Winter Simile Poems
These Winter Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Simile Winter poems written by international poets.
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is like war;
And Spring seeks to bring about resurrection:-
Summer prepares all for nature’s transitions:
Today, it looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
Categories:
simile, allegory, analogy, nature, perspective,
I miss you
like the parched earth thirsts for the rain
I miss you
like the nightingale's song heralds the coming of spring
I miss you
like the night birds wait for the darkness to fall
I miss you
like a warm campfire on a chilly wintry night
I miss you
like the sunshine on a damp cloudy day
I miss you
infinitely in every possible way
Do you miss me like I do?
Categories:
simile, feelings, i miss you,
Watching the snowflakes
Gently glide through the chilly air
Watching the snowflakes
Slowly combine and fall together
This one snowflake flew into my hands
It melted and drip out of my palm.
Why are my hands so destructive?
Whatever is in my grasps ends up disappearing.
I started to think about you and I.
We were snowflakes floating in the wind.
We were so close and became one
We split apart now, and I lost you.
Once the wind settles down
Maybe I’ll find you.
Instead I hit the ground
And started to melt apart.
I became water to become flexible to find you
You became ice because you repelled me
I came crashing and rushing to find you
While you were tranquil but so rigid
Instead of melting together
You pierced through me
And I evaporated away.
I took shape of any vessel you desired.
I kept changing who I was.
I tried to be what you wanted.
Instead, I lost myself trying to find you.
Categories:
simile, conflict, love hurts, metaphor,
Like a window with crystals of snow,
I am cold.
Like the little fire in a furnace,
I glow.
My skin so numb,
What's underneath this u ever wonder?
Why would you?
when you yourself are at the edge where u stumble.
So I ask myself,
what is this hassle, I am in mid of?
Why I feel cold
With the fire of anger, I m build of?
Perhaps it's nothing but the disability
To enact what I feel.
Hence blinded by the winter fog
And paralyzed should I become from head to heel.
So what if I swallowed the heat and
Hindered it from coming up again?
Next, I hid beneath the sheet
Because nothing no more balanced the cold pain.
In the end I realize
How foolish I am!
To compare me with the being so sacred.
Mine with the lives of snow and fire;
The sheer example of
Two contradictory existence
'the nature and a liar'.
Penned down in January, 2022
Categories:
metaphor, poetry, simile,
A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and ice and brazen rook
A tree is like a blank book
Which spring soon paints in pink chiffon
As if at a signal — to act upon
Not one blossom will overlook
A tree is like a blank book
And summer the season of sweet bygone
And tongue in cheek, writes, green as a lawn
Cool tangle of leaves and meadowbrook.
A tree is like a blank book
Where autumn leaves warm tones adorn
In her golden shroud the year withdrawn
Until nature gives back all she took.
Categories:
change, nature, simile,
like
tremor
of a leaf
in gale force wind,
that wicked fever
coursing through your fingers
electrocute my body.
your hands give me a wealth of warmth
when days are insufferably cold.
in winter, I crave your feverish touch.
Date written: 06/09/2022
Categories:
longing, passion, simile,
In the chilling waning Fall-waxing-Winter
evening,
I cautiously step out into graveyard-like
silence—
The earlier day and coming night seems
deceiving:-
A lone soaring avian appears to own the sky’s
parlance.
Would if you would, come and walk with me
as I pray you can feel and imagine what I see:
Penning these imaging words of a blessing sent
from the above—
As I calmly continue to walk in this chilling evening
of peace and love.
Categories:
simile, blessing, high school, imagery,
Winter can be thought of a pause waiting for the breath of spring.
This pause is a chance for us to appreciate the little things in life that make it beautiful.
Let this pause allow us to remember those who have touched our hearts leaving us with a smile.
Let this pause grant us time to appreciate life, our life, without comparing it to another person's life.
Let this pause provide an opportunity to show our love and warmth to those hearts that have been cold.
My wish is for those who are suffering to find an end of their suffering, and to find rewards in this life, to focus on the simple things lighting up the light in their life.
Edward J Ebbs - December 12, 2021
Categories:
simile, anxiety, beautiful, beauty, blessing,
It's the end of our beautiful dream
The thrill is gone, for that reason...
I'm through loving you.
The nightingale that sings in my heart
for you has flown away, therefore...
I'm through loving you.
There's no longer warmth in your smile;
no sparks in your eyes; I'm afraid...
I'm through loving you.
The magic in your touch has worn off; your...
embrace is now as cold as winter snow, so...
I'm through loving you.
You've worn out your welcome; you've been...
locked out of my heart for good. Sorry but...
I'm through loving you.
I'm through loving you.
I repeat, I'm through loving you!
But my heart can lie to itself.
Premiere IV - Open Poetry Contest
Sponsored by rob carmack
Date written and submitted: 02/01/2020
Also submitted for...
Strand Select B ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/02/2020
Categories:
simile, emotions, irony, love, repetition,
I'm hanging on to summertime
like monkeys hanging on a vine,
like kitty cats on old screen doors,
like winter snows in Labrador,
like spiders on a silken thread,
like bellies that were overfed,
like kites trapped in an apple tree,
but Fall will come eventually.
Categories:
seasons, simile,
A lone stoic blackbird
sat on a lamp post squawking
away; his eerie crowing
piercing the graveyard silence.
The sleepy yawning sun
pulled himself up
and over the shading horizon;
reflecting a golden glow.
The quiet air was as still as
an aged autumn tree—standing
all alone—naked, and as shameless
as was Joan of Arc, herself.
Springtime has long passed on
and autumn/fall has begun to wane;
however, the morning sun slowly prepares
himself to resist the coming tease of winter.
Categories:
simile, autumn, bird, imagery, metaphor,
like waters for words...
The morning sun, taste like yellow-foul run?
Her voice smelled like warm caramel candy corn;
The music sounded heavy as the winter winds torn;
The color green feels like emeralds…
Aster-flowers
The color red tastes like Kool Aid™
Without sugar…
Midnight ran is bitter a garrisons;
The wind look as calm as spacious;
Seeing him walk was like hearing the locusts;
Tasting the nights dinner was like watching silent black N white television;
Hear her cry was like tasting lightening;
Smelling the gasoline was like touching a busy sticky-bee hive;
Touching her dying father’s hand was like seeing the gravel and rocks cry,
like waters for words flowing floating and rolling...
8/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
Categories:
simile, 12th grade, analogy, anxiety,
Like the dawning sun
Our liberty is coming soon
The light of the full moon
Reflecting the journey
In circadian rhythm
The seasons come and go
As the laws of nature
Give each a time to be free
Like the seasons
We are children of the sun
And the laws of nature
Supersede the laws of man
As with the seasons
A change is going to come
And the winter of inequality
Will fade into the spring of liberty
Categories:
simile, america, black african american,
what freaks of nature
they may seem to be—
tall trees—aerial
bark skeletons
of well-seasoned wood...
well-seasoned wood
piercing the skies...
casting weird shadows
across the terrain—
their statuesque stillness...a
poised assurance of the coming
spring resurrection: if only we too…
could stand in such blessed assurance.
Categories:
analogy, metaphor, nature, simile,
The circadian rhythms of birth, death, and eternity,
Play on in the sunrise of time:
The dread of winter left you naked and bare;
Your bark skin, scale-like, and wrinkle knotted.
Then came the spring of life clothing you
With appetite foliage attracting nature's children
To your warm and nourishing bosom.
Now in the autumn of your life, you ape graying age
With rainbow-hued fronds hanging and dropping
Their Joseph Coat carpeting on Mother Earth's floor.
Creeping out from behind the clouds, old winter
Slowly reboard the cooling winds of change:
Firmly rooted, you proudly stand, arms swaying
To the circadian rhythms of the sunrise of time.
Categories:
simile, color, imagery, metaphor, rainbow,