Winter Terza Rima Poems | Examples
These Winter Terza Rima poems are examples of Terza Rima poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Terza Rima Winter poems written by international poets.
With blurred vision in my one eye,
on this cold winter afternoon
I trace the course of a blue-black fly
in my small kitchen. Pretty soon
my boredom gets the best of me.
Once I eat a macaroon
I rise to make some jasmine tea
and wonder why I allow this bug
(who does not share my philosophy)
to sit there resting on my mug.
I do not know what's in his head,
but think he must be awfully smug,
so I get up and leave. Instead
of drinking tea I go to bed.
Beneath soft skies, the waking earth exhales,
A tender green begins its quiet claim,
As winter loosens, all its silver veils.
The fragile buds awaken into flame,
Of color brushed on branches, bright yet shy,
Each petal whispers out the sun’s new name.
A warming breeze drifts lightly through the sky,
And carries songs from birds unseen, yet near,
Their notes like laughter drifting low and high.
The rivers hum, their crystal voices clear,
As melting frost returns to living streams,
And time itself feels softer, less severe.
In blooming light, the world renews its dreams,
And beauty grows where hope and sunlight gleams.
As Winter’s hush drifts down in silvery light
and frosted breath lifts up in frigid air,
the day surrenders early to the night.
The distant silhouettes of tree limbs bare
cast eerie reveries that don’t belong,
their frozen shadows linger everywhere.
I shiver at the thought of night so long
without the April dreams that keep me warm;
I long to hear the notes of Spring’s sweet song.
God give me strength to weather Winter’s storm
and spread some warmth within this frigid womb,
while waiting for this season to transform,
and once again enjoy the Springtime bloom
as jasmine fills the air with sweet perfume.
December 29, 2025
Dew glistens, whimsical, over gentle dawn
hues fade beyond the background of sparkly nights
silent moments breath light on the nourished lawn
creeks flow gently, harmonizing with bobwhites
wind’s soft voice overflows with a melting song
reflections of timeless joy a poet writes
shadows erase the still of winter so strong
her dreams burning wild in the brilliance of hope
knowing that this grace of Spring is never wrong
storybook worlds rise as fostered seeds elope
musical chairs played between the heart and soul
thunder and lightening don’t know how to cope
the glory of Springtime concludes with a stroll
through those hearts who know God’s grace will make them whole
Soft shades of olive, emerald, and peridot
Filter through the early morning gray mists,
Greening of spring in my beloved meadow.
A stroll through the lea tops my daily lists
Some time just for me to inhale the fresh air,
The one thing during winter I most missed.
Amazingly refreshing to stroll without care
Among the wildflowers, along a dense trail,
Quiet moments reflecting, no drama or flair.
This morning I inadvertently scared up quail,
A most invigorating experience, without fail.
Written April 18, 2022
Quote by Oscar Wilde
What plagues you so, fourth season of the year?
You seem compelled to bluster, snow, and hail;
how bleak to find you so devoid of cheer.
You rob from us the leaves, our skin turns pale
for sun's lack; bitter cold draws wintry gloom
onto our visage, trials yet assail.
O sister spring, roses are your bright bloom;
while life rebounds, how often are your skies
and streams the reasons blessings fill your womb.
Admittedly, though winter drowns in sighs,
her snows are spring's redemption in disguise.
Written 2 Feb 2022
Winter winds blustery, keen, and bold
Blast their way across denuded meadow
Ushering in north’s bitter cold
Shaking their fists with much bravado
Bending low the towering sages
Leaving not a trace of phantom shadow
Like summer’s violent thunderstorm rages
Frightening all the furry little creatures
Scurrying about in various stages
Most feared of all the winter features
The scary, howling through a shingled roof
Like a Sunday morning’s manic preachers
Though unseen they need no proof
The winter winds do not remain aloof.
Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.
With an attitude quite like the proverbial contrary,
She lingers for months warring with the winter sun
Her stay typical of January is rather ordinary,
Until the bitter cold subsides, and winter is over.
The meadow slumbers peacefully across the way
‘Til the warmth of spring nourishes the first clover,
Then comes April’s showers and flowers of May.
written November 9, 2021
Venturing forth after weeks of isolation,
Warm breezes brushed against my cheek
I left behind sad feelings of desolation.
The meadow near seemed no longer bleak
After a recent winter February’s display,
Buds stuck out their tiny heads to peek.
When the baby squirrels came down to play
My breath anticipated sweet scents of June.
Yes, decidedly, it was a glorious kind of day
And before I realized it, I was whistling a tune
My second COVID-19 shot over two weeks ago,
Suddenly, I realized I was almost immune!
It seemed the past year lay hidden in shadow
For the entire world a deadly virus was endemic
If every person will get vaccinated, though,
I feel certain we can beat this awful pandemic
And, folks, this is not something merely academic.
Green maidens from the church of March
Ride gentle over northern gusts
Upon a misty rainbow arch
Their mossy robes of clouds adjust
In frost tipped moonbeam's yellow glow
To pollinate with pixie dust
Where thawing rivers stir and flow
As lilac icicles are made
And shamrocks grow through thinning snow
Where icy glories drifting, fade
The sculptured swords of silver kings
Melting in shades of pine and jade
Where branches bend in turquoise rings
Caught in between winter and spring.
3/6/21
Spring is the moment of hope that embraces
The spirit with a glad, rousing devotion
Inspiration that fills the heart it graces
Summer is the time of gentle emotion
Where sunshine and raindrops capture silent hope
Waking waves of joy flowing through the ocean
Autumn is the gleam of the kaleidoscope
Brilliant hues of enthusiasm breaths belief
Serenity dripping help so we can cope
Winter is the dismal, dark whisper of grief
Longing to fill up our souls with loving skills
Wonders of kind compassion that won’t be brief
Seasons that fill our hearts, minds and souls with thrills
Sharing marvels so exciting our life stills
Thinking memories back in my childhood
Only the meaningful ones I recall
I have so many, some bad and some good
Camping in winter, spring, summer and fall
Biking and hiking through paths made of dirt
Playing my most favorite sports- baseball
Rolling down mountains, grass stains on my shirts
So shy was I, so very soft spoken
Flirting with schoolgirls in short mini-skirts
I still have that amusement park token
Hanging in arcades with some of my peers
My first girlfriend- she left me heartbroken
Remembering...I find myself in tears
So many memories, all of my years
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Sponsor: Constance La France
11/25/2020
I wonder why on winter night so cold
as darkness looms and daylight takes her bow
that I am feeling loneliness take hold.
I wonder what it is she’s doing now;
perhaps she’s letting poetry console
emotions that her life does not allow.
I wonder why I feel I’ve lost control
and wishing that forever I could flee
these torrid storms that start to fill my soul.
I wonder if she ever thinks of me
and wishes we could make a brand new start;
or if, from love, she’s happy to be free.
My storms are raging since we’ve been apart;
I wonder if it’s raining in her heart.
January 12, 2020
I gaze up as you slowly come into view
above the horizon and into the sky,
painting the clouds in colors of every hue.
Blue birds awaken and they begin to fly
as I feel your radiance warming my face,
and your blinding brightness shining in my eye.
Flowers lift their faces to feel your embrace,
and all life welcomes you at the start of day
longing always to see your grandeur and grace.
Even when winter skies are cloudy and grey
our faith tells us you are forever around,
and tomorrow you will be there come what may;
above us in the sky not making a sound
lighting our world and giving life an assist,
and every day of our lives you will be found.
If eternal clouds filled our skies you’d be missed
for without you, O Sun, life could not exist.
December 9, 2017
A snowflake always spells unique in words
Frozen songs from heaven
Melting into the heart
Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart
Rolling out a carpet of divine purity
What better way to rest easy
Soft white footprints remain
In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty
Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks
This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake
A winter rose is born
Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms
26.12.2015
(unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid