Winter Poems
#winter
Winter poems about the coldest season of the year, December to February in the northern hemisphere and June to August in the southern hemisphere. Winter brings short dark days and stillness, as nature sleeps. Here you'll find poems about the beauty of the winter months, and also poems about dealing with cold and challenging weather.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:03pm
8th Jan 2025 7:03pm
Obelisks
Wintry tears drip deep
into icy, dark waters
The stream is endless,
as she came to me in the form of paradise
As I envisioned
I made a decision
Wisdom floats
as infinity awaits
into icy, dark waters
The stream is endless,
as she came to me in the form of paradise
As I envisioned
I made a decision
Wisdom floats
as infinity awaits
#nature
#utopia
#water
#winter
#wisdom
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
One Winter In North Wales
The temperature dropped to -19c
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#science
#winter
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
Beer & Murder
During the 2000's a severe winter storm kept temperatures in the 20's and thousands of homes in Southern Texas, without power for several days. It was perhaps a combination of cabin fever and alcohol that led one woman to shoot her 71 year old husband to death in the kitchen of their home. He gave her a can of warm beer. It had occurred to neither one of them to chill a six-pack on the back porch!
#alcohol
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory
#winter
46 reads
9 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:57am
30th Dec 2024 8:57am
evergreen trees
how i
think of
evergreen
trees
for winter,
their
branches
easily
reaching,
still holding
life,
cold
rumors
spoken
out loud,
but
the trees
refuse to
believe
the weather.
think of
evergreen
trees
for winter,
their
branches
easily
reaching,
still holding
life,
cold
rumors
spoken
out loud,
but
the trees
refuse to
believe
the weather.
#nature
#trees
#winter
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8 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 5:47am
25th Dec 2024 5:47am
drifting (my favorite season)
how these
seasons
drifting,
each tied
but break
apart,
i glimpse
asking
towards
what
remains
unfolding,
i'm halted
when each
season's
beauty
complicates
choosing.
seasons
drifting,
each tied
but break
apart,
i glimpse
asking
towards
what
remains
unfolding,
i'm halted
when each
season's
beauty
complicates
choosing.
#fall
#inspirational
#spring
#summer
#winter
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8 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 11:38pm
19th Dec 2024 11:38pm
perspective
I look into the mirror.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
#alcohol
#dark
#moon
#sadness
#winter
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Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 2:30pm
19th Dec 2024 2:30pm
Beneath snow’s blanket
In the absence of it all, like a calm dawn in a long, dry winter
Nestled in cabins; stoking fires from the bodies of pine
and the skin of the birch
Twig fingerlings and the parchment of the crass inflict fervency to the flame
The prior prod of the cold has relented
As I dally through the meadows lain of white,
my footprints are like pressed art to the earth, revealing my every intention
Like a visual chronicle defining my aspirations
Winter is both life and death;
fleeting moments of here and beyond
The lull peaks my curiosity...
Nestled in cabins; stoking fires from the bodies of pine
and the skin of the birch
Twig fingerlings and the parchment of the crass inflict fervency to the flame
The prior prod of the cold has relented
As I dally through the meadows lain of white,
my footprints are like pressed art to the earth, revealing my every intention
Like a visual chronicle defining my aspirations
Winter is both life and death;
fleeting moments of here and beyond
The lull peaks my curiosity...
#winter
117 reads
2 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:27am
14th Dec 2024 6:27am
Fog
wintry morning sun
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
--R K Singh
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
--R K Singh
#morning
#winter
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SeaCat
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
Nasturtiums in light snow
Cold bites to my bones, stings my skin, joking
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
#fall
#summer
#winter
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 11:10am
13th Dec 2024 11:10am
Love Lasts Forever
A cold December night
It changed his whole life
She'd not been long his wife
But in that night she died
Helpless - he stands there all alone
Lonely - a long hard way to go
When they first met the angels sang
It was love at first sight
Her lovely smile, her happiness
Will never leave his mind
He loved to dance with her
The plans they've had are over now
He can not hold his tears
He tries to go his way somehow
But he's to sad to bear
He can not forget her
In some nights he can find no sleep ...
It changed his whole life
She'd not been long his wife
But in that night she died
Helpless - he stands there all alone
Lonely - a long hard way to go
When they first met the angels sang
It was love at first sight
Her lovely smile, her happiness
Will never leave his mind
He loved to dance with her
The plans they've had are over now
He can not hold his tears
He tries to go his way somehow
But he's to sad to bear
He can not forget her
In some nights he can find no sleep ...
#death
#loneliness
#love
#sadness
#winter
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Shon
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
Jack Frost
Twas an early December morn.
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
#morning
#night
#winter
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2 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 1:46pm
8th Dec 2024 1:46pm
Desolation
Wolves howl
As the shrieking cold of winter
Brushes over the barren lands
beneath the endless time continuum
Of the starry night
Aurora Borealis paints the skies
In cool relief
Until the darkness is no more
in the dawn’s early morning light
As the shrieking cold of winter
Brushes over the barren lands
beneath the endless time continuum
Of the starry night
Aurora Borealis paints the skies
In cool relief
Until the darkness is no more
in the dawn’s early morning light
#stars
#universe
#winter
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