Winter Children Poems | Examples
These Winter Children poems are examples of Children poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Children Winter poems written by international poets.
You can never be ready, she said
I wasn't what you expected.
Listen,
No one told me "postpartum depression"
Until I saw you in the kitchen
With my baby sister at your feet,
White hot tears,
A savage grief,
Out of nowhere.
I was told to go play with my dolls.
Listen,
I thought it was my fault,
So I hid in my dark closet.
Listen,
When you couldn't care for us
I watched for you each day
With blue-brown eyes, mix of two loves,
Seeing your ghost,
The shadow of your blue coat,
In the window,
In the swirling, aching, endless snow
At the edge of winter.
Listen.
I am forever my mother's child.
Parody of Up On The Housetop
Out in the garden flowers grow
but, its winter and there's snow.
Inside the oven cookies bake
all for the little ones to take!
Chomp chomp chomp this is good!
Chomp chomp chomp this is good!
Out in the garden flowers grow,
but, its winter and there's snow.
Snow Angels, Snowpeople, and Evergreen Trees
When winter comes, children know how to have fun.
Laughing and catching snowflakes with their tongues
Or lying flat on their backs with arms flapping up and down
While swinging their legs in and out in unison,
Then carefully standing up to step out of the area
To marvel upon the angel shapes they’ve created.
Or roll sticky snow into balls piled upon each
To form snowpeople with stickily arms and no feet,
And coal chunk eyes and smiling lips, and buttoned-up chests
And old scarves wrapped around their necks,
With carrots for their noses and old, worn-out hats on their heads;
That almost made them look real, so the children nodded and said.
And evergreen trees they love to decorate to the hilt,
With pretty ornaments, hanging icicles, and tinsel strings,
And swirls and twirls of twinkling lights wrapped around the tree
And a star of wonder, shining innocently, adorning the top,
With presents underneath wrapped in colourful tissue paper.
The first one to sleep is the first one to rise, come Christmas morning.
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Summer rain held back in dark clouds and chaotic skies,
Piercing the atmosphere with fire unveiling inevitability. Truth soaring beneath the vast array expanding over the universe, and just as songs begin, another night now ends, finally it’s morning.
Mourning the summer pardons the winter when fields grow white with plains stained by nature’s blood. Summer rain now a symbol of hope delayed and the fiery Sun reveals our progress. Birds keep soaring under the expanse of Heaven over Earth and our dreams awaken us to new realities as we mourn the night, finally welcoming the morning.
Anyone who is anybody or has traveled at all in the Midwest
Knows about Crown Center, its beauty is the ultimate test
They deck it out with beauty in the winter, honoring Christmas
It is a December sight that children from four states often like the best.
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!
I love those snowflakes swirling around,
but lately winter has gone a little mad:
no snow in warm January;
every kid is feeling sad...
only the clearest day!
I love snowflakes swirling around,
but lately winter has gone a little mad;
no snow in warm January:
every kid is feeling sad...
only the clearest day!
Sun and snow dance in
merriment, yet rain declines -
much to children's joy.
02.03.2024
Under a sky full of starlight
the pack gathers led by alpha male,
moon casting a glow so pale,
chasing through forests at night.
Hearing their howls from far away,
startling children out at play,
with no fear of teeth or claw,
welcoming instead the hunting paw.
Autumn echoes slowly fade
As Winter footsteps are seen
Natures spirit tamely sleeps.
Brisk wind whined as the magic
Of the feathery snow spins,
Home warm walls keep day chill out.
Sun's outstretch scattered bright rays,
Blending orange-red streaks clouds
Poise over blue free heaven.
Kids dressed warm with wet mittens,
Looking proud of their snowman
With carrot nose and twig-arms.
1/6/2024
A snowy day,
hurray !
The sky is blue
the dream came true.
Even though I'm only five
I manages to do a snowman alive.
A snowy day,
as sugar sprinkles, hooray!
Roll and roll the snowball grow,
gets bigger and heavy, it goes real slow.
A large, a medium and an even smaller ball
not a problem at all.
A snowy day,
my friendly neighbor helped me, hooray!
Everyone knows ...
he must have a carrot nose.
A snowy day,
hurray !
Dear Arthur,
I haven't met you yet,
But I know you'll be here soon,
And I can't wait to see your face,
And hold you in my arms.
I know you'll fall into our lives,
Like long-awaited rain in Spring,
Melting the last of winter snow,
Along with our fragile hearts
Soon you'll wake to a strange world
That you won't understand,
But I hope I can help you see
The beauty of it all,
And give you everything you need
For now I like to think of you
As a warm and tiny seed,
Safely nestled in the earth,
Waiting for its moment
To break the surface
And when you rise to meet the sun,
I know my love for you will bloom,
Like endless fields of April flowers,
Welcoming you to the world.
Winters Sun.
Crystal shapes on the windowpane, glistening in the morning sun. Fields all ploughed now show the signs of Jacks skates from the night, birds all flown just the winter animals left to roam.
Summer garbs now replaced thick woolly jumpers hats and scarves are now all the craze. Children moan at the long cold nights, while others enjoy cups of hot chocolate tea, ensconced in warm and happy homes, while outside the snow lightly falls.
St Nick his turn soon to come, readies his list and the reindeer team, till that day fingers and toes both young and old, feel the cold from doing chores in winters sun.
By
Patrick D
“When the birds leave the nest to fly in another sky,
the feathers they leave become memory” - Quote by Poet
I built a nest for them so together we could stay,
kept it warm in the winter nights of frost and cold,
no sweeping storm of strife could ever blow it away,
where I held them in my tender wings’ sheltered fold.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of care,
learned to build and face life in the chosen way,
the loving process with them I could affably share,
the passing parental joy lasted until they flew away.
The cherished bond turns into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the feathers they leave, I forget to cry.
In the residual time I weave the mental tapestry,
and to retain their fading faces in its motif I try.
A lone traveler at the edge of the twilight I sorely sigh,
with the descending desolateness in the nest I talk.
In the memory mirror the lost dreams I descry,
as toward the obscurity the last mile I walk.