11 Winter Poems For Kids

Enjoy these winter poems for kids with your children.

"Even the coldest winter day can be filled with warmth when laughter and wonder are near."

Updated March 20, 2026, by Catherine Pulsifer.

Children love winter, especially the first snowfall and the joy of building the first snowman. They never seem to mind the cold when the season brings so much fun. Winter also brings the excitement of Santa Claus, something many children eagerly look forward to. Sledding, skating, and building snow forts make the season even more special. We hope these winter poems for kids bring smiles and help children enjoy all the fun and wonder winter brings.

Winter

by L. Olson

Winter is for skiing
And riding in a sleigh;
Winter is for snow men;
Winter is for play.

Winter is for ice skating;
Winter is for me.
Winter will be fun, I know!
You just wait and see.

A Snowy World

Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

In a snowy world so bright,
Fairies dance in the soft moonlight.
Snow elves giggle, polar bears play,
A magical scene on a winter day.

With glittering wings and giggles so sweet,
Snowmen rise on the snowy street.
Polar bears tumble, elves scamper near,
Winter's magic is crystal clear.

In a land of wonder, joy takes flight,
Whimsical creatures make everything light.
In a snowy haven where laughter's the key,
Winter's magic, so fun and free.

Snowman Magic

Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

In the snow so crisp and bright,
Magic happens, oh, what a sight!
Rolling snow into a big, round ball,
Our snowman begins to stand tall.

Carrot nose and button eyes,
A friendly smile, our snowman's prize.
With a scarf to keep him warm,
Winter's magic takes its form.

Frosty friend, so cool and grand,
Created by our happy hand.
In the winter's chilly air,
Snowman magic everywhere.

Rolling snow into a big, round ball, Our snowman begins to stand tall.

If your children enjoy building frosty friends, visit our Poems About Snowmen for more fun winter verses.

The First Snowfall

by James Russell Lowell

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl.
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

Snowflakes

Out of the bosom of the air;
Out of the cloud folds of her garments shaken;
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.

Silent and soft and slow Descends the snow.

For more soft and wintry verses, enjoy our Poems About Snowflakes and celebrate the beauty of falling snow.

Goldenrod

by Frank Dempster Sherman

Spring is the morning of the year,
And summer is the noontide bright;
The autumn is the evening clear
That comes before the winter's night.

And in the evening, everywhere
Along the roadside, up and down,
I see the golden torches flare
Like lighted street-lamps in the town.

I think the butterfly and bee.
From distant meadows coming back.
Are quite contented when they see
These lamps along the homeward track.

But those who stay too late get lost;
For when the darkness falls about,
Down every lighted street the Frost
Will go and put the torches out!

Tobogganing Song

Poet: John Imrie

'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!

Winter Laughter

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!

Jack Frost

Poet: Hannah Flagg Gould

Jack Frost looked forth on a still, clear night.
And whispered, "Now, I shall be out of sight;
So, through the valley, and over the height,
In silence I'll take my way.
I will not go on like that blustering train.
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain.
That makes such a bustle and noise in vain;
But I'll be as busy as they!"

So, he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest,
He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed
With diamonds and pearls; and over the breast
Of the quivering lake, he spread
A coat of mail, that it need not fear
The glittering point of many a spear.
Which he hung on its margin, far and hear
Where a rock could rear its head.

He went to the window of those who slept.
And over each pane like a fairy crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped.
By the morning light were seen
Most beautiful things! - there were flowers and trees,
There were bevies of birds, and swarms of bees;
There were cities and temples, and towers; and these
All pictured in silvery sheen!

But he did one thing that was hardly fair;
He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare,
''Now, just to set them a-thinking,
I'll bite this basket of fruit,'' said he,
''This costly pitcher I'll burst in three!
And the glass of water they've left for me.
Shall 'tchick' to tell them I'm drinking."

Snowflakes Fall

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.

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 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.


Conclusion

Winter is a season children often remember with delight because it is filled with snow, fun, laughter, and imagination. These winter poems for kids capture some of that joy and remind us of the simple pleasures found in snowy days. Whether children are building snowmen, watching snowflakes fall, or racing down a hill on a sled, winter offers moments they will treasure. We hope these poems add warmth, smiles, and happy memories to the season.

"Winter gives children a world of snow, play, and memories that last long after the season is gone."