February Poems | Examples of February Poetry

“Snow brings a special quality with it—the power to stop life as you know it dead in its tracks.” - Nancy Hatch Woodward Winter’s breath, slowly fades, parting On the mist, like heaven’s dust, blue Skies, buried by...Read the rest...

February is a love song composed on the mood of spring in the tempo of a Christmas waltz, modulating to estival embraces— recapitulating vernal feelings when autumn falls. February is a pulsing heartbeat, a twinkling...Read the rest...

I was born in a wild February winter snowstorm the snow was falling pure white and fluffy . . . so I am told and I came screaming into this cold frozen world and perhaps it...Read the rest...

January around the corner Once again I blink my eyes It has been replaced by February Will I still be here by March? Is this my last summer? I am not getting younger There is no fountain of youth My classmates are dying...Read the rest...

February 27th, 2018 literary tinkering rejiggered October 11th, 2024 I believed fortune cookie maxim cryptic message couched Apple Macbook Pro update process alternately titled “markedly a Luke warm welcome Matt unfurled courtesy Jimmy John, who embarked on imp apostle bull...Read the rest...

Hovering over a flashing sign At the portal to our oil town Chirped the fluttering sparrow To the tiny desert flower That had just offered Its first golden smile To the rising sun of spring: “Eh, ye! What are these guys upto Erecting...Read the rest...

A Rose For You A Single Rose Will Do May This Rose Represent The Way I Feel For You So Soft And So Gentle And Yet So Strong In Your Hand Is Where This Rose...Read the rest...

I always long for winter, Cold but not the rain. And enjoy the fluffy white, Covering the road and lane. the icy woods would sparkle, In the hazy light of sun. Greyish the skies shall be, After the storms have...Read the rest...

I still remember vividly, that Wednesday summer heat, you and me. Evenings intertwined by destiny's sweet design, but now it's all washed clean . Rain's washed over, every feeling that remained, you're just a faded memory...Read the rest...

Like yesterday, bitterness clings to my tongue That memory refuses to be undone. February 14th, a cherub's play, His arrow struck, leading me astray. A tiny angel, drapped in white Arrows of love, piercing the night. Revenge, my friend, I sought...Read the rest...

February wasn't all wind and snow, around the corner the dogwood tree has bloomed before the Crack willow! Hummingbirds start warbling again, to awaken the old oaks in Lindenwood and remind them they'll be all green! Looking outside, one feels...Read the rest...

Calm halts clouds swollen with snow, they will resent the continuous blow of the four winds of bitter February; an unleashed snowstorm is pure fury! An elated mood rises amid the air of glumness, April rain is far from the...Read the rest...

My cheeks are flushed pink, a rosy hue, but don’t compare them to flowers. Flowers die; cosmetic blush does not fade until you stop applying it to tear drenched cheeks, rebirthing the lilting of lips, the biting...Read the rest...

Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee consumed later at night than usual finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed amply lively to learn about an American radio and television personality and pioneer Wee Willy Weber, who prominently and popularly reigned...Read the rest...

February 27th Lower Peninsula of Michigan One week of true cold and snow is all This year Today is the warmest day ever recorded For this entire month An ancient age is passing Winter shorter To the flowing length of my shadow Stretched...Read the rest...