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.
joeborg
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 8:37am
23rd Aug 2019 8:37am
season changes
Hit the beach till there is time
Spoil the fun will be a crime,
We’ll soon have rain and heavy cloud
The sun will hide out in a shroud,
The cold will come bringing unrest
And all our lives it will congest,
The day will shorten out its light
And all the heat will lose its sprite,
We cannot stop the nature’s course
While all its things provide resource,
So make the best of winter too
And hope the cold won’t turn us blue.
Spoil the fun will be a crime,
We’ll soon have rain and heavy cloud
The sun will hide out in a shroud,
The cold will come bringing unrest
And all our lives it will congest,
The day will shorten out its light
And all the heat will lose its sprite,
We cannot stop the nature’s course
While all its things provide resource,
So make the best of winter too
And hope the cold won’t turn us blue.
#environment
#beach
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 4:05am
19th Aug 2019 4:05am
The Runes Pt. 2: Hagalaz
She breathes
~Skadi~
and all is white
The pack hungers
and they hunt
amidst the coming
storm
Wind-torn fur
breath hung heavily
on bitter air
She sees with the mountain's eyes
and she flies through shrieking skies
bringing life to pale,
silent nights
And when
the wolves
howl
tonight
Winter will come
~Skadi~
and all is white
The pack hungers
and they hunt
amidst the coming
storm
Wind-torn fur
breath hung heavily
on bitter air
She sees with the mountain's eyes
and she flies through shrieking skies
bringing life to pale,
silent nights
And when
the wolves
howl
tonight
Winter will come
#storm
#winter
#wind
#pagan
#magic
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 7:28pm
18th Aug 2019 7:28pm
The Runes Pt. 1 Valknut
pause~
poised on a frozen branch
the winter raven
"vad är ditt pris?"
The cloaked stranger
hidden daggers
fur on leather boots
quietly treading
through snow
A northern breeze
brushes against
onyx feathers
The raven
...blinks
slowly...
then
"Frihet."
poised on a frozen branch
the winter raven
"vad är ditt pris?"
The cloaked stranger
hidden daggers
fur on leather boots
quietly treading
through snow
A northern breeze
brushes against
onyx feathers
The raven
...blinks
slowly...
then
"Frihet."
#winter
#pagan
#magic
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 3:45am
9th Aug 2019 3:45am
XLV 'you' (into winter)
in winter
all worlds are
born to die (in you)
vacant it seems we are
born to live by love (it's true)
"unmoving we pass walking deaths
in idle breaths seldom seen by few"
(behind a dirtied pane you sit) beneath
some loveless halo of doom and hurry (worry)
as black leaves on a tree of life are (hiding)
all my selves in your minds grasp are (abiding)
I shall see you there (falling, recalling)
I shall grieve for the one heart that
died inside mine. what heart
you say mine
what is that you carry ...
all worlds are
born to die (in you)
vacant it seems we are
born to live by love (it's true)
"unmoving we pass walking deaths
in idle breaths seldom seen by few"
(behind a dirtied pane you sit) beneath
some loveless halo of doom and hurry (worry)
as black leaves on a tree of life are (hiding)
all my selves in your minds grasp are (abiding)
I shall see you there (falling, recalling)
I shall grieve for the one heart that
died inside mine. what heart
you say mine
what is that you carry ...
#love
#winter
#EECummings
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 11:14pm
6th Aug 2019 11:14pm
Winter's Fall
What falls beyond the passing of Autumn?
The chill hath made the stems of orange hues brittle,
only these leaves had better known – yet knew too little!
The carpets of evergreens frosted with snow,
now as yule logs, they’ll surely know!
The arctic is desolate and void of the falling hue,
though the fighting man shall have life and never fall in the igloo.
The solstice of our season, the day gives into the night.
The chill hath made the stems of orange hues brittle,
only these leaves had better known – yet knew too little!
The carpets of evergreens frosted with snow,
now as yule logs, they’ll surely know!
The arctic is desolate and void of the falling hue,
though the fighting man shall have life and never fall in the igloo.
The solstice of our season, the day gives into the night.
#winter
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 8:42am
6th Aug 2019 8:42am
snow 1956
Snow 1956
Snowy night, streets were covered in a calm,
carpet of white and since it was Sunday morning,
with few cars about, the grubby town looked as
beautiful as a fairy tale; till Monday, when traffic
would churn snow into yellow, dirty slush and
people, in black or drab grey, would have mist
coming out of their mouths as they moaned about
the weather. In the park, the snow would last for
days and I could make my footprints large by
subbing my feet on white ground land contrasting
black trees and pale sky made for stark...
Snowy night, streets were covered in a calm,
carpet of white and since it was Sunday morning,
with few cars about, the grubby town looked as
beautiful as a fairy tale; till Monday, when traffic
would churn snow into yellow, dirty slush and
people, in black or drab grey, would have mist
coming out of their mouths as they moaned about
the weather. In the park, the snow would last for
days and I could make my footprints large by
subbing my feet on white ground land contrasting
black trees and pale sky made for stark...
#winter
#fall
#spring #night
#spring #night
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2019 8:55pm
3rd Aug 2019 8:55pm
Bonfire Night
Fireworks, like a marching drumbeat
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling
Filling the sky with bright colours
Pink
Purple
Sounds
A cannon
A waterfall
A display of lightning and thunder
And then stillness
Midnight
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling
Filling the sky with bright colours
Pink
Purple
Sounds
A cannon
A waterfall
A display of lightning and thunder
And then stillness
Midnight
#winter
#night
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JusTim_
Poem Published
1st Aug 2019 5:57pm
1st Aug 2019 5:57pm
The Summer of Love
It was the summer of love
heat captured 'round every corner
wide eye morning winks and blushed nights
no filter of pretty pink sunsets
or orange hues of hidden moonlit bliss
there were kisses under plum trees
and sun soaked soliloquies swimming down stream
life didn't hesitate, we just screamed
and screwed
what ever was the plan
you took my heart and I your hand
things, grand
as we frolicked in the sand and surf
not knowing how much it was really worth
until
it was gone
and now...
heat captured 'round every corner
wide eye morning winks and blushed nights
no filter of pretty pink sunsets
or orange hues of hidden moonlit bliss
there were kisses under plum trees
and sun soaked soliloquies swimming down stream
life didn't hesitate, we just screamed
and screwed
what ever was the plan
you took my heart and I your hand
things, grand
as we frolicked in the sand and surf
not knowing how much it was really worth
until
it was gone
and now...
#love
#summer
#winter
#fall
#LifeCycle
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
crows
Crows
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#night
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 5:06pm
18th Jul 2019 5:06pm
Sacrifice ° Circles
Life and breath
I sacrificed the seasons
and gave them to death
Temperature-
separate the air
on hoarfrost mornings
take with you
a lock of my hair
I go in circles
a turning of stars
a rotation of this
∞ universe ∞
bursting into my fragments
and now I'm waiting for you
to come back home
°
I sacrificed the seasons
and gave them to death
Temperature-
separate the air
on hoarfrost mornings
take with you
a lock of my hair
I go in circles
a turning of stars
a rotation of this
∞ universe ∞
bursting into my fragments
and now I'm waiting for you
to come back home
°
#love
#hope
#universe #winter
#universe #winter
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Utesch
Poem Published
6th Jul 2019 7:05pm
6th Jul 2019 7:05pm
Woke Up in Coldness
A bobbing ice-cube hits the edges of a heavy handed glass.
No time for the natives.
As the black snake carves its footprint on their landscape.
Sea critters have basic reading and writing needs,
But the writers block is heavy at the bottom of the ocean.
The fires that kill us slowly burn even in deep space.
Like two worlds colliding.
Floating like mushroom spores in spring scattered by chaotic elves with curved boots,
Shoelaces always tied up to their knee in a democratic society.
Friendly doors open up their tree home.
Shelves full of tea...
No time for the natives.
As the black snake carves its footprint on their landscape.
Sea critters have basic reading and writing needs,
But the writers block is heavy at the bottom of the ocean.
The fires that kill us slowly burn even in deep space.
Like two worlds colliding.
Floating like mushroom spores in spring scattered by chaotic elves with curved boots,
Shoelaces always tied up to their knee in a democratic society.
Friendly doors open up their tree home.
Shelves full of tea...
#winter
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oldgolfer
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 4:56am
2nd Jul 2019 4:56am
A Farmer's Night
The cottage stands alone,
verandah posts askew,
the hand-sawn walls buckled
At its heart is a coal-range
Its wooden floor is shiny with wear
The old farmer comes in alone
He fills the range with sticks,
his gut with liquor
There is no food
No music
No wife
The heat trickles out[;
he listens to the night -
the wind in the grass,
the swoop of a bird.
He hears his dogs, too,
stretching the chain
The cold falls
verandah posts askew,
the hand-sawn walls buckled
At its heart is a coal-range
Its wooden floor is shiny with wear
The old farmer comes in alone
He fills the range with sticks,
his gut with liquor
There is no food
No music
No wife
The heat trickles out[;
he listens to the night -
the wind in the grass,
the swoop of a bird.
He hears his dogs, too,
stretching the chain
The cold falls
#winter
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