Poems About: WINTER

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

  • 337.
    Winter Solstice Greetings

    A blanket of snow
    glistens fluffy and white
    Tucks us in, oh so cozy
    for the long winter night read more »

    Janet K. Rauch
  • 338.
    Villanelle: Blackbird

    The freakish cawing from the blackbird’s bill,
    In autumn after other birds had fled,
    Impaled the air and signaled winter’s chill. read more »

    Richard St. Clair
  • 339.
    I Remember the Snows in the Summer's Light

    I remember the snows in the summer's light
    Thinking of winter in summer;
    When I see the blue, I see white; read more »

    Dejan Stojanovic
  • 340.
    Winter

    a could winter wind
    blows through the sad winter trees
    a photograph of him looking back
    floats down on the wind read more »

    chantel weston
  • 341.
    Winter Blossom

    When the night stretches on
    And the stars grow old
    We find our courage fall
    Like the winter blossom read more »

    Rory slevin
  • 342.
    With All my Love From Buffalo...Her Rebuttal

    on our wedding night
    I buried myself into
    your arms
    you buried yourself read more »

    r james sterzinger
  • 343.
    A Pleasant Day For July

    In the cool sun of mid Winter a gentle northern breeze
    Is whispering in the parkland on the gum and wattle trees
    The leaves are quietly stirring as the branches gently sway
    And the sparrows are chirping on a pleasant Winter's day. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 344.
    Winter Nights

    Winter time is here once more,
    The Days Shine shorter,
    Winter Nights grow longer. read more »

    jorge rojas
  • 345.
    Black Snow

    Winter has come
    He'll show us
    What will come upon
    The forever lasting signs read more »

    Elisha De La Rosa
  • 346.
    Shall I compare thee to a dark winter night?

    Shall I compare thee to a dark winter night?
    Thou art more complex and more constant:
    Rough winds do shake the circular and beaming moon,
    And winter’s lease hath all too long a date: read more »

    Jeffrey Liminsang
  • 347.
    The Snow

    The voice of the tree gets frozen
    and the snow falls on the heart of the winter

    it has been broken read more »

    Jyotishman Debnath
  • 348.
    A Morning In Late June

    In the cold depths of Winter the grey butcherbird sing
    And only nine weeks or thereabouts till the first breath of Spring
    Five days ago of daylight hours the year's shortest day
    And time it keeps ticking and ticking away. read more »

    Francis Duggan
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