Winter Verse Poems
These Winter Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Verse Winter poems written by international poets.
Tribute to Harry Horsman
verse, friend, poems, tribute, uplifting,
Farewell seems so final,
How does one say~goodbye,
not easy for family and friends.
A writer will always...
A Sitka Sunset
verse, day, magic, mountains, sky,
A day in Alaska is like no other,
breath taking landscape
Snow topped mountains where eagles live,
bears and moose roam free.
A Sitka sunset is magical,
as the blue...
a house of romantics
Our cat is a Romantic, and a creature of habit.
she demands to be fed at the first
rosy light of dawn.
I awake each morning &, being
verse, fun, humor, night, sun,
Life is all about dreaming, ...
verse, beautiful, child, creation, lonely,
"(Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference." Quote by...
I Know A Place
verse, books, friend, happy, lonely,
I know a place to hide, ...
Along the cold dreary road
There was a time
Of life with joy and happiness
Not a single concern
Now I just have regrets to look back at
Little by little
Lovingly, Apu ---Translation
Pulu, how are you? Are you all well, these days?
This pen is down on spark, too soon, quite a dismay!
These letters are tracing...
All of a sudden, or not at all
verse, destiny, extended metaphor, feelings,
All of a sudden, or not at all.
Love does not roll in with the tide.
Love is calculated, and random.
A steady roller coaster best strap in...
I move forward counting parked cars
A bundled-up woman waves at me,
she is way across a slithering street
I recall her, but only as a last...
The seagull cries
pleading the right of birds
jibe to overcome plight
Rugged flights to fill your soul
The Madman's voice
and his lack of choice
The wind had shape;
it hunted, it sought bones
At last after the winter hike
We shook off a killing chill,
sat by the fire
letting blood come...
verse, faith, may, poets, seasons,
My colors bloom and die with the seasons of life
My colors are bright and paint everything around me
My colors are dead and my broken bones...
in my garden amidst the flowers and hanging baskets
I notice a wren bouncing around, busy, eating, exploring
the bird does not stand out but blends...
verse, absence, self, winter,
The sun now stalls
halfway up its climb
and skims a course
barely above the trees.
The swallows have gone.
Spaces once filled
with brightly coloured wings
and crawling things
are now empty....