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.
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.
Like a budding rose
Shedding it’s petals
Our love will continue to grow
Like a seed sowed in the earth
It will continue to give birth
To new foundations and beginnings
Through the harshness of winter
Through the season’s rain
We will endure the elements
Until the spring blooms again
Flourished by the sweet kiss
Of nature’s bliss
Our love will mature
For like a rose that has drunk too much water
Or has never seen the sun’s glow
It shall wither away and die
Nourished by equal amounts of care and understanding
Our love will continue to grow
Day coloring
wheel
of precision
giving earth
new gown
each season
brushed over
by heart
capricious
set in motion
by words
of emotions
what's spring
with colors
and songs
to a heart
bereaving
a loss
or winter
iced silence
grey clouds
to a heart
with passion
on fire
love rises
like dawn
in the morning
with rosy
expectations
day coloring
then rain
unexpectedly
starts falling
and winds
from nowhere
start blowing
with thunder
of anger
and lightning
in arms
of delusion
heart plunging
on faith old stump
new budding
like seasons of year
life recycling
green fields
of emotions
new joy
for a fifth
new season
of love
Fifth Place Winner- Brian Strand-1459 New Poem Premiere-4/3/26
You are a flame licking me, aflame
with crimson fire of desire,
and crimson-crackly is the air tonight
alight and bright as the candle
that burns like our passion
but fades in the soot-stench of dawn...
embers grown cold, the incense of morning
making no sense, and left bleak inside
with a grey hollow mourning.
Ashes in the grate
grate on tenebrous threads of fate.
You are a thought brushing me, wisps
of winter snowflake-soft,
and white-blinding is the light
alight and bright as the candle
of love that slowly burned out...
fading like melting snow on the garden,
light sifting and churning,
the grey urn of morning
holding ashes of mourning.
It’s a wonderful day my sweetheart
Much more beautiful though it might be
If we weren’t so cruelly set apart
For the reason that I cannot see
The sun beats down making patches of snow
Turn black and the roads are dry
I put on my leather boots to go
And dark glasses to hide my eyes
The pussy willow's in bloom; this means
That winter is fading away
I look at your blue hyacinths
They are spreading their petals today.