Love Winter Poems | Examples
These Love Winter poems are examples of Winter poems about Love. These are the best examples of Winter Love poems written by international poets.
On some winter day
I’d be flying high
Through the pale of grey
To the bluer sky
Never liked the height
Flying frightens me
Bring be back the sight
Of the land and sea
Of the Chilterns plain
Stretching out below
From the window pane
Of the room I know
And the rain keeps wetting
Your shirts on the line
Isn’t it upsetting
How the day goes by..
Before the midnight hour chimed
A white wolf crossed albescent snow
And saw me with its diamond eyes
Shining right into my soul
I miss the woods where Dad and I
Sat by the coppice of conifer trees
The warmth of the winter sun piqued my mind
Nature’s aroma wafting in the breeze
The years have eased the ache of loss
And let the Northwoods live once more
White snow, warm meals, and paths we crossed
Return like footsteps to my door
For every memory, I give thanks
For love, that time cannot unravel
And pray beyond these earthly banks
We’ll meet in Heaven by God’s gavel
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
Goodbye my little August
Here comes your time to fly
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
September’s on the threshold
The summer paid its price
The autumn wind blows cold
Precedes the winter ice
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More leaves at your back door
But memories remain like new
We thought they would, before.
Wake me up when September ends
And autumn’s breath chills white wind
Closing denim door on Summer’s heat
With delightful crisp air of fall breeze
I had a summer I wish to forget
The pain of lost love and red regret
It was a fling that began with spring
I believe in love but love is a dream
So another holiday I’ll spend with me
Not something I hate until winter’s freeze
But that’s welcoming seasons of change
Divorcing summer and heat stroked brain
Putting a log in brick fireplace so warm
And dust off novels to read that charm
Not giving up on love that’s a thrill
But taking time to love me I feel
So this winter I want silver solitude
I’ll write as therapy find my teal truth
Listen to my mahogany favorite tunes
Dancing alone at home in my birthday suit
Love forests and all within- like the stream,
the trees, and every pretty sight,
midwinter days seem,
to me a wonderful delight,
both an awesome adventure and a dream.
I enjoy when the fragile snowflakes pour,
it makes the forest gay,
at night or day,
I always leave wanting to stay some more.
The next morn' I am back to walk the path,
and listen to the songbirds sing,
watch ducks have a bath,
see a cardinal flash his red wing,
the black crows seem to be on the warpath.
Calm water is a mirror reflection,
fallen snow is pearl white,
quite a beautiful sight,
and the courage of nature is my obsession.
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This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
(Blackout of Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow by William Shakespeare)
Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
A love was born in Newfoundland
For a wonderful winter thrill.
As a brothers and sisters band
We would trek to our favorite hill.
With toboggan in tow behind
And a forward lean in the wind,
We braved the elements unkind
To launch freezing runs for the win!
Our thrill was called Suicide Hill
Where the locals who dared would go.
With the chance of boredom nil
We lined up and flew through the snow.
Our cheeks red as roses in bloom
And hands frozen curled 'round the rope
Time and again, we'd all make room
And board the toboggan once more.
When winter blows a chill and freezing breeze.
Stripping the blushes from the autumn rose.
A flower awaits in silence and pleads.
Now cold and encased in white icy woes.
Her gentle petals dressed in softest hue;
Held tight within a harsh crystalline grasp.
Perfect jewel twinkling with morning dew.
A love that the season cannot unmask.
She waits patiently for spring to appear.
Cold on the outside but alive within.
Listening to each song she longs to hear.
Content to bloom her fragrant life again.
My love waits faithfully for Spring to show.
Frigidly wrapped up in winter's white glow.
How is it that, come winter come spring,
in the wind and the sorrow, in the light and the dark,
when time passes and all sighs expire,
as the sun rises over all living things,
and the rivers flow into the bed of night,
while the stars splash light around the sky,
and the moon sighs over the sounding dusk,
still in every confluence of music and light,
in each footfall on the recumbent twilight,
the song of you, the song of you
unending, uninterrupted, unquenchable,
fills my heart with such precious memory
of everything and anything at all
that was ever you, that ever moved
through my life and filled my eyes:
always and forever, dear girl,
the miracle and mystery of you,
the song of love
the song of you.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
winter
windy, dark, cold
white blanket covers all
my love for you lies dead in
the ground
The red barn stood out across the white blanket of snow
Skies were blue and trees showed their strength, holding the snow on branches
- I love winter scenes -
They are so clear, bright, beautiful!
A fresh perspective reaches me every day
A new chance to learn something clear
A new highlight to shine in my life,
in ways maybe only I can understand
I drove by quiet farm land, hills and mountains
My favorite landscape surrounded me
I was safe with borders of strength,
granted insights to guide me all the way
It is ok that I am alone with new discoveries
Because each discovery, is another piece
to the puzzle of my complete purpose
and this purpose will conclude just as bright
Heidi Sands
2/22/26
(C)opyright
Ostrasized, baby I am ostrasized
But still in doubt, should I laugh or cry
Passing by, friends look at the other side
Perhaps they’re too polite to say bye-bye
Occupied, my time is never occupied
I am the master of my every day
Stay awhile, why don’t you come to stay awhile
And we’ll be busy wasting time away
Lovely place, I live in such a lovely place
But now it drowns under tons of snow
In winter haze, I look to see your frozen face
Let’s kiss our frozen lips before we go
Ostrasized, oh baby I feel ostrasized
Disparaged and depressed without a cause
Not surprised, oh why I’m always not surprised
When through my head the westward gale wind blows.
Upon a silent night, the snow descends,
Each flake a wonder swirling from above,
A lattice frail, a dance that never ends,
Pure art bestowed by winter’s tender glove.
I lift my hands to sky in eager love
To snare a crystal marvel, chill and bright,
It lingers soft—a whisper of a dove—
Then melts to water, vanishing from sight.
How swift the moment, how elusive light
That glimmers in a frozen filigree!
We grasp at beauty, only to invite
The proof that all is passing, fleetingly.
Yet in each drop, a memory remains:
The joy of snowflakes dancing down the lanes.