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.
for the children of the Holocaust, Ukraine and Gaza
Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails
when thunder howls
when hailstones scream
when winter scowls
when nights compound dark frosts with snow
where does the butterfly go?
Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill,
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief’s a banked fire’s glow,
where does the butterfly go?
And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?
by Michael R. Burch
In my opinion, the most important human rights are the human rights of children to grow up without becoming the victims of racism, inequality, injustice, homelessness, malnutrition, starvation or war. I agree with Gandhi, who said that if we want to live in a better world, we need to start with the children.
I spent a lot of time alone in bed like I am right now
Peeking through my windowsill
And watching little children on bikes with training wheels
But then I looked into my own room, and
Saw something I couldn’t bear
It was like a tornado
But quiet, not a sound
Destructive in its ways that teared me down,
Into pieces, into pieces
I saw something couldn’t bear
It was cold and harsh,
An icy winter air
It was destructive in its ways that tore me down
Over and over again
Left me in its wake to piece back the pieces all again
Selfishly i thought it was the end
But then, but then
The winter came back
But in the disguise of a summer waving goodbye
And it all started again
The loneliness was in the air
Collecting snowflakes in my hair
The season changes were too hard to bear
That I stopped combing my hair
And every little task that I used to find easy
Became a chore that I had to do because of necessity
Ice slowly melts to the new spring
a bride and groom and a new ring
frozen in their best lives
just before an avalanche
The grips of roses and hands
frozen are timely of sands
flaws like a wall of patches
And a cinema of a screening
Into glares of timely oblivion
A horror film of careless stitches
tiny eyes can't see our sins
its the only saving of grace
& we live as the ice wears thin
and we die as the children
have this new world to face.
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 --
This winter, the dogs are hungrier than ever
And birds get away from the rotten trees
The children abandon the orchard every afternoon
And the street cats wail in the lonely nights
Every dusk of this December, I'll go
sit on the cold bench of my orchard
And look at the withering red roses
Till the last ray of the sun departs
The house above the orchard is deserted
Windows rattle and the doors creak
Rusted doorknobs need oil and keys
But the reading lamp, in the corner, gleams.
- Ridah Tariq
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.
Monday
Exactly 45 years in Australia.
In bitter cold Melbourne Victoria.
Came here with few clothes in a tiny luggage.
Now 4 & a half decades later,
Collected lot of baggages.
Some are still good, others are quite damaged.
Was single with bright future.
Met friends here and there, but not dating till 7 years later.
Engaged and called off the wedding to the love of my life.
6 years later, got married, had children and ended all the fun.
One nightmare after another.
Psychologically being tortured.
38 years later, can't help falling for someone who is one & a half decade junior.
There goes my second chance of happiness.
Out it went, my life with romance.
Just want to forget all the pains and headaches,
To enjoy the remaining of my days.
Who is going to take my hand?
For sure, no one will take my whole life too.
But I can't help falling in love with you.
I clicked and learned everything quick,
Except when it comes to romantic.
I promise to myself, no more friendships, just me and music.
That would be fantastic.
You were the 3rd person, I was so fond of.
I loved you from the start.
Help me to end and kindly mend my broken heart.
All empty streets are paved with sleet,
it's not cold enough for a snowfall;
the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep,
he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall!
We expect some heavy snow, don't be caught cold;
power outrage is a possibility, buy candles
and stack up on food and check on friends;
mental health improves: if communication is good!
I spot the hot dog vendor with frozen face and eyes,
his steaming breath is a volcano fuming; he challenges
the brutal weather by rubbing his gloveless fingers;
he curses it aloud: who thinks is mad when he yells?
Wild kids run by the hot dog stand and poke fun at him
saying, " Santa is another fat grinch, he offers nothing! "
" My two children are hungry! " He chases after them;
I hand him a twenty dollars bill: he can't stop smiling!
You can never be ready, she said
I wasn't what you expected.
Listen,
No one told me "postpartum depression"
Until I saw you in the kitchen
With my baby sister at your feet,
White hot tears,
A savage grief,
Out of nowhere.
I was told to go play with my dolls.
Listen,
I thought it was my fault,
So I hid in my dark closet.
Listen,
When you couldn't care for us
I watched for you each day
With blue-brown eyes, mix of two loves,
Seeing your ghost,
The shadow of your blue coat,
In the window,
In the swirling, aching, endless snow
At the edge of winter.
Listen.
I am forever my mother's child.
Trees do sway in the bitter-cold breeze, a field full of snow to the naked eye, it does please.
Hark the angel, carol singers do praise his holiness, holly holly on which the child does pierce his finger; the scent of the dog's trail does linger. Many a traveller did avoid the road but the truck driver like Saint Nicolas must deliver his load.
Fire ablaze in every house, left over pie did attract more than one mouse.
A jovial jocular month spent with gratitude in God's giving and grace
where around the tree children do challenge and chase.
Love and laughter to rejoice this year, a baby in a cradle to shed a momentous tear.
Winter wonder did delight, the star lit sky was all so bright.
Where angels on his immaculate conception sing throughout the night, a season in which to celebrate with a welcome heart-rendering reason
Snow Angels, Snowpeople, and Evergreen Trees
When winter comes, children know how to have fun.
Laughing and catching snowflakes with their tongues
Or lying flat on their backs with arms flapping up and down
While swinging their legs in and out in unison,
Then carefully standing up to step out of the area
To marvel upon the angel shapes they’ve created.
Or roll sticky snow into balls piled upon each
To form snowpeople with stickily arms and no feet,
And coal chunk eyes and smiling lips, and buttoned-up chests
And old scarves wrapped around their necks,
With carrots for their noses and old, worn-out hats on their heads;
That almost made them look real, so the children nodded and said.
And evergreen trees they love to decorate to the hilt,
With pretty ornaments, hanging icicles, and tinsel strings,
And swirls and twirls of twinkling lights wrapped around the tree
And a star of wonder, shining innocently, adorning the top,
With presents underneath wrapped in colourful tissue paper.
The first one to sleep is the first one to rise, come Christmas morning.
***
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
Love for all seasons
For multitudinous reasons
Love all season long
Like a nouveau song
Fall, winter
Spring and summer
The beautiful sparrows are singing
And the children are happily playing.
Love for all seasons
For all imaginable reasons
The beautiful flowers come and go
Like the gorgeous afternoon rainbow
In the absence of the subtle rain
Love leaves an indelible stain
In the hearts of all lovers
And in the souls of all writers.
Love for all seasons
For multiple colors
And for countless reasons
As we admire all and every flowers.
Copyright © Octobre 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Winter dawn
Azure sky
Hidden Sun.
Off and on.
Yet mists gone.
Birds to fly.
Eating pie.
Breakfast done.
at my lawn.
Park close-by
Children run.
Dogs to fawn.
I but none !
Me alone.
Sky says 'Hi !'
Kids make fun.
weather dry.
Early dawn.
there is a record of January 12th, 1888
a day that could remain sad forever
great plains blizzard swept across the valleys
entering the school houses and homes of the settlers
two hundred and thirteen children perished on that day
a blizzard that will always be known as the children’s blizzard
January 12th, 1888, a day of sadness for so many mothers and fathers