Rhyme Winter Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Winter poems are examples of Winter poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Winter Rhyme 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.
woe, to my woken, winter's sleep
dark shadows chilling my hollow
springs well up, orbs forever weep
winter rings...no spring will follow
bitter is the cold, bitter so old
bitter for just...one last, first start
sprinklings of springs, so young and bold
now, ice-slick sickles, sever my heart
oh, bitter is the winter of my death
bitter keeps ring, ringing, my phone
bitter is...the hindering of breath
bitter is...my winter alone
On the wind, leaves from oaks bless away
prayers, though silent, leave a gentle grace
like cinnamon, pumpkin spice and gray
blessing so quietly it feels like loves here to stay
soon winter will visit with its chilly embrace
and I’ll hear the joy of Christmas as I pray
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
Words slur out drains in an alley,
winter chills as the flooding reaches
her sleeping bag & freezing feet
she reminiscences summer-time beaches,
flawed are the pieces in an art gallery
the beauty is in the artist's reaches,
of a society's greet on a bus seat,
a messiah washes away the bloody.
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
I hear the gale.
Rain on its tail.
Stock up. Put 'taters in the bin.
A raucous wail.
Tree branches fail.
Winter's fury returns again.
Winter warmth, comfort eating,
Dog house took some beating,
Dog got fat, so did I,
Sunny clothes did heave their sigh,
Guess, Dog, this is our fat day,
Thinner salads shall hold sway,
Lettuce shreds, lack a day,
Fat days, thin days, my yo-yo way!
When images of distant hills
turn more solemn, still and strange,
and all nature seems prognostic
of some dark and more deadly change.
In a star-filled midnight Heaven,
brooding and full of new-born thought
the patient poet stands watching
by whom liberation is brought.
Under trees all clothed in silver,
near the houses touched with white,
as chilly Winter kisses Earth
beneath the canopy of night –
He must bow in silent homage
to the pallid and pensive train
of stars that shine down such glory
on this wintery spirit’s reign.
Autumn brings cool days even falling green,
mingled with red, yellow and orange leaves;
until all the branches are bare though still serene,
but the beauty of the dancing leave is sublime-
Halcyon intricate jaunty kaleidoscopic leaves,
swirling, twirling, whirling, leaping, flying;
all that beauty so divine in time interweaves,
'til decay ... and the winter trees remain-
Abrupt breezes chilly days even frostbitten gloves,
oh, farewell to my beloved garden;
goodbye roses, tangled vines, my herbs and foxgloves,
rest beneath a blanket of snow my loves-
Mother's name only peeks quiescent,
all else is hidden beneath the pure white;
kneeling ... I leave a bright bouquet iridescent,
oh, dearest rest beneath your snowy quilt 'til spring-
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.
Frozen streams are calm incidents of winter
When lean, broken stems seem dead and gone
But the way things stand now in the nearby minster,
Canticles accompanied by spawning candles are worn.
Your love is as welcome as a gentle summer breeze,
Feeling its depth brings me to my knees.
It's as soothing as a massage at the end of a long day,
Yet intriguing and exciting in its own way.
For lasting an eternity is that for which I pray,
Its many manifestations are on daily display.
It gives me such joy, its aim is to please,
And warms my soul during winter's cold freeze.
Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the wind
storm clouds in the evening sky
bring it all back again
poring over unwritten letters
in the solitude of night
a dim lit candle shining star white light
telephone silent unanswered
candlelight quietly dimmed
unwritten letters to no one
start it all over again
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
and if I love you only
will you stay by my side
I reached a hand
Into the snow
The chilly ice
Once vibrant glow
It's Winter's wish
A painful spree
The absent warmth
Of no degree
Although I try
To stay alive
Your touch confirms
No love could thrive
Until the crystals
Of your heart
Can beat a path
Back to the start
I'll leave a message
By transient hand
No passer by
Shall understand
A heart-shaped sign
To melt away
Perhaps to write
Another day..