Winter Poem

Poem About Loving Winter

This poem is about the wonders of Winter and the beauty it brings to our lives.

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This is really an enthusiastic poem about the season of winter. Just reading it got me so excited for the coming winter season. I don't think a point was missed in describing the thoughts,...

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Wonderful Winter Wonderland

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Published: November 2007

I will gaze at the stars,
And maybe even Mars,
They are all so bright,
On a wonderful clear winter night,
Feeling the breeze,
Watching the trees,
They're swaying with grace,
In this peaceful little place,
Time moves on, more and more,
It's getting colder than it was before,
People are sick and sneezing,
Because this weather is so freezing,
One of the prettiest times of year,
Winter season is finally here,
32 is the magic number,
For a white blanket as you slumber,
Yummy things like hot chocolate and s'mores,
Cookies, treats, and sweets galore,
A fascinating season Winter is,
With it's beauty, peace, and bliss,
Christmas is almost here,
A holiday filled with such cheer,
Giving and getting so many things,
Being with family, enjoying everything it brings,
You had already made your list,
You wake up and hope to find your wish,
Unwrap the box and look inside,
You saw your wish and nearly cried,
Oh man, how wonderful Winter can be,
From the holidays to the scenery,
My favorite thing, however, I'm having trouble deciding,
Everything is great, and it's only just arriving.

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  • by Patricia Cisco
  • 2 months ago

This is really an enthusiastic poem about the season of winter. Just reading it got me so excited for the coming winter season. I don't think a point was missed in describing the thoughts, feelings, and atmosphere of this wondrous time of year, even right down to the sneezing! Loved it!

  • by Lucy Nocella
  • 4 years ago

This poem is me I wish I wrote it I could not of picked the perfect words I love it.
I love winter, I love walking in the cold. When I was a child we had such amazing snow storms. On Christmas morning it was magic snow all the time. At age 22 my magic number became 666. I love looking up at the skies and wonder if the planets are alive. Winter is great. Hot cider with sweets from country style is my thing. I guess I can relate in a some way.

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