Kids Winter Poems | Examples
These Kids Winter poems are examples of Winter poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Winter Kids poems written by international poets.
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!
Gloomy winter has began,
it will deprive us of freedom,
be ready to greet boredom;
every sad look agrees it can!
Bears are lucky, they go into lethargy,
humans are awake and experience a long solitude;
Tic-Tac and Twitter will keep kids busy,
adults will do their chores with decreased fortitude!
In spring everything sounds merry like Mary,
stop by her small cottage and hear her singing;
she hands dainty flowers to anyone who's listening:
the catch, of course, is a contribution to her charity!
Gloomy winter has began, trees lose their leaves,
flowers their beauty, birds migrate to southern places;
although we like snow: we prefer warm weather,
not much we can do inside, but read the local paper!
I'll free my robin from the cage, he'll follow his buddies;
he loved summer and ate lots of bugs and warbled happily;
sadly, I will confine myself to the creation of new poetry:
Roxy, the golden retriever, will feed and watch her puppies!
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.
We kids sled
past the home of so-long-ago.
We kids wear
snow-black boots and warm
mittens. We kids sled,
on a cold sunny day,
across the Vale’s backyard;
Old-timers let
us kids sled
through flurried laughter,
cheeks frozen-red,
and out all day,
it seemed.
What was Mom doing,
I wonder? I wish I could
dust off the window
and see her
and get a tear in my eye.
The teardrop shape is frozen
in time. We kids sled
without a care in the world.
My daughters rushed into our bedroom and jumped onto our bed
Shouting "Dad get up it's snowing, please get out our sled"
I came to and rose from my bed and then I looked outside
And to be perfectly honest, I'd rather have sat by the fireside.
Well kids rule, and I had to venture out and get out their sled
But I was a bit miffed that my wife, had decided to stay in bed
We all dressed up with thick woollen layers from head to toe
And then we ventured out into a winter wonderland of snow.
It was like a scene from a Christmas card, but with real snow
We all climbed onto the sled and down the steep hill we did go
My daughters were loving it and were all shouting with glee
And I thought nothing like snow to bring out the kid in me.
Written on 14th January 2024
There's winter magic taking place
I see it on each young child's face
going on sleigh rides, throwing snowballs
and making angels when fresh snow falls.
There's excitement in the frosty air,
sledding down hills without a care.
Anticipating presents kept under a tree
hot chocolate for kids, adults get chablis.
Snuggling with a loved one to keep her warm,
knowing you'll protect her from every harm.
In Winter we find magic each night and day
when the wonderland season gets underway.
Autumn echoes slowly fade
As Winter footsteps are seen
Natures spirit tamely sleeps.
Brisk wind whined as the magic
Of the feathery snow spins,
Home warm walls keep day chill out.
Sun's outstretch scattered bright rays,
Blending orange-red streaks clouds
Poise over blue free heaven.
Kids dressed warm with wet mittens,
Looking proud of their snowman
With carrot nose and twig-arms.
1/6/2024
Jack frost dances on my window
With fancy snowflakes as white as snow
Falling with grace on the brown trees
Painting black lace that is a street
We all take cover from the wind
Blowing the lovers making snow angel friends
Side by side on snowy white ground
Despite the chill no one has a frown
Sleet and ice on the lake
Where you find kids at play
They throw snowballs and ice skate
Winter wonderland is this place
12/10/2023
We were so excited and how we waited so as kids,
For the emerald liquid to turn immediately to hard ice.
Which, one day, it so thrillingly, magically, lovingly,did.
I ran.with heart pouding and aglow into my house.
How come I was such a wild child in a frenetic state of hurry?
Why to find my precious,gleaming figure skates, of course!
The luminous, beloved, pond you must know..
Was but four feet from our white back door!
And,we ran to the pomd and brushed off her powered snow.
I saw my face in it, as I delicately touched the pond’s face,
She, my ice enchantress, smiled back,as I told her, how I so missed her.!
She welcomed me back, with loving, wiinter’s sweet.grace!
My emerald enhantress, I skated on you ‘neath God’s auspicious moon.
You were the sweet, happy days of a poet’s memorable, childhood.
I dream of her pond,under winter’s grinning, nightfall,which is soon!
Flakes, like a lady’s gloves,
gently pulled off
finger by finger,
one by one,
laid upon her lap.
The lay of land, it’s lap
of snowy-white
glows in the velvety twilight
of Winter’s hourglass.
Black and white kittens,
both snowballs of sorts,
in puppy love, whilst
the stars sparkle, like
a ballroom dance floor,
shine like waxy-ice.
The flurries, like downy feathers,
float,
so
slowly.
Elegance of lovers
with lady-locks and manly beards.
Kids blink
as they bow and curtsy -
they always miss
the snowman show.
Blows the cold cream
and powder puff.
Glistening of cracking ice.
The tracks of high heels
from endless waltz of Winter night,
and the snowlady is warmed by her fox
trot. Chattering of children’s teeth,
like applause - they’ve stayed up
way too late.
It’s nearly eight.
This year first snowfall of the season starts to cover the ground
Gently being released from the sky above barely making a sound
The morning commute sure to be a motorist plight
Having to dodge vehicles spinning out of control is not a pretty sight
Arriving at work stepping into the frigid morning air
Greeted with a barrage of snowballs coming from everywhere
Trying to fight back I lose my footing and go flying to the ground
The only thing that would make this day better would be to be homeward-bound
As I open the office door a shovel awaits, apparently I draw the short straw
Even a flock of crows swoop down towards me and start to caw
Finally, this day has come and it's time to leave without delay
After what seemed to be an eternity I finally arrived home met by my kids who now wanted me to go out and play
Daffodils blooming,
Robins tweeting in trees,
Pollen is looming,
Sky falling like seas.
Atlanta’s warming -
Bless it’s peachy heart.
Isn’t it charming,
The chill will not part.
Can’t put my clothes away.
Winter keeps springing up.
My woollen socks sashay.
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”
Kids hop, skip and jump,
The joy of April,
Let go of the slump -
Could be they’re grateful…
Tender leaves unfold,
Sun is inviting,
But on the threshold,
The cold’s still biting.
Can’t put my clothes away
Winter keeps springing up
My woollen socks sashay
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”
4/8/2023
At Lake Mission Bell, after the winter scared it solid, kids carve short stories in broken, confused cursive into the ice with pens of sharpened steel. It’s a beautiful thing to watch geniuses compose their art. The other night, before the winter sun fell back into the earth and before the ice reclaimed its smooth canvas, I caught a glimpse of the beginnings of a child’s magnum opus. I’ll do my best to translate the figure eights and cursive Gs or Ys. I’m not a professional but it read
something like this:
“My cousin put an Ace of Spades in his bike wheel and it goes thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap (this goes on for a while) and I love the thwaps so much I put the Queen of Hearts in mine and now we thwap all over town and down to the mini-mart to buy Gatorade and Kit-Kat bars. There’s nothing else I’d rather do and there’s no better card than the Queen of Spades except for maybe the Ace of Spades.”
childhood stories
writ on icy canvases ~
reclaimed by Spring’s thaw
Four fast friends and I sailed away to war.
Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever.
On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor.
His Spring life sap gushed on the stark seashore.
Joe’s gardens were the splendor of Summer.
Bright marigolds bloomed as his youthful kids.
One day a viper he woke from slumber,
Leaving a wife's love to life on the skids.
Autumn’s leafy mosaic graced the ricks
With eye-popping colors down to the cricks.
Ben went for a cheerful leaf crunching stroll
Heart failing, in woods he fell with a roll.
Winter memories parade back to view
Medal of Honor friends we bade adieux.
Shedding tears for things that cannot be passed,
Will and I are racing to finish last.
in cold winter throes
city has frosted over ~
light shimmers on pristine snow
parka covered kids
toss snowballs at each other ~
living within a snow globe
9th January 2023
For Charles Messina's "Winter Sedoka" contest