Winters Poems

Winters poems bring the best collection of short and long winters poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great winters rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these winters poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on winters are here for you.

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

Poems containing references to : Winters

The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

Spectre

Spectre short poem

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it

This Little Heart

This Little Heart long poem

Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these

Eternity

Eternity long poem

Fingers entwined resting against an alabaster chin eyes, delicately framed by copper tone lashes, lost yet attentive to thoughts deep within her mind A faint hue of soft apricot accents cheeks while a gentle kiss of rose emphasises pensive lips.

Shattered Reflection

Shattered Reflection long poem

The hands of time tick slowly by as dawn breaks in a new day. A nightmare reality of the receding night lies marked, like so many fading stars, in the shattered glass on the floor. Silken shards of sorry souls,

Old Pair Of Socks

Old Pair Of Socks short poem

That old pair of socks, lying in the drawer, Reminds me of mom, winters and A long lost lover… Those fresh white textures Look worn out and grey And yet there’s so much they’re waiting to say… I touch them

Winter

Winter short poem

It’s winter– empty branches all around. Sick mountains beyond covered mists, their beauty not known… And, looking at winters pale half moon, Alone, I remember– my days past with you, those paired past of sixteenth, still drenched in sweet spring

Paradise In The Fields

Paradise In The Fields short poem

It’s so refreshing to see a stretching lush lush green field, Cool summer breeze blowing leisurely, Flora and fauna blending together merrily, Fields filled with thousands of glittering flowers, Which have been washed by the previous night’s showers. Along with

On Poetry

On Poetry prose poem

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

Fool’s Paradise

Fools Paradise short poem

fingers stretching,scratching the peppery head, tangled dreams run befuddled in the tangled mass , the dirt in the grown nails on the stubby fingers, they make a jagged line on the crease worn cheek, creased face wrung dry from unfulfilled

Duty And Natue

Duty And Natue short poem

Life has become a race where everyone are trying to keep up their pace, where there is no time to go into the waters,where the paper boats row Running the race busily for our lives like the bees in the

Hopeful Eyes

Hopeful Eyes short poem

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

Beauty In My Eyes

Beauty In My Eyes short poem

I set out on a voyage, to unfold, unearth the myriad layers of the secrets that creation hides behind each speck, each face. My heart went into raptures at the prodigious loveliness of what I saw! Pretty, smiling faces, eyes

The Cleansing Tide

The Cleansing Tide long poem

The child in his arms was such a precious gift, her sweet loving smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare with her baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born

Nor’easter

Noreaster prose poem

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

My Second Love

Many years ago when my Motherland rock with political unrest, I was waiting to get the final word from those in charge. A young mother with two young sons, one, I was carrying on my arms, he was too little

Somewhere Yonder Is… You…

Somewhere Yonder Is... You... ode

Summer storms, Winter calls and a road I hardly ever knew Summer storms, winter calls and a hope for a touch of truth I seek, I search, I fly, I run, I walk, I crawl, I drag myself all around

Old Year’s Eve

Old Years Eve short poem

The ghosts of winters past plague my mind with a blissful memory of the first coquettish look and the first breath of her omniscient essence The failure of one’s duty by thine own hand is the blade that cuts the

Hello Daniel

Hello Daniel prose poem

I have driven on snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois. In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars, vans, and bobtails without air conditioning. I have driven the curving two lane road of

From Maine To Louisiana

From Maine To Louisiana short poem

Callan sleepwalks the screenporch accompanied by the wind (which tugs her cream chemise in fitful jinks) and her improbable Polish last name its consonant-rich taunt sunk into her psyche like some cypress splinter so long imbedded it has gone past

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The Divine

The Divine ode

He awakens To a wicked world Of His own design Where the Damned Live amongst The Divine Their perfect little lives An illusion Fueled by vanity As He searches The darkness for light And His sanity Rythm of the heart

Grandpa’s Photo

Grandpas Photo prose poem

We used to have a house, ignorant of his birthday anniversary. Its wall was hanged on a black and white photo, The photo hanged by a thread made of the fur of a goat coming from pre-Islamic era, The thread

You Thought Wrong

You Thought Wrong short poem

Yes I have questions, and good ones at that. The kind of questions that I feel need answering to. The ones I think about each and every day.The ones I would never say. You thought you understood. When really you

Food the Leveller

Food the Leveller short poem

With my sincerest apologies to James Shirley The glories of our spoons and plates Are filling, quite substantial things; There is so much amour of the palate; We lay our hands on all manner of things: Bread toasted brown Flora

Slovenly Appearance

Slovenly Appearance prose poem

He operates a picayune business– A tea stall with very little eatables People expect in such stalls And look at him with surprise But he remains unmoved He has his own shabby style of living He carries on business in

Loves Labor

Loves Labor short poem

Marinated Sole, fragrant grains of rice A glass of golden orange with shards of ice Fresh green salads tossed with the desire That the spark of attraction is set on fire The table set with lace and flowers Sparkling crystal

Monochrome

Monochrome long poem

Black is the epitome for darkness, An all thinks desolate and bleak. Purple gives us the incentive- the hope what we seek. Pastel yellow is the sun Which glistens our day, While blue is the color Of the scintillating bay

Who Do I Love The Most?

Who Do I Love The Most? prose poem

Who do I love the most? the imaginary picture of Jack Frost the king of pop or the one girl who let me chat with her lap top the millionaire of the town the lady who coloured my hair coffee

We And A Fish

We And A Fish prose poem

A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish

Just Another Journal Entry

Just Another Journal Entry prose poem

The thing about it is that I don’t know who I want to be with or if I want to be with anyone at all. I’ve spent my entire life being tied down to a lover, not ever knowing what

I Am You

I Am You ballad

I am a product of you all, Everyone tried to shape my life. While I tried to please all I forgot to please myself. One day you wake up, You wonder where, where did my life go. I ran through

Mother And Child

Mother And Child prose poem

The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with

The Touch

The Touch short poem

That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.

Till The Rooster Crows

Till The Rooster Crows short poem

Down on the farm there’s not a Whole lot to do but work your fingers To the bone that’s why when all The lights go off in this one Horse town mine stay on ’til you Come a knockin’ on

Justice

Justice long poem

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the