Poems About: WINTER

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

  • 349.
    Weary Winter

    The blinding sun of winter,
    Beating on sad souls.
    Where snow runs deep on the ground outside,
    Compacting under our feet. read more »

    Sarah2 McMahon
  • 350.
    Season of Love

    Winter sky so dark with stars so bright
    brings a glow of sheer delight.
    Diamond's woven into a cloak of navy blue
    the scene is set for all things new. read more »

    Veronica Black
  • 351.
    Only as Winter

    Beneath a blanket of frosty snow,
    Silently sleeping below icy green,
    Slowly swimming under black ice,
    But only as winter did you know. read more »

    Jack Dylan
  • 352.
    Winter at the End of the Journey

    At long last the year's journey nears an end
    The clock ticks ever more quickly its urgent message to send
    The unused last remnants of our yearly desires depart
    A new list of wishes soon can we start read more »

    Mark David Jordan
  • 353.
    Winter Tradition

    So much of the thoughts of winter,
    The sameness of them all -
    Always the snow shovel on the porch,
    The galoshes in the hall. read more »

    Joseph T. Renaldi
  • 354.
    Farewell To Winter

    Farewell to Winter as it passes by,
    To the heavy clouds beneath the gloomy sky,
    And to the slumber of the snow-covered earth
    That soon will be awakened to a new birth. read more »

    Joseph T. Renaldi
  • 355.
    The Sun

    The splendid summer sun-a token of enchant.
    Emerging with zeal each sunrise I grant.
    And burning so fiercely, yet lenient and clam.
    To keep the world glowing it heals with it's balm. read more »

    Tamsin Douglas
  • 356.
    The Redwings Bound For Mushera

    Above the Towns and Villages across the moonlit sky
    Towards the fields by Mushera mountain the migrating redwings fly
    They leave their northern woodlands when the cold north winds blow
    Before the onset of Winter and the first heavy fall of snow. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 357.
    November

    November month of fog and mists.
    The early mornings have a bite
    the silver grass by Jack Frost kissed
    in the dark hours of the night. read more »

    ivor or ivor.e hogg
  • 358.
    The Unknown

    Up the steep mountain of darkness
    lays the shapes of the unknown:
    invisibly flowing outwards
    stretching beyond one's reach. read more »

    Celine Berghmans
  • 359.
    Sun downing

    For my father winter brings with it the sun downing.
    summers dog days pass and his state goes unchanged.
    that is until the dark ANGRY winter once again brings the sun downing. read more »

    vincent armone
  • 360.
    Springtime Madness

    Finally the dreadful winter is over
    Springtime madness has begun
    It’s the gateway to life’s new chapter
    Time to sort out what was left undone read more »

    Kay Barcelon
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