
Feb is the month of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, pristine,
Snowy, short, cold, dark, and lovely; She's now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No swimmers on the wintry beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.
February is a month of kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.
Hebert Logerie Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Cold air whistles acquainting
me with Arctic Blast, when
roundly forcing acquiescing
into half foursquare corner, activating
most recent spate of
ideal linkedin warm weather
ah...,my favorite sweet
spot for read ding
partially secluded from
gossip mongers addicting
fellow nosy residents,
who rarely brave elements
of style lush nature addressing
natural environment, sans leaving
comfort of their hermetically
sealed apartment adhering
to zero risk exposure
even during pitch
perfect weather adjusting
cessation to renouncing
"cabin fever" administering
most potent panacea
for heavenly solar fling
nay, most every tenant
here at Highland Manor
prefers vicariously admiring
terrestrial flora and
fauna, even when nature
bursts forth with adoring
"The Rite of Spring" adorning
the snapchat buzz zee
flight of the Bumble Bee
the still frozen, yet slowly aerating
rib rock solid state terra
firmae slowly alleviating
thick slabs of iced over terrain
indiscriminately allocating
patch of landscape
legion limitless almsgiving
then as instagram dusk
preempts afternoon alternating
cathartic, fantastic,
and iambic anesthetizing
magic, opportunistic, and therapeutic
reverie blitzed, viz banshee screaming
mother nature's wound
dead spirit expressing
agony dost vent wrath
heartfelt lament vacillates, manifests,
and explodes analogous
qua red bull who readily
didst get smitten angling
to expunge anguishing
cumulative racking torment
hell bent on annihilating
primate responsible species
akin to a silent spring announcing
slow but inexorable annulling
guardian (nee abuser) role usurped
by *****sapiens,
who need answer
for relentlessly antagonizing
writhing, lowing, and bristling
Planet Earth!
hot tub on the deck
cold breeze strikes steaming water~
In the mist, souls waltz
gloomy day rainbow
quiet brook below your steps~
weepy willow trees
maybe the next day
the breeze will blow in my back~
so charming and swell
thunder and lightning
the rain comes down with fierce fists~
roof being blasted
Written: February 01, 2023
3rd place contest winner
Your Decision Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Life lost in saline streams
Straining to see
Possibilities in reams and streams
Crane to love me
Although I desire nothing unproven
In the world I grapple to save
From madness and sadness woven
In webs only the brave
Dare to challenge
In the open where nerves
Bent on revenge
Achieve rubbish that serves
No useful purposes
In improving prospects
For souls that befriend porpoises
Upon finding at their detriment suspects
Aren’t always guilty
Despite evidence claiming the world gets better
Now that the mighty
Grow less bitter
Engaging concerns
Thrown to back pages
For too long in urns
Where they rot for ages
Hoping dreams come true
For creatures great and small
Whose wisdom and freedom glue
Souls who can play ball
In efforts to fraternize
Erstwhile enemies
And modernize to incentivize
The growth economies
Need to plant sesame seeds
To grow goodwill
Through daring deeds
Whose efficient effects spill
To the general populace
Who longs for shelter
As technologies race
Forth to implement the letter
That signifies happiness
Flying into every quarter
Where it jettisons sadness
Drowning it into wintry water.