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.
THE GAME
Here's to the game
of men and their ball.
The helmeted warriors
of winter and fall.
Explode off the line
with a thunderous crack.
Bust through blockades,
and pushing them back
Cover the field,
defend from attack.
Holding the line,
and making the sack.
Advancing position
with power and speed.
Get slamed to the ground,
got no time to bleed.
Flying down field
at incredible paces,
grab bombs from the air,
and off tips of shoe laces.
Giving the order,
making the read,
the rarest of athletes,
a talent to lead.
Engaging attackers,
forging the hole,
protecting their leader,
the heart and the soul.
heat, snow, or rain,
blood, sweat, and tears,
fighting through pain,
attack without fear.
For their city, the peolpe,
their brothers, their name.
Most important of all
for love of the game.
With prowess, and grit,
they give it their all,
for the ultimate honor,
enshrined in the hall.
woe, to my woken, winter's sleep
dark shadows chilling my hollow
springs well up, orbs forever weep
winter rings...no spring will follow
bitter is the cold, bitter so old
bitter for just...one last, first start
sprinklings of springs, so young and bold
now, ice-slick sickles, sever my heart
oh, bitter is the winter of my death
bitter keeps ring, ringing, my phone
bitter is...the hindering of breath
bitter is...my winter alone
I find you beneath an ancient tree,
in winter your names I cannot see;
I think fall is the nicest time of year,
for the watercolor hues in my mind sear.
I come with flowers on a pretty day,
following a winding pathway;
then, for days I dream at night,
with tears until morns first light-
As blankets air from summer hibernation
bright Hawaiian shirts take up their rotation;
as I place them in the Chinese camphor chest
the winter melancholy needs be addressed;
the start of gray descent on sunrise and soul
is unwittingly each new September’s roll.
The all consuming fragrance of the delicate white flowers.
You and I would sit in our perfect garden for hours.
The sweet scent that smothered the garden with rapture,
The bees hard at work as droplets of nectar they capture.
The emerald hues of the leave's colour are interlaced.
Sweet juice of the orange's tantalizing taste.
To be able to pick the juiciest fruit to share,
As the soft breeze gently tossed the curls in your hair.
To sit under the shade of our magnificent orange tree,
The sun sending tender rays to warm so delicately.
We'd sometimes sit in silence reading each others mind.
As love ever present grew and our souls entwined.
I remember the day we planted our enormous tree.
We laughed that it was the first of an orchard, we did agree.
Its survival was doubtful, not much more than an incipit twig.
We both tendered it carefully hoping one day it might be big.
Quite a task nurturing our funny little tropical citrus plant.
Choosing the warmest spot in the yard, so the sun could enchant.
In winter, being so careful to brush all the snow away.
My sweet darling this all seems like it happened only yesterday.
On the wind, leaves from oaks bless away
prayers, though silent, leave a gentle grace
like cinnamon, pumpkin spice and gray
blessing so quietly it feels like loves here to stay
soon winter will visit with its chilly embrace
and I’ll hear the joy of Christmas as I pray
September puts a Spring in my Step.
Like a newborn lamb I frolic about
Running through fields of newly grown grass
With a smile on my face I sing and shout.
With Winter gone, I now enjoy you.
Beautiful Spring, I’m so glad you are out.
When the days grow shorter and rain clouds Fill the sky
Trees no longer have green leaves and the flowers Begin to die
Nights are drawing in and the days are getting shorter
Mist rolling up the valley streams with ice
In the water
But time does not stop and winter will fade away
When the dark cold will be no more and
We have the start of warmer day
Thats When the leaves on the trees turn green and the birds will start to sing.
So remember that winter will eventually end and new life will start in spring.
In my town, a sight I pass every day is Ugly the cat.
One eyed UGLY, is strange and most tell him to scat.
Fights have caused a limp and he has just one ear.
He’s a sorrowful looking mess that many people fear.
Some feed him, and I have given him milk to drink.
I doubt anyone has gotten close, sure to be a stink
He’s not the type of cat you’d love or want to own
Poor old Ugly seemed happy to be all alone.
A newcomer to the area took a dislike to the cat
Poured water over it, so it moved from where it sat
It was Winter and the bitter cold he just couldn't stand
The cat was near death, I picked him up with a gentle hand
That sweet cat nestled into my coat and gently purred
That was a sound that from Ugly no-one had heard
I looked down at his unfortunate face, and shed a tear
Don’t worry mate I softly said, I will stay with you here
He looked back and gave a soft meow and slipped away.
I missed him, but "glad he is gone" some would say.
A feeling of regret that I didn't do more, I had inside.
Hung a plaque on the wall. This is where Ugly did reside.
bow wowsing the paper on a winter day
the puppy barked because he had a lot to say
his wife tried to simmer him down with a hey hey hey
He told her to stay out, to stay away
He had a shy bladder and could not pee or poop
If anyone was near, so never in any kind of group
His wife knew he was reading the paper, this doggy Jim
Because he always barked when things distressed him
High on a quaint little hill,
In a quiet, quaint little town.
Wild Orchids, once plentiful,
Were nowhere to be found.
It was a mystery to all there,
So sad, such beauty, now gone.
What once blessed their vision,
Amber sunsets, golden dawns.
A pall fell upon the town,
All their sunsets disappeared.
Such beauty lost, bred sorrow,
As another Winter drew near.
Then tragedy struck the land!
War ravaged their small township.
All young men were called away,
All the women knelt in worship.
Time seemed to wane wearily,
Anxious hearts feared the worst.
Then news came of twelve casualties,
And every heart there would burst.
Twelve, flag-draped coffins, carried,
Every young man, bred and born.
A million tears would rain,
Every broken heart would mourn.
The Winter, bleak and barren,
Each day just like the last...cold!
A lifeless, loveless town died,
Unsure of what would unfold.
When, on a bright and infant morn,
The whole town flocked in waves.
By the light of Spring's first day...
Wild Orchids lined the graves!
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
Words slur out drains in an alley,
winter chills as the flooding reaches
her sleeping bag & freezing feet
she reminiscences summer-time beaches,
flawed are the pieces in an art gallery
the beauty is in the artist's reaches,
of a society's greet on a bus seat,
a messiah washes away the bloody.
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
I hear the gale.
Rain on its tail.
Stock up. Put 'taters in the bin.
A raucous wail.
Tree branches fail.
Winter's fury returns again.