Children Winter Poems | Examples
These Children Winter poems are examples of Winter poems about Children. These are the best examples of Winter Children poems written by international poets.
Icy tufts, monochrome white
Descend beneath cloud cover
To meet the unexpected
Leap of children's tongues.
Frigid wind buffets the park’s lonesome bench.
It stoically endures as always
and wonders if anyone will venture
into its empty world this afternoon.
As it thinks of bustling, summer days,
while longing for sunshine’s steady warmth
and a view of laughing, playing children,
snow silently falls; no one comes today.
There’s something
Innocent, pure
And wondrous
About a child’s
Love of snow,
Let’s hope the
Innocence stays
For we know
The snow
Will go!
decorations down
little faces at window
tinsel trail to curb
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The pond froze so suddenly that a duck mid-quack
found its bill glued shut, an absurd ice sculpture.
Mrs. Harlow’s terrier, mid-leap, hung suspended in the air
like a fuzzy comma, punctuating nothing.
The streetlamps blinked, then hardened into amber icicles—
even the wind gave up, curling into itself for warmth.
Old Man Greeley, halfway through shaking his fist at a squirrel,
became a monument to irritation, his mittens stiff with frost.
The children, though, were the first to notice:
they pressed their tongues to the icy slide at the park
stealing the cold for themselves.
winter found its way
midst icy mists of snowfall
and its bas relief
of abstract patterned snowflakes
to please young and old with its
centurys-old splendor
as trees of lights and tinsel
light boughs of fresh pine
with hints of forest faeries
A wonderland complete in
its snowman sculptors
with rosy cheeks and big smiles
that beckon singers
round fireplace remembering
many prefer the summer
some of us prefer summer
Christmas snow, chunks of glow
Church with lights, lights of show
Candies sold, drinks so cold
Children told, parents hold
Care and share, dare and bare
Come and go, girls and bro
Chase or hide, give or glide
He formed as snow blows,
Corncob pipe and button nose,
A hat, magic goes;
“Happy birthday,” they all cheer,
Without the sun, he’ll appear.
A jolly charade,
Broomstick in hand, masquerade,
He led the parade.
Made children smile, all aglow,
His soul lived on with the snow.
His bright conception,
Ran around without notion,
Kids saw the vision.
Frosty waved a quick goodbye,
“I will be back, by and by!”
I’m more inclined to write of shoveling snow
As I like to write about the things I know
Yet will reflect upon the dazzling flakes
Depending on how long the shoveling takes
For children wait with snowmen on their minds
And mother peeks from behind venetian blinds
While I the roller of “snowmanic” orbs
Must protect my snowball fight reserves
Snow angels hover o’er the battlefield
To see if age or youth is first to “yield”
Surrend’ring to the call to outside lunch
Hot chocolate and the sound of snowy crunch
Thus does the chill of winter thrill us all
Whether we be snowmen short or tall
Sad pumpkins all wear mushy frowns
All the leaves are on the ground
Soft breezes making wintery sounds
I’m staying inside gaining pounds
The geese have left in honking V’s
As pond edges slowly freeze
My cat stalks crispy dancing leaves
I’m wearing flannel with long sleeves
The bells will ring, the children sing
Wond’ring what will Santa bring
Rock salt, scrapers, hands that sting
A HUMBUG hat, a PAPA thing
The sun will rise in a Decem…BRRR
Cats in windows slyly purr
We’ll hunch into our collars fur
Shopper’s lament…I still need more
A sign inside the busy store
YOU BROKE IT…YOU BOUGHT IT
FOR…..CHRISTMAS IS COMING
AND NO ONE CAN STOP IT.
While the sky weeps drops of woe
Every child of nature seeks to stow
Layers of warmth against the coming cold,
Children listen to tales told of long ago
Of journeys bold on ships like pearls,
Majestic winds in sails unfurled,
Engulfed with hope of promised gold.
Now winds of cold strip leaves of gold,
Odiously pulling lives from summer ease,
Venom’s cold from mountain tops to seize
Every creature comfort from the sun,
Mayhap you can try to run
Beneath short cold days and long cold nights,
Even huddle in the fire’s light,
Ravenous cold still creeps through holes.
a house of color
dressed in shades of pink and blue
and eaves iced with white
lights from outside warmth
on winter roses- sparkling
snowflakes on petals
standing on the porch
joyful children caroling
singing in rhythm
old-timers awake
to the sounds of silent night
they then watch- with love
In that firm shell
a nut, the squirrel
squirrels away --
then off to play
thinking himself
secure for the season,
squirrels have their
squirrelly reason --
In that home
stores on shelves,
freezer keeps
squirrel like meat --
now off to backyard
pick-nick, children
giving squirrels nut
treat --
A vine in winter weeps
for the loss of blossoms,
for the loss of summer,
for the loss of laughter
like a music's strummer.
A vine in winter weeps
for the wind's soft blowing,
and the song birds calling
while children are playing
in meadows entralling.
A vine in winter weeps
as loneliness engulfs
a snow white and frozen
landscape with dark shadows
of nature forechosen.
A vine in winter weeps,
as a lonely figure
wanders a country lane,
a wayfarer in search
of a balm for his pain.
With falls last remnants dangling- winter touches
Scarecrows and masked children say "So long" for now
First flakes of white make the snow globe come to life
Sleigh-riders sit tight
The evergreens sparkling their pines from the moon
On the lake the ice-fishers trout takes the bait
Mountaintops of snow like icing on cupcakes
Firepits in flame
Leafless trees of empty bird and squirrel nests
Foot stomps from bucks while they're chasing does in heat
White rabbits run- the coyote on the prowl
Broke branches crackle