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.
Wintry Lust
What remains of my sun?
Clouds, facades of the high skies,
obscuring the mirrored daystars of my eyes!
There you are in my sky,
whirling in tears in the wind.
I want to reach up and grab hold of you.
I see the two searing-white pearls
of your eyes in their wintry lust.
I don’t see us together again though.
I want to hold you again in the lilac heat,
embrace in the warmth of your arms,
thaw in their affection.
Clouds, facades of the high skies,
obscuring the mirrored daystars of my eyes!
There you are in my sky,
whirling in tears in the wind.
I want to reach up and grab hold of you.
I see the two searing-white pearls
of your eyes in their wintry lust.
I don’t see us together again though.
I want to hold you again in the lilac heat,
embrace in the warmth of your arms,
thaw in their affection.
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#beauty
#winter
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December Lights
A little bit of loneliness settled into me
From a trip I took downtown.
Even the safe posts to which I return,
My home, the things I know,
Have a sense of unfamiliarity.
A little of the silence I heard outside
In the trip’s aftermath still remains to reside
And when I speak now the sound of my voice
Jars out in the living room like foreign noise.
The quiet night, the lights wrapped around
Wooden porches, make the surrounding space darker,
Harder to see; December lights
In a cold lonely quiet yet quaint, flavored night. ...
From a trip I took downtown.
Even the safe posts to which I return,
My home, the things I know,
Have a sense of unfamiliarity.
A little of the silence I heard outside
In the trip’s aftermath still remains to reside
And when I speak now the sound of my voice
Jars out in the living room like foreign noise.
The quiet night, the lights wrapped around
Wooden porches, make the surrounding space darker,
Harder to see; December lights
In a cold lonely quiet yet quaint, flavored night. ...
#stars
#winter
#MentalHealth #travel
#MentalHealth #travel
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A Faint Fog
Waiting on my frozen icy
heart to melt and become
one with the endless skies.
Disappearing into the ether
never to rain down upon me
ever again.
I am letting go.
Will you?
heart to melt and become
one with the endless skies.
Disappearing into the ether
never to rain down upon me
ever again.
I am letting go.
Will you?
#forgiveness
#winter
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Wintry Mind
Somebody help.
Whether a poet or not, help.
Whether you find this to be a cry for help or just a poem, help.
Today the poison (schizophrenia) that's within my mind has yet again reacted,
causing a paralysis of my mind and soul.
Every season is winter for me.
Summer may bore the longer days though the rays are cold on my skin.
Spring's the birthing season though it's a miscarriage.
Fall is the season where the leaves begin to die, though their death holds so much beauty.
Then the short, dark days of winter, I'm home!
Oh, the snow falls so...
Whether a poet or not, help.
Whether you find this to be a cry for help or just a poem, help.
Today the poison (schizophrenia) that's within my mind has yet again reacted,
causing a paralysis of my mind and soul.
Every season is winter for me.
Summer may bore the longer days though the rays are cold on my skin.
Spring's the birthing season though it's a miscarriage.
Fall is the season where the leaves begin to die, though their death holds so much beauty.
Then the short, dark days of winter, I'm home!
Oh, the snow falls so...
#depression
#winter
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
#apathy
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Winter
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone’
-Goethe
1
The crisp top of each wave
knows Winter as it breaches the wind.
The birds shorten their bodies to it,
ruffling in the breeze where they stand
and the low Sun knows it too;
it sinks a glowing amber disk
surrounded by grey sky.
The land is patched in whitest snow
peppered in browned and grey foliage.
2
How do I know Winter?
She comes to me at night
in light too dim to see. ...
-Goethe
1
The crisp top of each wave
knows Winter as it breaches the wind.
The birds shorten their bodies to it,
ruffling in the breeze where they stand
and the low Sun knows it too;
it sinks a glowing amber disk
surrounded by grey sky.
The land is patched in whitest snow
peppered in browned and grey foliage.
2
How do I know Winter?
She comes to me at night
in light too dim to see. ...
#winter
#nature
#LifeCycle
#MaryOliver
#NaPoWriMo2019
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A Wolf's Prayer
Inari- help me
I, a lone wolf lost in snow
there's blood on my coat
the wind howls mercilessly
I ask, will you guide me home?
Inari- Help me
my paws are cracked, dry and torn
red prints on white land
fading with the setting sun
I'm praying you will hear me
I, a lone wolf lost in snow
there's blood on my coat
the wind howls mercilessly
I ask, will you guide me home?
Inari- Help me
my paws are cracked, dry and torn
red prints on white land
fading with the setting sun
I'm praying you will hear me
#animals
#winter
#snow
#spiritual
#tanka
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The Wooden Hut
Deep in the forest
a coat of snow
an outline of sun
peeping through branches
Zero temperature
static stillness
a wooden hut
surrounded by snow
Shelter
a coat of snow
an outline of sun
peeping through branches
Zero temperature
static stillness
a wooden hut
surrounded by snow
Shelter
#winter
#nature
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cloudy
Cloudy with a chance of rain
And still left with so much pain,
With the cold and loss of heat
I long to burn from underneath,
I’d feel ok if it warmed up
Feel the streets heating my butt,
But for now it just a dream
We’ll have to wait for that sun beam,
We’ll have to dream to shed our clothes
Until summer slowly grows,
Until tan we’ll have to sleep
With the quilt tugged into deep.
And still left with so much pain,
With the cold and loss of heat
I long to burn from underneath,
I’d feel ok if it warmed up
Feel the streets heating my butt,
But for now it just a dream
We’ll have to wait for that sun beam,
We’ll have to dream to shed our clothes
Until summer slowly grows,
Until tan we’ll have to sleep
With the quilt tugged into deep.
#clouds
#summer
#winter #philosophical
#winter #philosophical
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The Path
The path of the heart
is the easiest path
is the easiest path
#summer
#winter
#fall #spring
#fall #spring
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Lucky
Lucky
Large and small
thunder rollers
ground and sky
Off set art
on the walls
Few to many
hurricanes
Icing on the top
Blizzard, Ice storms
in far ^Nord
Recently survived
record braking
snow, cold and floods
in *Omaha
Large and small
thunder rollers
ground and sky
Off set art
on the walls
Few to many
hurricanes
Icing on the top
Blizzard, Ice storms
in far ^Nord
Recently survived
record braking
snow, cold and floods
in *Omaha
#winter
#spring
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Arctic Vortex
Gulf Stream pushed by
Polar cold down into dixieland
ice giants rome empty land and
lie in wait in urban canyons
feasting on the unprotected and
homeless alike
Polar cold down into dixieland
ice giants rome empty land and
lie in wait in urban canyons
feasting on the unprotected and
homeless alike
#storm
#winter
#wind
#nature
#snow
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Permutation
( a Quatern )
I haven’t given it a second thought.
It’s dry and blustery, the winter’s night,
With never snow or rain the way it ought.
I’m definite that Nature’s got it right.
I stare up at the glare, the ceiling fan,
I haven’t given it a second thought.
There sits alone my supper in a can,
And yesterday’s old leftovers I bought.
I listen to the gusts of winter’s rot,
In ev’ry permutation screamed in vain.
I haven’t given it a second thought,
A flicker on the edge my darkest bane.
They say,...
I haven’t given it a second thought.
It’s dry and blustery, the winter’s night,
With never snow or rain the way it ought.
I’m definite that Nature’s got it right.
I stare up at the glare, the ceiling fan,
I haven’t given it a second thought.
There sits alone my supper in a can,
And yesterday’s old leftovers I bought.
I listen to the gusts of winter’s rot,
In ev’ry permutation screamed in vain.
I haven’t given it a second thought,
A flicker on the edge my darkest bane.
They say,...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#night
#wind
#fate
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