Winter Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Winter Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Rhyme Winter poems written by international poets.
One inch at a time at her very slow pace,
I could not spy her fuzzy face.
Orange and black she crawled along.
To the Tiger Moth family she’d soon belong.
Enjoying dandelions and miniature clover, she seemed to be scolding my toe to move over. "I can predict how winter will be,” she whispered softly and gently to me, then hibernate like a squirrel in a tree” "One inch at a time, at my very slow pace, I can never join in any race, I always move at a very slow pace" repeated the woolly caterpillar with poise and grace.
“Now sweet dreams” she professed, “I rest my case”
Our Summer's begun
Neath the Gold-Plated Sun
Past Opals of Fall
Winter Diamonds enthrall
Chilled Whippoorwill cries
Sad Obsidian eyes
Thru tears it must sing
Of Emeralds in Spring
Everyone is fond of the summer season
some just can't get enough of that sun
they travel worldwide to gain its rays
but the other seasons are required as one
Now here's a thought to ponder upon
what if summer lasted all year long
just imagine having continuous sunshine
our hearts would be filled with joyful songs
Children would want extra long holidays
even they could have classes held outside
more fun to learn about nature
sometimes summer rain keeps us inside
Now what if summer ended for good
and worst of all, winter lasted the year
nothing but cold, snow and ice
perish the thought, for it fills with fear
The heavy coats and gloves are on
never to take off at any time
well, maybe we'll stick to the four seasons
so ideal really, to keep us in our prime
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 bodies lay in rigid rows,
each one with tag upon their toes.
Some with names: Teddy, Frank, or Joe;
but most are simply marked John Doe,
some torn apart; some no one knows.
The sky is full of cawing crows
and heavy with the winter snows;
while in the churned up mud below,
the bodies lay.
They fought those they were told were foes
in battles that they never chose;
“It is your duty, off you go.”
“Good man, chipper! Jolly good show.”
They know not where; I don’t suppose
the bodies lay.
How can you fathom
A lizard a dragon
Thirty feet tall
Fire breathing balls...
Torch affle, a blazing. Shooting out
Liking rain
Alas a breathless serpent
Whispers in the waters drowning
Dolphinate shark piranha
Destin host of savannah
Fish sticks played on tandem
Plasma sands of coral reefs
Liken the rain in winter space
Frozen ice
7/30/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Names - every season's got 'em:
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.
But one of them's got two, y'all.
Autumn's also called the Fall.
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
Last winter was very cold and long
Relentless storms cruel and strong
My small branches from the winds were lost
A large limb was broken by ice and frost
But now at last there are warmer days
The buds on my branches create a green haze
So I lift my limbs to the golden sun
And thank the heavens that Spring has begun
I took root in a stand of golden aspen trees
My bark resembled dark eyes all over me.
I am the oldest of the ancients in my grove,
spared thus far from the fires of a stove.
Every fall I'm forced to forfeit my dense leaves.
They're taken by the wind, and my heart grieves
but nature has to obey and follow its course...
for there's no escaping its incredible force.
My Spring clothing turned into golden dresses
that appear to be sheered as if they were tresses
upon my branches and limbs, curved and bent,
Another season passes me by; another year spent.
I'll have to face another Winter, arms laid bare
for my leaves were taken, and none were spared
to keep me warm on those cold January nights
but I will dream of Spring instead of my plights.
Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.
To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are deathly sounds
Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.....
He picks up the instrument....
It is so hot and dry
feel like I gonna die
Can't go out, live inside
open the door and you fry
Rain drops burn before they hit the ground
long gone green grass it all turn brown
Flowers welt droop and die
stay with AC hibernate inside
It is so hot and dry
been a week of a hundred and five
No rain in the forecast such a long time
this penetrating heat feels like a crime
Heat so bad it burns the shade
hot dry for the summer to stay
Drink ice water but cubes melt
this blasted heat no relief or help
Sweaty sleep with fans on
dreaming of freezing winter long
Could use the cold on a hot day
all I can do is dream the hot away.
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..
Hard-etched frozen windowpanes
never two adorned the same.
Soft morning light filters through
setting jeweled fronds aflame.
Bitterly cold arctic winds
blustered around overnight,
spattering frigid patterns,
ornate brush strokes of delight.
A silver sylvan forest
where fairies carouse and dance
beneath bright crystal fern flags,
an impromptu frost romance.
Sharp icy fingers crackle,
poking downward from the eaves;
a short few hours of magic
then the glory melts and leaves.
July 16, 2026
For Pattern Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick, Sponsor
A lone tree on top of the hill,
I wondered how it stood so still,
wind and rain, and through winter chill,
stood all seasons with a strong will.
my time went by from youth to age,
events moved on in life’s each page,
fear, doubt, insecurity, rage,
calm restored when wisdom brought sage.
the northern star would shine and fade,
in Sunset, Sunrise day would trade,
in a world that values gold and jade,
tree stood still with eternal shade.
In fates currents of ease and pain,
when alone in emotive strain,
I would look past my long dark lane,
from a far tree much wisdom gain.