Funny Winter Poems | Examples
These Funny Winter poems are examples of Winter poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Winter Funny poems written by international poets.
Herodotus thought that the sun,
When blown from its course, summer's done.
That wasn't quite true,
Was maybe coo-coo,
But thinking about it is fun.
There is only one man who I pity.
And it is he; for whom all hope is gone.
For there is not a day quite as shatty;
as a winter’s day in a porta john…
Katie’s ribs pressed against her skin,
the sharp angles of a body once soft.
She lifted her blouse, let me see—
the stubs, the little bumps,
two perfect incisions smooth as marble.
I swallowed.
Physically lubricious—I couldn’t do it.
Her perfume fought the chemo stench.
Coiffed mascara, a careful face,
a practiced smile, teeth too straight.
She asked if I still wrote poetry.
I said nothing.
Once, she stretched across the hood of my car,
blonde roots peeking through red box dye,
sipping melted ice from a gas station cup,
her freckles a map I traced in secret.
She could talk for hours,
a queen without a kingdom.
She whispered after the hysterectomy,
baby gravy’s got nowhere to go.
No need for rubber—
I trust you.
I left the room, shame humming in my jaw,
the sound of her voice stuck in my teeth.
Later, I cried.
I felt unwelcome in our home,
a crowded place where I was alone.
So, I went out into the cold,
wandering out to take a look,
and settling on a stony crook
in the pathway of a brook
where clear water rolled.
Shafts of light shown through the trees
which gentled rustled in the breeze,
and it struck me kind of funny -
from tree to tree there grew a vine,
and on it, an ant trail formed a line,
no longer alone, I felt fine.
It was winter cold, but sunny.
a cure for the chill winter blues....jason momoa in
a loincloth
we met for coffee early one snowy day
i was nervous you were funny
it was magical and felt... just right
AP: 3rd place 2025
Heading into Bethlehem ...
Three Wise Men,
In search of a stable.
Heading out of Bethlehem ...
Three Wise Turkeys,
While they were - still able.
There once was a snowman named Ray
Who dreamed of a tropical bay
He packed his sunscreen
And flew to the scene
But melted as soon as he lay
*I wrote this poem on January 19, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 19 and the prompt was: Can you write a funny limerick about a snowman who wants to go on holiday?
Dashing through the snow,
It's thirty-two below,
My hands are cold, my feet are numb,
For some this weather sure ain't fun.
My eyes are tearing up,
My nose has turned bright red,
My fingers hurt, the car won't start,
I should have stayed in bed.
Ohhhh! Off to work, Off to work,
I gotta get to work.
The car won't start, the battery died,
I'll have to try to hitch a ride.
Standing in the cold.
I'm waiting for the bus.
If I don't freeze to death today,
It's 'cause pneumonia got me fust.
He said it was muddy. I refused to believe it as it was snowing.
We were on a high avalanche.
But we were both too advanced in this world!
He said it was snowing. I refused as it was snowfall.
That led to a never-ending snowball!
It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life
all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most..
though list grows shorter with each passing day
thoughts align in proper time as desires sway
storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter,
and chicken salad on toast.
To be true others may find want of finer things.
fancying first class flight or latest in 'lectric cars,
refined tastes in Nanterre brioche or imported caviars
yet never replace good company a heart brings.
As winter closes, and spring finds its way home,
eternally grateful for all new pleasures won
give thanks warm day's return in rising and setting sun
yet alone, to bygone days my thoughts may roam.
Yeah, there'll always be chicken salad and sunsets..
perhaps a slice of keylime pie or two.
When I look back to a wonderful past,
what I'll miss most
is you.
Inside woolly mittens, they kept each other warm
From frigid, chilly temperatures amidst a winter storm
They huddled up together, these friendly fingers four
Until they heard, "Hey! I am not here to ignore!"
It was their stubby next door neighbor, Thumb.
"You're warm together in a mitten but I'm going numb!
It really isn't fair and what's worse I cannot see.
I'm bustin' outta this mitten, I'm going to be free!"
So this stout, angry thumb worked until he poked a hole
Looking out into the snow as cold began to take it's toll
Just as he began to regret and gain some clarity
Four friendly little fingers poked holes in solidarity
What's a bit of frostbite for four loyal digits smitten
In a fingerless glove that used to be a woolly mitten
January 19, 2023
my sister turned light chartreuse
after hearing on the news
the end is quite near
a blizzard all year
so we recommend snowshoes.
the bald eagle
wishes for a wool watch cap
...santa's dilemma
John G. Lawless
©12/11/2022
sunny winters hearts
snow barking yet a little
wet chow-chow barks
4/3/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022