Winter Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Winter Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Free Verse Winter poems written by international poets.
Winter
Winter spreads a white cloak upon the ground,
His hands are cold, yet kindness may be found.
Snowflakes are unwritten letters from lovers,
That whisper in the wind, then rest under snowy covers.
In the coldest nights, only love’s warmth will survive,
Keeping the circle of seasons gently alive.
Beloved, when you come, spring of union and summer of passion bloom,
When you leave, autumn of memory and winter of longing loom.
Our love is four seasons that through you find their part,
A cycle eternal, forever turning within the heart.
Bothersome
The black kitten on my desks bookshelf
In my poetry meditation is small
Only as the poem
Undiscovered
And without
To push the book down
We will not
Only because you stranded me here
All the writing requests
Is simple socks
And travelling coffee's
Yet spectacles bets
Vetting my mystery netting
Tara took me to school
To find her bonnet
Tara Gendron and Kevin
Go to piano
Read Rupi
Rupi
Tic of knock
As sitting drop
In road tin say
Melting kettle lay
Hat and pat
Greatly treasure sap
Long in ago
Settle bets with go
Stepping Foot
The young limb
Clicks out of water
Grasping the dreary weather
Porcupine painful painting it's sun
The mirror of moon
Conquers the files sands
Landing in return of lust
Teaching the fawning shame
Wood plucking a feathers painting
The romance of wind and winter
Iceberg and seal
Feather behind harp
The foot eats the porcelain fingers
Building the painful yawn
Of concerts
The birds chirp invented from a voided life
Alone ousted without sound
Haunting of meaning
The flying fortress is found
To sound is sound and bound by ground
The harpsichord is hidden
In waters snap
You may think that caffeine is one of those things.
Taps on your shoulder, feels like goop.
But every once in a while you get tangled in seaweed.
Become a seaweed monster.
You might not know that the cameras could descend at any time.
Eat the garbage that got scattered around.
And the cameras will see you as if they are real people.
Letting go like a bite of candy that is unexpectedly crunchy.
I have tangled feelings in the doorknobs of my house.
And extended periods of the fans being on in the winter.
You may think that caffeine is one of those things.
That makes you eat dust like carpet fibers.
But you don’t eat dust anymore.
No coffee mug with stains on it exists.
Just collapses in my mind.
Like the seasons wreck me.
Then fall came around.
And a seaweed monster is unseasonable for now.
Whew…
There is no such thing as caffeine or bad things.
Shaking but it’s not caffeine.
It’s just winter, we don’t know how months became months.
I don’t drink coffee anymore.
I don’t think I ever knew how.
for a moment
I close my eyes
and wish you well
like a balloon
I let in the sky
that will never come down again
a bitter brain such as mine
contains no remorse
so I am sorry I have nothing
to give to you
and a running nose
I cant stop from running tho
and for a moment
I am back to black
and black and white
monotone
and envious
a bitter lung
no air
so I am empty
with not much to breathe for
besides the winter that
haunts the house
across the street from
where I grew up
my livers life
is shorter than my own
deadly
but I love
the admiration you give me when I smoke
hello
hello
can you hear me from the trees
from the trees
you call me
but I will never suffice
for a perfect lover
and I blame my bitter brain
Who's that goo
He knows these rules
Been part timed
An hesitant he won't forget
She's his worries
And hurt wisdom
Join with me
His excellence sees
Bring me frees
Poet trees
Some words spring
La la la
In his stead she wakes i bring
Cause everything
Cause winter won't rent for me
Climbing back words maths
Fast friends still say bye bye
Augustus
Pardon, Tia Jenna
Superior Novella pairing at the store lunch bench?
Bambi G rating Kev
Que Mas gratis audience of two
Mira's condolences on the loss of the new balcony
On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
October, bring me home to all the scents I so adore
clothe me in cinnamon dreams and help me collect
all the colors that I so lovingly wrapped
with burlap's gentle touch !
October, blush me with orange and tangerines
tint my lips with red and crimson sheen
and as the fall foliage falls away from me,
bring me a mug of pumpkin spice, Oh please
October, while your busy bagging gold
I am gathering dry leaves at my feet
Raking in hopes for a mild mild winter,
and marshmallows roasting by a lovely fireside.
After the first hard frost comes the gentle snow,
then later on if we are lucky, a beautiful warm spring in toe...
AUTUMN AFTERNOON
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spice cake on the table
aroma wafts through the air
coziness, tranquility
cup of hot cocoa
warms hands
sipping comforts soul
world slows
gone is hurried pace
time takes reprise
sun hangs low
rays cascade down
golden orb sighs
trees stand tall
leaves ablaze
hues of crimson, amber, and brown
air is crisp
hint of chill
warmth in our embrace
meander along winding path
footfalls crunch fallen leaves
autumn’s scent fills the breeze
world goes by
colors change under the sky
autumn charms
revel in this scene
cherish autumn’s fleeting days
winter is on its way
The murmurs in the wind named me a whore
According to those prayers i never wished for more
Than to be touched by the purest
And held like fine wine
All In the hands of a caliber
I held that knife like i held you darling
And when you told me all i am is ing boring
I threw the knife straight between your eyes
Hoping you wouldn't notice the hole in my mourning
And i told you death was better mercy
In the hands of a caliber
No one can hurt me
So i slashed off my hair
And killed all my friends
Hoping i'd never again find a caliber in my hands
Woah for this winter
Mourn for this winter
Up here in the mountains
No one can hurt you
Expect for the snake
That hides in the hole
With the same name
Same voice, and same clothes
And it hisses at you
To reconcile
All in the hands of a caliber
THIS IS ENOUGH
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Me and the dawn,
the waking sun,
the earth and all its glory,
the sun shining down on me.
Me and the twilight,
the rising moon,
the sky and all its glory,
the moon shining down on me.
Me and the autumn,
the falling leaves,
the field and all its glory,
the pumpkin and cranberry leaves dancing all around me.
Me and the winter,
an icy serenade,
the frozen earth in all its glory,
the purity of the heaven-given snow enveloping me.
Me and the spring,
a chatterbox of colors and green,
the thawing earth in all its glory,
the sweet promise the raindrops bring falling all around me.
Me and the summer,
a newly radiant sun so free and bright,
the blazing blue sky in all its glory,
the endless, languid days mesmerizing me.
Me and you,
a slow, persistent warmth illuminating hidden fields
our love, this flawed, bruised, and fragile thing
We are enough. Here. Now. Always.
Summer is turning into fall
leaves are changing colours
flowers begin a drying process
distributing seeds in crevices
hoping for a new growth
in the early spring
moisture had been sparse
so survival of seeds
depend on mother nature
the trees become heavy
laden with millions of seeds
waiting for a wind to blow
to distribute them far and wide
as the season slowly progresses
and winter is at the doorstep
the seedlings will have to wait
depending on spring rain
survival depends on the elements.
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
I spent a lot of time alone in bed like I am right now
Peeking through my windowsill
And watching little children on bikes with training wheels
But then I looked into my own room, and
Saw something I couldn’t bear
It was like a tornado
But quiet, not a sound
Destructive in its ways that teared me down,
Into pieces, into pieces
I saw something couldn’t bear
It was cold and harsh,
An icy winter air
It was destructive in its ways that tore me down
Over and over again
Left me in its wake to piece back the pieces all again
Selfishly i thought it was the end
But then, but then
The winter came back
But in the disguise of a summer waving goodbye
And it all started again
The loneliness was in the air
Collecting snowflakes in my hair
The season changes were too hard to bear
That I stopped combing my hair
And every little task that I used to find easy
Became a chore that I had to do because of necessity
The misty mask of winter ambience melts away,
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow.
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr
floral fragrance finds the aromatic course,
trails the beguiled butterflies flittering
in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony.
The serenading wind entices me with blissful tune,
argentine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the concerto of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the eclectic pace of endless ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind wafts
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of your spring’s timeless sonata, I love
when I listen to the wind.
My snowblower really blows.
Was it the rain, sleet or snow?
Did it not have enough choke?
Or was it the pullcord that froze?
The electric starter plays tricks on me.
Turns out it just had two screws to lose.
Putting it far from the free-will to spin.
Waited two days for the weather to thrill.
Work my way back to the heart of the problem.
Drumming through the drama I found the solution.