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.
Tenderloin
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 11:47am
17th Jan 2024 11:47am
Body Of Warmth
I can only undress at night
if I know you are so close
that your skin came warm me,
sliding in beside me
my lips to your shoulder
the rise of my appreciation
butting up
against the entry
of the only true antidote
to tackle the chill in the room,
your body
more than capable
of delivering
the only heat I really need.
if I know you are so close
that your skin came warm me,
sliding in beside me
my lips to your shoulder
the rise of my appreciation
butting up
against the entry
of the only true antidote
to tackle the chill in the room,
your body
more than capable
of delivering
the only heat I really need.
#winter
#lover
#sensual
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 10:02pm
16th Jan 2024 10:02pm
thoughts on the way home
so cold
outside
and it’s fine
until it
gets inside
you
outside
and it’s fine
until it
gets inside
you
#winter
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 3:59am
12th Jan 2024 3:59am
A Sonnet for The Solstice
Here we are at winter's solstice
where it's tough to stay warm and dry.
Yet some things from summer I will not miss
such as the lazy bumble fly.
Or excessive auto exhaust.
Or thorns on blackberry vines.
And roadkill, by Goodyear tire embossed,
whereon that bumble fly dines.
Such scenes on hot August asphalt
make summer such a wretched thing,
like that whole humidity gestalt
with all of its hidrosis cling!
The best time on the calendar, or clocks,
is either one, or the other...equinox!
where it's tough to stay warm and dry.
Yet some things from summer I will not miss
such as the lazy bumble fly.
Or excessive auto exhaust.
Or thorns on blackberry vines.
And roadkill, by Goodyear tire embossed,
whereon that bumble fly dines.
Such scenes on hot August asphalt
make summer such a wretched thing,
like that whole humidity gestalt
with all of its hidrosis cling!
The best time on the calendar, or clocks,
is either one, or the other...equinox!
#winter
#nature
#astronomy
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 6:41pm
5th Jan 2024 6:41pm
The Curse of Grey
The curse of grey seizes
at the bone and twists a little.
It’s cold.
A season of dying
grips the heart of things
while bad memories fall with
the dead leaves.
I cry to the winter for understanding.
None comes.
Shadows fall to stonier edges,
a mood darkened.
There’s still movement underneath
and I am alive.
Such is the inhalation
of the frost.
A breath of death perhaps making
way for the reborn.
Sitting in silence
to ponder these things.
I suppose I’ll build a fire.
at the bone and twists a little.
It’s cold.
A season of dying
grips the heart of things
while bad memories fall with
the dead leaves.
I cry to the winter for understanding.
None comes.
Shadows fall to stonier edges,
a mood darkened.
There’s still movement underneath
and I am alive.
Such is the inhalation
of the frost.
A breath of death perhaps making
way for the reborn.
Sitting in silence
to ponder these things.
I suppose I’ll build a fire.
#depression
#winter
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ChocoLaaTTe
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 8:57am
4th Jan 2024 8:57am
Last Christmas...
Those frilly little snowflakes
the melancholic cold winter breeze
fresh frosty freeze on your nose
No hot chocolate but some cakes
wish there was snow, to seize
the days of cold, cheeks that froze
Hand to hold, walk the holly
and then at night, feel the jolly
mistletoe, presents-a-plenty
How I wished
for a white Christmas this year,
no presents wrapped
none but a lone cheer,
no tree, and lights that sneer
as I drive past these festive streets.
Santa...
the melancholic cold winter breeze
fresh frosty freeze on your nose
No hot chocolate but some cakes
wish there was snow, to seize
the days of cold, cheeks that froze
Hand to hold, walk the holly
and then at night, feel the jolly
mistletoe, presents-a-plenty
How I wished
for a white Christmas this year,
no presents wrapped
none but a lone cheer,
no tree, and lights that sneer
as I drive past these festive streets.
Santa...
#winter
#Christmas
#funny #NewYear
#funny #NewYear
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 00:53am
4th Jan 2024 00:53am
winter angel
winter angel
tressed leaves
in tea-bag scarf
winter mint
sweet and fresh
as a cup of peppermint tea
bijou
brew bearer
of spirit warmth
winter angel
tressed leaves
in tea-bag scarf
winter mint
sweet and fresh
as a cup of peppermint tea
bijou
brew bearer
of spirit warmth
winter angel
#women
#beauty
#winter
#coffee
#tea
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 3:48pm
29th Dec 2023 3:48pm
forever in winter
the mood of winter
and his exciting cock
wrapped in the layers of wool,
Mmmmmmmmmmm
ready to serve me
yummy yummy warm soup...
and his exciting cock
wrapped in the layers of wool,
Mmmmmmmmmmm
ready to serve me
yummy yummy warm soup...
#sex
#erotic
#winter
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 12:12pm
29th Dec 2023 12:12pm
Beyond The Old Stone Bridge
I sprang forth like a Geyser, outside and up onto the mountain.i got that eager whim coming from a tweeter outside my house,a chirping call in jocund vibes cast a spell on me
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
#winter
#morning
#dawn
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 00:19am
29th Dec 2023 00:19am
don’t like going out of an evening
I don’t like going out of an evening
at home is all
I desire
a good book,
a large scotch and an armchair by the fire
at home is all
I desire
a good book,
a large scotch and an armchair by the fire
#winter
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javalini
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 12:27pm
24th Dec 2023 12:27pm
WINTER'S FIELD
brown on muted gold on grey,
this vista, plain,
pallid in winter chill,
waiting for visions of eye and mind
to find beauty in its homely
countenance
a lone tree in damp,
grey slumber
low clouds, a thin blanket
in the cold December mist
this moss, a tiny spot
of weary green
this vista, plain,
pallid in winter chill,
waiting for visions of eye and mind
to find beauty in its homely
countenance
a lone tree in damp,
grey slumber
low clouds, a thin blanket
in the cold December mist
this moss, a tiny spot
of weary green
#winter
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LongTubiFree
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 9:01pm
22nd Dec 2023 9:01pm
Winter awaits her love
Cold, gray skies
trees leafless, not ready to die
gentle breeze rustles limbs
reminding us of summer's whims.
Nothing has ended
snow has only blended
the gray hues together
to form a beautiful nature sweater
to adorn the world in it's mourning
only waiting for spring's lovely morning
to awaken what was asleep
and to finally grant us peace to keep.
trees leafless, not ready to die
gentle breeze rustles limbs
reminding us of summer's whims.
Nothing has ended
snow has only blended
the gray hues together
to form a beautiful nature sweater
to adorn the world in it's mourning
only waiting for spring's lovely morning
to awaken what was asleep
and to finally grant us peace to keep.
#trees
#winter
#nature
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 4:23pm
22nd Dec 2023 4:23pm
Pagan Carol
To Yule a good year
in the old Celtic way,
the Holly King rides
to break the last day.
The druids assemble
in pitch and in gloam,
to see the King’s train
ride onwards to roam.
So let us all stand
upon Charlemagne’s grave,
the pagan soul breathes
and clamours to save.
in the old Celtic way,
the Holly King rides
to break the last day.
The druids assemble
in pitch and in gloam,
to see the King’s train
ride onwards to roam.
So let us all stand
upon Charlemagne’s grave,
the pagan soul breathes
and clamours to save.
#winter
#Christmas
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