Enjoy these winter poems for kids with your children. Children love the winter, the first snowfall, the first snowman! Children never seem to mind the cold that winter brings.
And winter also means
the anticipation of Santa Claus coming which every kid looks forward to!
Plus, sledding, skating, and snow forts bring joy to children each and every winter! We hope these poems are enjoyed by all children and help them look forward to the season of winter.
'Tis "Hurrah! hurrah!" and away they go,
Like an avalanche o'er the crispy snow!
With a rush and a bound they clear the ground,
While the snow, like spray, dashes all around!
They think not of death.
Yet they hold their breath, -
Now in a hollow! - now cresting a hill! - There, guiding the craft to prevent "a spill! "
See! the fresh warm blood to their faces rush. As they peep from their robes with roses' blush!
In the clear moonlight, What a happy sight,-
As the maiden clings with a tender fear
To the kind loving arm that holds her near! Through the clear cold air of the frosty night
The twinkling stars seem to dance with delight! With speed of the wind -
Leaving all behind -
They rush to the plain with a shout of glee. As merry and happy as hearts could be!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Down the hill with joy we go,
On sleds through the fluffy snow.
Wind in hair, laughter in the air,
Sledding with friends, beyond compare.
Zooming fast, a chilly breeze,
Through winter's wonder with so much ease.
Giggles rise, as we glide,
Down the slope, side by side.
Friends around, on this snowy ride,
Down the hill, we'll not hide.
Sledding fun, a thrill so sweet,
Winter laughter, can't be beat!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Snowflakes fall from high above,
Each one special, filled with love.
Twirling down, so light and free,
A winter wonderland, just for me.
Tiny dancers in the air,
Snowflakes unique, beyond compare.
They paint a scene, so white and grand,
A magical world across the land.
Softly landing, oh so neat,
Covering all in a snowy sheet.
In the winter's gentle hand,
Snowflakes dance, a wonderland.
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 bums 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 hoase, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.