Winter Tritina Poems | Examples
These Winter Tritina poems are examples of Tritina poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Tritina Winter poems written by international poets.
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
Summer's end once again is almost here
But I welcome the disappearance of high heat with cheer
Even though I will miss my whip-poor-will's song
He sings at twilight a most rapturous song
His symphonic melody adds a special savor here
And creates anticipation for each evening's cheer
When he visits, heart filled, then releases his music's cheer
It makes me want to learn his undulating song
Then day after day all winter long there'd be music here
Evenings here then would end with cheer, and morns would begin with song
Aurora's Magic
The midnight wind splashes magic
Across a canvas of velvet ebony
When Aurora twirls in a winter dream.
Sparks of fantasy light up a fandango dream
Dancing neon waves spin with celestial magic
Electric rivers, purple-green, flow through stellar ebony.
Firestorms of enchantment play upon ebony
Showers of splendor sparkle in rosy dreams
Rippling prisms casts spells of dappled magic.
Dappled magic enchants ebony midnights with Aurora's dream.
Mexican Petunia purple blossoms in the garden
Invite butterflies to visit and drink their rich pollen.
Herb's crushed scent lingers from gathering for dishes starred-in
Maximilian sunflowers' brown seeds stand out and are starred-in
Goldfinches' meals served from our small herb garden.
Bees and butterflies enjoy both of those flowers' pollen.
The first frost soon will destroy all the glorious pollen.
Herbs from our garden will die and the dishes starred-in
Will change to fall and winter plants from our garden
Butterflies gone since no pollen, also dishes that herbs are starred-in from the garden
Finis'
I see your face before me as I weep
By water's edge, leaves swirling in the wind
Your touch I feel in this, my frozen hand
I reach for you, but cannot grasp your hand
The tears well up in wintry waves that weep
Warm summer's sun now banished by chill wind
In June there streamed a milder, gentler wind
I thrilled to take your tender, outstretched hand --
O Nature, lift your voice for us and weep
~ Love's whispered promise broken by ill wind
Winter won't submit to the whims of Spring;
feathering the ground with white flakes of snow;
and burying any shoots that dare show.
There are no signs Spring is about to show;
for as Winter's icy breath forestalls Spring,
Her wailing winds fuel flurries of snow.
Trees, their frozen feet planted in the snow;
stand disgruntled with Winter's prolonged show,
shivering in the wind, they await Spring.
Smiling snowmen confirm: Spring's a no-show.
Magical winter and truly prodigious place of grace.
Pleasant poetic pleasure with a trace of lace.
Youthful eidetic memories chasing snow-white flakes.
Children engage in its white undisturbed lace.
Tats lace patterns on windows, charismatic in its grace.
Frost, ice, and snow stir to life in rhythmic music decorative flakes.
Winters kiss, a bitter frigid wind, and occasional flakes.
Obliging artistic talent, pride, and grace.
Seductive, picturesque heaven, sculpted pristine lace.
Absent from winters white lace flakes, to crackling warm fires grace.
2/22/2019
Poetry Contest: A Tritina For Messina
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Winter winds scatter snow onto the road,
and icy patches make the asphalt slick,
sending cars careening into the ditch.
With tires spinning, cars end up in the ditch,
though city trucks applied sand to the road;
for there's no grip, the pavement's still slick.
Black ice and slushy snow make the road slick,
stranding vehicles all along the ditch;
it's not a safe time to be on the road.
When the road's slick, you'll skid into a ditch.
This dreary day, cold winter brings a storm;
the snowflakes densely falling, fine and fast,
with frenzied pace and not a single pause.
Most all who could, stayed home to take a pause.
Closings declared, this day's ruled by the storm,
and time slows down while snow is falling fast.
The snow fluffs its white blanket full and fast,
while I sit by my window as I pause-
and catch my breath behind this frantic storm.
Today's storm, driving fast, grants time to pause.
Flowers of beauty bloom blue and red
Finally, winter's gone, good-bye Old Man Winter
Ahh...the new warmth begins
In the birth of spring, new life begins
Violets are blue, roses are red
they've made it through the chilling harsh winter
Their thorns left lone all through the cold winter
Still hanging strong as the new spring begins
They grow new flowers of blue and red
Flowers of blue and red bloom shortly after winter when spring begins
Weary souls await the coming of spring
When life is renewed and temperatures rise
They long for warmer days and skies of blue
A blizzard had just come out of the blue
Dashing the hopes of many for an early spring
Old man winter from his slumber did rise
From this blanket of white their hopes would rise
And no longer would they have to feel blue
Knowing that it wont be long before spring
Spring fever is on the rise as gray skies turn blue
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