Winter Love Poems | Examples
These Winter Love poems are examples of Love poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Love Winter poems written by international poets.
On some winter day
I’d be flying high
Through the pale of grey
To the bluer sky
Never liked the height
Flying frightens me
Bring be back the sight
Of the land and sea
Of the Chilterns plain
Stretching out below
From the window pane
Of the room I know
And the rain keeps wetting
Your shirts on the line
Isn’t it upsetting
How the day goes by..
When you closed your eyes a final time,
twin amber oceans slowly died.
Somewhere amidst the seamless mist,
a newly minted soul in pristine winged bliss.
A heavenly harmony rides an eternal tide,
I pray for a star-dusted stroll to the brighter side.
Until then, the plow horse plows a winter field
A blue seed of memory stirs just beneath an icy shield.
I knew you in the springtime,
when shoots were green
and blossoms a-bloom! Mornings
Rosy pink and Fresh! No tint of gloom.
Our summers hot, fiery--sultry!
Unlike the autumn, spotted, with
scent of the tomb – now winter,
nearer the final page – stupid youth
my preference not wise old sage!
I see you coming of age
with a mother's pride and joy
I see you with the love of your life
and I am grateful you know that love
The crimson tinge of love overides
the shadow of pain and loss of the last
two years like Spring following a dark Winter
I watch you plunge into the hope and promise
of a beautiful life and see the future
that you have planned with the currency
of a strong career. You are a young man
on the periphery of his future life
I am waiting for you to plunge ahead
and I will be cheering for you as you
become who you are destined to be
Goodbye my little August
Here comes your time to fly
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
September’s on the threshold
The summer paid its price
The autumn wind blows cold
Precedes the winter ice
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More leaves at your back door
But memories remain like new
We thought they would, before.
The wind bloweth.......
Bloweth the chaff......
From the grains
The chaff is deserted like the desert
Like the fox in the Maghreb dunes
Deserted like the fig tree in Autumn
That is shedding leaves for winter
They deserted one by one
As they paid their respects
To the departed lying in state
One by one they left as they came
He was left all alone deserted
Death has left its streak of sting
He is a casualty. He is deserted
(Written 11th July, 2015)
Wake me up when September ends
And autumn’s breath chills white wind
Closing denim door on Summer’s heat
With delightful crisp air of fall breeze
I had a summer I wish to forget
The pain of lost love and red regret
It was a fling that began with spring
I believe in love but love is a dream
So another holiday I’ll spend with me
Not something I hate until winter’s freeze
But that’s welcoming seasons of change
Divorcing summer and heat stroked brain
Putting a log in brick fireplace so warm
And dust off novels to read that charm
Not giving up on love that’s a thrill
But taking time to love me I feel
So this winter I want silver solitude
I’ll write as therapy find my teal truth
Listen to my mahogany favorite tunes
Dancing alone at home in my birthday suit
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
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This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
(Blackout of Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow by William Shakespeare)
Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
My dearest lover bought me a cover,
To help me sleep with warmth through winter.
Even when I sometimes felt somewhat bitter,
I hold this blanket, think of him, and feel better.
My dearest lover comes to me in any weather,
I wrap him in the blanket and hold him closer.
When he's held by me, he becomes warmer.
When I'm near him, my heart becomes fonder.
My dearest lover promises we'll stay together.
Every sweet promise makes our love deeper.
I only hope I can make us happier and happier.
I only expect he appreciates me as his lover.
My dearest lover makes me feel I too matter.
So I'll always make sure he is looked after.
He makes me feel so much gladder,
For he is as sweet and smooth as cake batter.
Currently it’s nothing better
Than this summer Sunday morning
I imagined your love letter
Sent you my reply - it’s coming
Passing time that never waits
Heading further to your part
Of the country, landing straight
To the mailbox of your heart
You may open my reply
Or leave it unread and lost
In the depth of this July
Soon erased by winter frost..
When Fragile Blossoms Fall,
Gentle winds stir the leaves and summer calls
Now, when morning dew settles on the lawn.
We meet again, when fragile blossoms fall,
From this; a promise of a future drawn.
On your return, hope in new seasons cast
When the blackbird’s song breaks the silent dawn
And the long winter of your absence passed,
From your loss, this new summer’s promise born.
If your stay be shorter than a winter’s day,
And the slow passing hours no comfort give,
Leave, let me in memory’s cavern’s stay
And forlorn hope in deep labyrinths live.
Stay; let old fading memory depart,
Let bright hope then in future seasons start.
Barry Stebbings
July 2026
I walk for years in wasteland of winter,
seeking the arms of warm sea to allure,
get a niche for the broken heart’s splinter.
My fervent yearning floats in seamless sky.
That’s where I discover my love obscure,
soaring on the wings of passion bird high.
I see silver moon span dark sky hollow,
at dawn the crimson sun rises to lure
the dew drops on my lone meadow to glow.
Sunburst sky tints your dulcet face with hue.
That’s when I feel the touch of love so pure,
mesmerized I know, but you have no clue.
Happy heart’s rhythm the feelings conceal,
in ensnared psyche emotions endure.
That’s when I know I’m in love for real.
A promise of foreverness
You shared with me our wedding day
From the throes of our Springtime bliss
That bore the offsprings of our love-
Through Summertime maturity,
Love, polished as a sparkling jewel
That grew most brilliant through the Fall-
Alike the brittle, weathered leaves.
Now, in the Winter of our lives,
We stay our balance, hand in hand,
And count the blessings we still share
As the promise of foreverness lives on.