February Poems | Examples of February Poetry

Please don't open the dam, Violently flood fresh water with salt. It's been about time this bridge will weather and collapse. Though my cupped hands ache for brine, You keep me longing for the glow with a bright smile on my face. I need to keep smiling, because the glow will never stop. It could never stop, and that can mean...

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There is in February fog an eventuality that must befall us all. As if the earth were vanishing, or one were going blind, the fog sets in, absorbing all that is familiar – trees, houses, roads, sky . . . And then the windows – like our eyes – glaze over gray, and what was once so clear, always there, we can no...

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February Gray The weather and my mood, dismal as KING 5’s Headline News reports of politics, war and a cold rain forecast for tomorrow, makes me take a break from TV or staring out the window at gray Seattle skies to take a walk down on the waterfront. Only 5PM, yet pier 62 dock lights are already...

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I feel the frost is coming, the wind now chills my bones. What once was warm a week ago, the cold now solemnly owns....

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Hearing chirping First bird speak in a while I go still Hoping to hear more All is silent...

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The awning of Ovis, a shade from the sun, Cast patterns of light, where her story begun. Not rain-streaked glass, but a warm, open space, Where her curly brown hair framed a captivating face. She moved through the tables, a sun-dappled dream, Her presence a current, a vibrant sunbeam. "A light, if you have one?" her soft voice inquired, Her eyes, like...

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If February had, at least, Another couple days, We wouldn’t look for spring In all the normal kinds of ways. If it feels cold, we’d simply shrug - It’s winter, after all - And when the stores sell chocolate eggs, We wouldn’t heed the call. I know it’s just two boxes On the calendar, but hey - When February starts to March, We know...

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A February Walk Nice cool weather Bright cloudy sky Peaceful quiet lake Resting seagulls, Swans and pigeons Shadows of trees Again changed and Cleared everything By a great walk ...

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2025.2.26 Dear A, today would have been your 90th birthday. Thank you for being my friend, neighbor, and be your carergiver. I remember all those songs, You sang in your language. You had such strong lungs and soprano voices. I also remember you said, "Where have you been all my life?" You repeated that quite few times. Each time, I just sang "You needed...

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Life's First Unspoken Law (A lone voice whispers) You do know deep love Even if it sometimes hurts From separation from family or friends who have crossed over And all things left may seem broken or unfinished It does not rust Like iron or steel abandoned in one of life's forbidden forests But forever will bloom and flow like a torrent...

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In icy peaks, your name is born, Hima, a whisper of winter's morn. Bindu, a droplet, pure and fine, Together merged, a beauty divine. Like snowflakes gently falling deep, Your heart remains, in slumber, keep. Bindu's tiny form, a universe holds, Reflecting dreams, like winter's tales unfold. In frozen landscapes, your soul takes flight, A gentle breeze stirs, on a winter's night. Himabindu, a name...

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As the pale apricot sunrises casting glowing illuminations ...

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steel skies blinding sun Georgia’s Winter praising arms of oaks bare hopeful for buds, for Spring will soon appear; daffodils will break the earth; proclamation all things are new, again, renewed; rain mixed with thunder and lightning; grace puddles ...

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As the apricot sun rises, In the hollow creek rise flows like fog Biting cold surrounds me Shivering happens from my toes up The warmth of the house's interior Invites me to come in Even though duty awaits the housewife A day of ordinary begins...

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Black History is Our history Black History is American history Black History is World history Black History is The history Black History IS History Although it is celebrated in February, Black history is not just a month, it is every day history. Black History is a reflection of the segregation and discrimination and the sacrifices...

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