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.
The time of the year
The cold wind blows,
The snow falls down.
The air is chill,
All around.
We bundle up,
And feel the freeze,
Winter’s here,
With icy breeze.
The snow falls down.
The air is chill,
All around.
We bundle up,
And feel the freeze,
Winter’s here,
With icy breeze.
#hope
#snow
#winter
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Magical Winter
winter
fall leaves falling
quietness in the air
this is a winter wonderland
be still
fall leaves falling
quietness in the air
this is a winter wonderland
be still
#cinquain
#magic
#nature #winter
#nature #winter
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light snowing
what
winter
garments
she wore,
how tender
a kiss, her
light snow,
over what
was
widespread
and revealing
beneath,
a confession,
expression,
slowly
recorded.
winter
garments
she wore,
how tender
a kiss, her
light snow,
over what
was
widespread
and revealing
beneath,
a confession,
expression,
slowly
recorded.
#morning
#nature
#sky
#snow
#winter
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Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
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winter grieves
the light
sorrowing
and shortens,
it's deepest
silence
falling like
leaves,
see the
mournful
branches
hanging bare,
but come
next spring
your heart
will be
full again,
when the
warmth
charms you
again.
sorrowing
and shortens,
it's deepest
silence
falling like
leaves,
see the
mournful
branches
hanging bare,
but come
next spring
your heart
will be
full again,
when the
warmth
charms you
again.
#LifeCycle
#nature
#spring
#trees
#winter
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Black Tree Forest
Tha path into the black tree forest
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.
Awaiting the sugared innocence
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried.
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.
Awaiting the sugared innocence
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried.
#LifeCycle
#trees
#winter
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The First Snow
When the first snow falls
Everything becomes silent
Mother Nature purifies the land
Crystalizing life with her cold cover
Everything becomes silent
Mother Nature purifies the land
Crystalizing life with her cold cover
#nature
#snow
#winter
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summer past
too quietly,
you have
been
stripped
my love,
you have
lost
your clothes
of green,
of color,
now cool
hands prevail
over your
beating heart.
you have
been
stripped
my love,
you have
lost
your clothes
of green,
of color,
now cool
hands prevail
over your
beating heart.
#evolution
#nature
#summer
#trees
#winter
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Winter Is Coming
Winter is coming,
a whisper in the air,
sharp as the bite of frost,
cloaking the trees in white.
Leaves drop in silence,
their rustling hushed
beneath a blanket of snow,
like secrets buried deep.
The sun fades early,
casting long shadows,
cool breaths curl like smoke,
and lights twinkle in the dusk.
Children bundle up tight,
racing through icy streets,
giggling as snowflakes swirl,
each one a tiny wonder,
catching dreams on their tongues.
...
a whisper in the air,
sharp as the bite of frost,
cloaking the trees in white.
Leaves drop in silence,
their rustling hushed
beneath a blanket of snow,
like secrets buried deep.
The sun fades early,
casting long shadows,
cool breaths curl like smoke,
and lights twinkle in the dusk.
Children bundle up tight,
racing through icy streets,
giggling as snowflakes swirl,
each one a tiny wonder,
catching dreams on their tongues.
...
#winter
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A Winter Night
Silently rolling still
'Neath cast planetary night
Breathes the crystalline horizon
Under ages of eon
Befallen crescent eclipse
Barren cold barrels
As frost planes sweep
Freezing with a touch
Where the earthen gathers
From ether to dust
Stopping waterways
Like time in space afar
Courses meander
Between the deep
Unfolding suspense
Traveling distant
Atmospheric pass
As silhouette and shadow ...
'Neath cast planetary night
Breathes the crystalline horizon
Under ages of eon
Befallen crescent eclipse
Barren cold barrels
As frost planes sweep
Freezing with a touch
Where the earthen gathers
From ether to dust
Stopping waterways
Like time in space afar
Courses meander
Between the deep
Unfolding suspense
Traveling distant
Atmospheric pass
As silhouette and shadow ...
#earth
#moon
#night
#sun
#winter
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They Come Back Through
a psalm for Samhain
They come back through on Halloween…
The line between the living and the dead
is frailest come evensong, when light is seen
to die beyond the farms, and bread
is broken one last time before the winter sheen
outspreads across the roof of each homestead.
They come back through on Halloween,
the sailors lost when campfires
became confused with lighthouses,
the children dead by violence,
the battle-scared and lost, all echoes of whence
we go when forced to cross the line between.
They come back...
They come back through on Halloween…
The line between the living and the dead
is frailest come evensong, when light is seen
to die beyond the farms, and bread
is broken one last time before the winter sheen
outspreads across the roof of each homestead.
They come back through on Halloween,
the sailors lost when campfires
became confused with lighthouses,
the children dead by violence,
the battle-scared and lost, all echoes of whence
we go when forced to cross the line between.
They come back...
#ghosts
#Halloween
#mythology #winter
#mythology #winter
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ONE HEART (II)-(newly revised, much longer, expanded revision)
ONE HEART
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE ...
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE ...
#fall
#LifeCycle
#memories
#SelfReflection
#winter
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DU Poetry : Winter Poems