Poems About: WINTER

In this page, poems on / about “winter” are listed.

  • 229.
    Frozen Winter Themes

    Our frozen landscape capturing
    A world all fresh and cold
    As we bundle up so warmly
    Winter stories will be told read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 230.
    After A Long Winter

    After a long winter

    The trees begin to sing
    Their warm tenors springing to every frozen crevace read more »

    Lillian P.k
  • 231.
    Lady Winter

    Lady winter
    finally
    caught up
    with me read more »

    Lynzi Berner
  • 232.
    Frosty Fun

    Have you ever given thought

    To all the things this winter brought read more »

    Henry Zeylikovich
  • 233.
    Icy Homestead

    While driving through the icy land
    I came across an old homestead
    Stark empty was its insides
    Didn’t have a single table or bed read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 234.
    Forest In Winter

    Winter’s chill winds again, and the birds
    wing silently through the white pine trees
    searching the snow for food, scratching the ground
    when they find signs of sustenance. read more »

    Rory Hudson
  • 235.
    RETURN TO PARADISE

    God
    Please return to paradise
    Before winter gets here
    Because I don't want to read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 236.
    Veins for Sylvia

    Her love was the worst
    Winter, cold, indifferent
    Ice
    Went for a walk read more »

    r james sterzinger
  • 237.
    Alaskan Balladry

    Krinken was a little child,-
    It was summer when he smiled.
    Oft the hoary sea and grim
    Stretched its white arms out to him, read more »

    Eugene Field
  • 238.
    Krinken

    Krinken was a little child,--
    It was summer when he smiled.
    Oft the hoary sea and grim
    Stretched its white arms out to him, read more »

    Eugene Field
  • 239.
    Winter Nights……

    What is this feeling within my heart;
    Concealed by daylight hours, in a shroud of taut restraint.
    Winter evenings consume, yesterdays pursue me,
    Smiling, speaking, acting – I can cope, I can cope…. read more »

    Adrian Wait
  • 240.
    oh, the winter is here!

    The farmer couldn’t hear the cock’s crowing,
    Though it was six in the morning.
    I fumbled for the clock, bedside
    Because it was still dark outside. read more »

    fadinginto oblivion
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