Winter Poems

 

Winter - Poem by William Shakespeare
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Spring and Winter I by William Shakespeare
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!- O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!-O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

Picture Books in Winter
Picture Books in Winter
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer fading, winter comes
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?

Snow
It's snowing...
quietly, slowly,
my tears of longing
are slightly flowing
on the Sky's sad face
It's snowing...

Memories of the past
As i look out of the window into my past, i see my happy thoughts go fast, i see my father as happy as may, as if their is no sorrow today.

A loving father as he was looking down at us from above, the moon will fade the stars go to sleep, but the sun will rise as a watch on us he does keep.

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.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

Where Once We Sat, My Love and I
Upon the tree the snow doth lie,
Where once we sat, my Love and I.
Beneath the stars that sparkled bright,
Beneath those stars each moon lit night.
Amidst the flowers once seen fair,
We sat alone, our love to share.

But gone now is that spring time sheen,
Gone as well the summer green.
Gone now too, bright autumn's day
It's beauty now doth fade away.
Upon the winter winds now tossed,
From bitter winds, my Love was lost.

And though the stars still sparkle bright,
Within my heart, 'tis darkest night.
Now by the moon's soft glow is known
Those sorrows found, by winter shown.
For on the tree cold snow doth lie,
Where once we sat, my Love and I.

Angel in the snow
The trees and flowers are white
And the lake is frozen
Our lake, the one in which we used to swim together
Before we were torn apart
Cancer, no chance to heal
I prayed for your cure
But no God could help you
Now I am left alone
Wandering through the woods
Which bear so many memories
Of bittersweet

Tears are running down my face
Building holes in the snow and
Destroying this untouched beauty of timelessness
I am always asking myself why,
Why it had to been you and why I am still alive
There is no sense in living for me anymore
Why not let go?
Pulling away two boughs
I realize the angel in the snow
And I remember the promise
You made me swear

"There are times when you are happy and times when you are hurt
But however cruel the times may be
Never give up fighting
And never fall like the angel in the snow
When the sun comes to melt him away."

 

 

Last Updated: 14th November, 2017