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9 Winter Poems

Enjoy this collection of winter poems. The writers express their thoughts about winter. Winter can be a time that we enjoy the comfort of a warm home while experiencing the briskness of a winter walk. Winter is a time when the days are shorter, however, the night sky is more brilliant. Share these poems with others to help express an appreciation of this season.


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  1. Snow Flakes
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    Soft and white they fall one by one,
    Melting at first in the rays of the sun,
    Thus the foundation for drifts is begun,
    By small, white snow-flakes.

    Mildly they float through the cold, frosty air,
    Pure, unpolluted, lovely and fair,
    Falling, the dirt of the street to share,
    The pure, white snow-flakes.

    Down to kiss the faces they meet,
    Down to sit at the harsh world's feet,
    To cover the earth with their snowy sheet,
    The pure, innocent snow-flakes.

    But lo! when they reach the broad highway,
    No longer pure and white they stay;
    But mingle with filth and mud and clay,
    A pile of soiled snow-flakes.

    And surely it needs watchfulness and care,
    To keep our lives as pure and fair,
    As the snow-flakes flying through the air,
    The pure, white snow-flakes.



  2. Winter Is Back Again
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Winter brings the cold of February
    But remember it is only temporary.

    Spring is the season that comes next
    Focus on that, it puts it all in context.

    And then the heat of summer does arrive
    And we start wishing for the cold to survive

    And then we see the season of fall
    There is beauty in the trees for all

    And then we are back to winter again
    The seasons are so certain!



  3. Winter brings the cold of February But remember it is only temporary.


  4. Winter Madness
    Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2015


    I've never been that type of person,
    Who welcomes and hopes for Jack Frost.
    I mourn when the sunshine starts to fade,
    And when the leaves of the trees are finally lost.

    When we get our first snowfall,
    I must say the trees look quite nice.
    But the roads are a hazard and everything's covered,
    And its always like walking on ice.

    Maybe if I skied, skated or snowshoed,
    Things wouldn't be so bad.
    But the fact is there isn't much I like about winter,
    And this often makes me feel mad.

    If I could I'd avoid the cold,
    And sit in my cozy home.
    I'd put on a fire and sit with a book,
    And hope for winter to roam.



  5. Thankful For Unpleasant Things
    Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2015


    Snow is unpleasant,
    When April does hit,
    Enough is enough,
    The snow has to quit.

    But in the fall when,
    That first snow has fallen.
    There is no part of me,
    That wishes for pollen.

    The beauty that surrounds,
    By all the fresh snow.
    Trees lightly covered,
    They offer a glow.

    Looking for good,
    In a pile of bad.
    You'll find the part,
    That makes you feel glad.



  6. The beauty that surrounds, By all the fresh snow


  7. A Time Of Year
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Winter is a time of year
    That some look forward to and cheer
    But for others, winter feels cold
    They just sit back and grow old.

    But when you see that first snow fall
    Childhood days can be recalled
    Day of building a snowman
    With friends and family, the clan.

    If open your eyes you will see
    The beauty of the season, it can be
    When the  icicles shimmer in the sun
    The beauty is like no other one.

    Winter brings Christmas cheer
    Spending it with people who are so dear
    Friends and family around the fire
    Will fulfill all of your heart's desire.

    So when winter arrives this year
    Don't sit back, get out in full gear
    Enjoy the time this season brings
    Before you know it, it will be spring!



  8. Winter Time
    Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson


    Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
    A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
    Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
    A blood-red orange, sets again.

    Before the stars have left the skies,
    At morning in the dark I rise;
    And shivering in my nakedness,
    By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

    Close by the jolly fire I sit
    To warm my frozen bones a bit;
    Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
    The colder countries round the door.

    When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
    Me in my comforter and cap;
    The cold wind burns my face, and blows
    Its frosty pepper up my nose.

    Black are my steps on silver sod;
    Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
    And tree and house, and hill and lake,
    Are frosted like a wedding-cake.



  9. Winter Joys
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Winter is a time for joy
    For all the girls and the boys
    They love it when it snows
    They are excited to see it blow.

    They build the snowman, oh so high,
    And they are sad when he dies.
    But out they go again with determination
    And build him taller with amplification.

    The forts they build are big and strong
    While in them they feel no wrong.
    So the next time you see the snow
    Get out and let your imagination flow.



  10. So the next time you see the snow Get out and let your imagination flow.


  11. Dust of Snow
    Poet: Robert Frost


    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree

    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.



  12. Winter Rain
    Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox


    Falling upon the frozen world last night
    I heard the slow beat of the winter rain -
    Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain;
    The ice-bound Earth but mocked their puny might;
    Far better had the fixedness of white
    And uncomplaining snows - which make no sign,
    But coldly smile, when pitying moonbeams shine -
    Concealed its sorrow from all human sight.
    Long, long ago, in blurred and burdened years,
    I learned the uselessness of uttered woe.
    Though sinewy Fate deals her most skilful blow,
    I do not waste the gall now of my tears,
    But feed my pride upon its bitter, while
    I look straight in the world's bold eyes, and smile.

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