Winter Romanticism Poems | Examples
These Winter Romanticism poems are examples of Romanticism poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Romanticism Winter poems written by international poets.
Twin snowflakes dance in soft pink skies,
lovers who yearned for their garden,
a bed of blue roses and black sunflowers rising.
A cottage stronghold against harsh winters.
Beyond the walls of the warm sky,
an evil presence from Crescent Moon’s eye.
Envious of warmth and quiet shadows,
it lingers over the hidden sanctuary.
A pale glow splits the silent sky,
light that burns and hollows the dark,
harsh beams overheat the sacred garden,
dead petals tossed in raging winds.
The lovers mourn what cannot last,
they weep until the edge of dawn,
above them, the Crescent Moon looms over—
watching what it has undone.
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whilst mine timber
mine oak
freezez
drape'd wit
thuh burley green
cloak
that doez little az
the rain in thick drops
deliverz
soak'd
mine engram remindz
me
"tap
tap
she purty
were
weren't she"
"The forests are in my bones"
I am a sapling small and weak
Lost in dark forest feeling meek
Old trees abound strong of bone
My bones are young they do not groan.
Empathic vibes from nearby trees
Growing up is not a breeze
Am lanky and cold in seasonal air
Bones feel brittle of winter aware.
Wonderful spring, stretch my roots
Feeling of vibrancy is acute
Green buds sprout on my limbs
Nature has nurtured, wooden heart sings.
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Your poetry talks to me in the moody night
a voice of indigo telling me secrets of pain and love
while Luna licks my ear with impatience for my excitement,
I begin to walk faster, like a wolf on a scent, your red scent,
following shadows into sounds of howling winter
seeking just one more whisper from your passion
one more paw print in the hard snow of destiny,
will I ever find your lair of love in the cold night
I swear that I can see the copper glow of your eyes -
J.A.B.
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In the stillness of the night
the black night
the night where stars flicker
with bright radiance
when the only is ourn hot breathes
clearly visible
in the cold
crispy night
The stillness fractures
with these words
"my love for you will never
splinter
like the winter
at Springs wake"