Winter Lyric Poems | Examples
These Winter Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Lyric Winter poems written by international poets.
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
The night Sky glimmer high above,
Radiating hope for the young lover,
Distance seems no problem
While the horizon is beyond their vision.
As each year slips by,
Togetherness becomes lonely thought;
Like a frost within the heart,
A thorn buried deep
The pain is real.
Love's bliss is tinged with painful thought,
It's tale, woven with pain and gain
Echoes through the valleys,
To the far distance.
Night shall pass while the year glides;
In a blink, it'll be fall of winter.
There'll be a pain,
And there'll be smile
Yet Love'll endure it all.
Spring — Passion
Kintsugi dawn—
white plum scents night air
tea rises in stillness.
Cranes cross pale sky;
child laughter drifts on moss.
A garden remembers.
Summer — Vocation
Tatami breathes—
cicada shells cling
reborn softly.
Koi flicker below
ripples fade in quiet hands.
Evening thunder calls—
incense drifts
forms bow.
Autumn — Mission
Fox lanterns kindle
shoji float through silver mist—
ancestral spirits stir.
Stray dog nestles
by the gate;
even strays seek warmth.
Tea vapor
recalls morning.
Winter — Profession
Snow settles
on stone lanterns
pine needles in palm.
Cold brushes fingertips.
Crane arcs slowly—
silhouette lingers on old walls.
Work kneaded
with laughter;
fire clothes darkness.
Completion — All Seasons as One
Sakura scatter—
petals dance
mirror tea vapor.
Breath holds the garden.
Circle closes
opens anew.
Tea cools,
reflects sky—
time folds gently.
The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising in the noon glare,
Heat tasting of salt and sand. And still this Crape crowns
Itself with Myrtle fire. Still—
I cannot explain what breaks in me. Still I press my cheek
Against its flaking flesh, feel
The pulse beneath—magenta,
White, pink, the deep red
Of what I've never
Bled for anyone.
Each blossom a small fist
Opening with the muted pop
Of summer rain on dry earth. Each petal, tissue-thin
As the lies I've told myself
About enduring. The Eastern Shore sun
Has made this tree what survival
Looks like: stubborn—
Beautiful, built for the burning
Seasons that strip us
To what we are. Winter comes,
And I am learning
How to be naked—
These mottled limbs
My teachers, conductors' hands
Mid-gesture, never finished
With their fierce music
Of staying alive. Of reaching
Up through the killing
Cold, brittle air ringing
With the clink of frozen twigs toward something
Green promises I cannot fathom—yet still I know
Lives in the light returning.
## I.
Your absent gaze still scorches me,
a mark from where your touch has been.
The miles collapse like glass in rain,
separation forges its cold chain—
yet still your flame draws me within.
*What keeps us whole when love's fire dies?*
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## II.
I search your name through midnight skies,
where broken constellations die.
Each whispered word, a molten drop
that binds my heart to the lingering shadow of you—
love is the chain I won't deny.
*What hidden force draws hearts to skies?*
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## III.
The fire within my chest lives on,
though winter buries what has gone.
Your ring—a circle, bright and whole—
reflects the fractures in my soul;
from love's ash, deepest tide flows.
*What truth does dawn from darkness disguise?*
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## IV.
Between each heartbeat, silence bends
toward the place where longing ends.
I am fading flame, you distant storm—
but when your memory takes its form
like silver roots through earth's dark womb,
we rise together from love's tomb.
*What else remains but love's enduring ties?*
This utter silence is stone cold
There's no gaze upon the sinner
This hell has got a wicked hold
And it feels just like a winter
When I fought the darkest demons
I just fought them empty-handed
I pushed through all doubt and reason
And I nearly couldn't bear it
Why would you still demand of me
To bend my shattered knee again
Without attending to my needs
Or is it fine to just pretend
I suppose you'll answer one day
While I'm digging for some daylight
I'll be gripping all these questions
While I'm begging you for insight
Are you even up there waiting
Could you even hate me asking
Or for choosing to just let go
Of a life that's everlasting
By accepting to wield my sword
I choose to carry my own weight
I'll start to reshape my own world
While carving out a better fate
Winter Blues, Spring Clues
Miracle Man
2/24/2025
Soon God will usher winter days to sleep,
and the warming air will cause birds to sing.
Lawns will turn green and require some upkeep,
this is the happening, welcoming spring.
The thing most appealing, arriving birds,
the Robins are our first birds to appear.
Then Mocking Birds spewing other birds words,
but to flocks of Starlings i don’t endear.
From the patio I watch Wrens at work,
putting four inch sticks through a one inch hole.
Each episode I’ve watched was a piece of artwork,
they don’t tire or stop until at their goal.
The Cardinals add color to our drab yard,
eating sun flower seeds that we provide.
From a phone line a Scissor Tail on guard,
Doves peck last fall’s acorns at driveways side.
Some days seen, a sudden influx of crows,
and the north breeze still gives me one last nip.
whispering gently from the north it blows,
while my now cold mug gives me one last sip.
Bless the peacemakers
Filting through the clouds
Where an undying storm
Tempts our spirit- souls
To fall to the ground
For we are all put to the test
To hold Faith and manifest
A heart of gold where hope avail
To kneel in prayer
Where love prevails
All Glory Be To The Holy One
Twining and stiching all the love found
To build a fortress sacred and profound
To guide the weary hearts
In a mission bound
Agape Love
Through the long Winter chill
Through the sunlit days of Summer
Let the banner unfurl
Your love endless and ageless
A loving story
Of faith and commitment
Agape Love
Agape Love
Sent from above
In last clear winter night
I saw red light like a phoenix
a light careening downward
against the canvas of aphotic sky.
Present were the planets
which aligned among constellations,
passenger planes embarking with clarity
out on their own ways.
Had they seen it too?
or was it a figment of an exhausting mind
combined with my unreliable eyes,
projecting a spectacle
to shake me from malaise,
return my sight to players
peeking behind the curtain,
the world’s stage I put to writing
exuberant in image and voice.
The comet of some past poet perhaps
showing off their place in eternity
as if the words were not already enough.
The sun does arise,
On the valley sweet,
The birds & pups wise,
Call our kits to meet.
The hoots & hollers,
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar,
Lone in the Sky Isles.
The sun does down,
On the green hills tired,
Lining the vale round,
Our pets to bed retired.
The whistles & purrs,
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned.
Long time does pass,
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass,
Warmed by a low hum.
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp,
Wond’ring: ‘just whether,
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’
Snowing-- a hiemal, deathly air
Their frigid, frostbitten fingers hold nothing
Uncomfortable silence washes over all there
A petalless, thorny rose someone is clutching
Her corpse, defunct, stiff yet motionless
Skin, once warm brown, now ghastly
Her grinning face, now emotionless
They thought she would die lastly
Life has limits, death endures eternity
From her loss, not a single tear was shed
She, a daughter, never within confraternity
No one ever cared to hear the words she said
So she lay, her arms crossed against her chest
No flowers were dropped upon her frail body
Instead, the thorny rose stabs her breast
Unhuggable cacti she could embody
On her prickly torso, blood streams
No one shall wipe liquid and spikes off
No one shall pay respect, it now seems
They simply do not really care; they scoff
So there she’ll lay, unloved and disrespected
With not blooms and gold, but many a thorn
Only snow showers her, quite expected--
That no one would dare to mourn.
Never dared to say,
" I love you, sweety. "
Why did I keep all words to myself,
staring at your picture on the shelf?
No night is really warm, I tremble under the sheets,
I long to be close and share those amazing feelings:
thoughts are wider than an ocean bluer than any sky,
being on this side is harder than anything worth a try,
even this darkness of winter is colder than snow,
break this silence deeper than fear and shadow!
Thoughts are wider than an ocean,
they're much quicker than a speeding arrow;
they're able to pierce a lost emotion
to stir awareness in someone not mellow!
Never dared to say,
" I'm all yours, honey. "
It makes you wonder how untrue I'd be...
not holding you, not sparking any glee!
Only desire can increase devotion,
it's simply the illusion that we're near;
if thoughts are wider than an ocean,
can our distant hands touch each other?
Parody of Up On The Housetop
Out in the garden flowers grow
but, its winter and there's snow.
Inside the oven cookies bake
all for the little ones to take!
Chomp chomp chomp this is good!
Chomp chomp chomp this is good!
Out in the garden flowers grow,
but, its winter and there's snow.
Winter
Miracle Man
10/22/2024
Soon our trees
will lose their clothes,
Also old Jack frost
will nip our nose.
A strong north wind
will become the norm,
Bringing with it
our first snow storm.
A new white blanket
will be aground,
Drifts like pillows
will also be found.
Roads will be slick
for our Dr. jaunts,
Thoughts of winter
bring back the haunts.
Everything I wanted, and I never had,
Embodying courage to sift my daily realities
To observe purified sun flashing on my face
And watch the night light idling on my pillow,
Unlocking sweet dreams,
To delight my indeterminable moment,
Without distressing struggles,
Pulled all over by miserable shadows,
While pursuing matters of the heart
Yearning for secrets buried inside forgotten palaces,
Building statues of emptiness
Enforcing the code of the dead and the living,
With hope being my only sympathizer
Through freezing winter nights
Never had chance to gaze at the looking glass,
Never visualize spring could encircle me,
With blooming images to cheer my immortal being
As enlightenment breaks through every system
To realize, everything I wanted,
I will never have,
Yet I’m glad to view the blue sky,
Listen to melodies from ancient forest,
While experiencing the joy of silvery mist,
As I explore the world through enchanting dreams
Stuffing my heart with wonders, to realize…
May be whatever I deserve, I have,
May be someone knows why?