Winter Poems | Examples of Winter Poetry

In the gathering gloom of a winter's afternoon as the light leaches from the room I'm more inclined as comforts tug to recline beside the hearth here on the rug with a good book than step outdoors as take a look outside the window if you care it's more than slightly chilly out there with snowflakes blowing in the air better on the floor I think with a hot drink near the fire 'til my...

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In a winter’s bed I sleep, a dreamless starless sky above And though the daylight does not keep The snow flies like an aimless dove. The blood orange sun spreads ‘cross the sky like a painting on a wall The artist keeps a watchful eye and wraps the hues in endless squalls. The cardinal with its wings of red Chirps its...

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Crisp air flowing in blushed cheeks all white skies chasing each other with snow the pureness of winter slowly turns into spring all that fades away...

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“Tea” Steam pouring forward, perhaps captured with the cold air of time To be forgotten and lost Blown away too quick to be tangible Gentle momentum but me Not so Not even the steam ringing from hot tea Whiskers of cinnamon promise fulfillment Spikes of ice hot cut it short Forevermore longing to be Something more then hot tea taken on an unforgiving night Bound...

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cold snow clothes the ground mother nature rules no human comes here peace and tranquility reign I am alone in this land ...

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it comes alive, stirring the soul waking the spirit to a world painted by snowfall’s gentle brush like a white canvas, the first steps across the blanketed path leave imprints of hope, imprints revealing what it means to see silence at war with nature’s breath it laughs at the hurried steps of a heart rushing past autumn’s light as she breathes her caress, against the sun who...

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Trees of powder, Delicate and firm. They conceal my feathers of frost. I perch myself by all that glitters All that warms, and all that flickers. I perch myself by candlelight Snug in my nest of yarn. My dearest deer is lost today. The other starlings fly away. Drifting off, a state of slumber Filling me with fear, but wonder. My nest of yarn, it cradles...

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I tried to move on But strangely I was stuck to my feelings As you left me behind I was never like that Before you came along Like the last withering leaf of winter I desperately stayed on Hoping maybe I'd survive And I did know (somewhere in the back of my mind) That if I did leave you behind Yes, Better, healthier leaves would grow But...

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Shall I compare thee to an onyx rose? Too dark for day, too ripe, yet not to rot— Thou bloom’st where sacred streamlets gently flow, Where dryads sigh and phantoms sing distraught. Twin serpents writhe along thy moonlit spine, Their glistened tongues sing out a breathless psalm; Your breath the zephyr through the cypress pine, A storm of touch disguised in...

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Along with the Thunder came Tempestas, goddess of storms turtle doves scattered on corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance this is time of rattling cracked panes loose screws when weather ruled, seemingly profane warmonger wind howls or laughs I know not which, my Being dwarfed by Boreas, serpents coiled at depth sombre matter ripples within...

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winter lightning slashed her Heart tears falling, feet cold crying … thunder roars laughter ...

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dandelion seeds, blowing across the summer’s silence rising up, a full moon – glowing with its music, its poetry singing to the stars with their radiance, sparkling, wistful while autumn thrives in her clearest skies, with tender clouds and the winter breathes her music in flakes who create drifts COLOR MY MOOD Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Written on May 25,...

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Sheila had never felt this cold Her feet were pink and freezing She needed a new pair of socks Her grandmother gave her two pairs Put them on top of each other, she said Sheila’s teeth were chattering She could not get warm I will add kindling to the wood stove said Gram She also brought the quilt off her bed Sheila stood next...

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