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50 Winter Poems for Adults and Kids

Winter is Poetry

Winter is Poetry

Here are fifty poems about winter, including haikus, snow poems, poems for kids, poetry videos, teaching resources, songs, graphics, and photos.

"Winter Poems" are a favorite search topic on the Internet. Every year, there are tens of thousands of searches for winter poems and snow poetry. Who can explain this high demand?

Perhaps it's just the cold pushing people indoors, seeking some explanation for it all by a warm fireplace. Don't know. But what I do know is that the most popular poem in America is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. A rare video of Robert Frost reading this beloved poem is in this collection.


Table of Contents

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Winter Haiku

Winter Season Poem

Famous Winter Poems

Snow Poems

Robert Frost Reading Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Poems for Kids

Narrative Poem for Kids

Winter Poems for Very Young Children and Kindergarten

Shakespeare

Songs about Winter

Teacher Resources

Yes, you are going to find winter poems on this page. But first, consider writing a winter poem yourself! Writing a Haiku is an easy way to start.

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Winter Haiku

Winter Haiku

Haiku About Winter

The Haiku is the easiest poetic form to begin with, and you don't have to be an accomplished poet to write one.

The Haiku is a classical poem from the Japanese tradition that uses syllables instead of poetic meters. Every Japanese Haiku is about a season of the year, either mentioned directly or by inference.

The Japanese word, kigo, means season word. The word snow, for instance, implies winter without using the word. Thus, part of the intrigue of the Japanese Haiku is in determining the season for the poem. An "a-ha" moment, if you will.

Here is an English translation of a classical Haiku from the 17th-century Japanese poet, Ikenishi Gonsui:


Bitter Winter Wind

by Ikenishi Gonsui

Bitter winter wind
ends there –
sound of the sea


In modern times, and in the English language, the traditional Haiku poem consists of three lines, as follows:

5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables

There is seldom any attempt at rhyming, so even the novice is off-the-hook in that regard. Writing spontaneous Haikus is a great party game idea, too, if you ever get tired of playing Charades. Keep this in mind if you are snowed in and the roads are closed. It's a great game for kids and grownups.


Winter Poem Picture

Winter Poem Picture

Famous Winter Haiku

Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694) is considered the greatest Japanese haiku poet. Here are four of his most-loved winter haiku poems:


Winter Solitude

by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude –
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.


Winter Garden

by Matsuo Basho

Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.


First Winter Rain

by Matsuo Basho

First winter rain –
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.


When the Winter Chrysanthemums Go

by Matsuo Basho

When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.


Roses in Winter

Roses in Winter

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Snow Poems

Want to read modern Haikus about winter? Here are two new snow poems.

Roses in Winter

by Writer Fox

Winter roses wait,
under white shroud of snowfall,
for resurrection.


Snow Trees

Snow Trees

Cloud Dust

by Writer Fox

Clouds shake white dust down –
All the trees turned to snowmen,
The eyes made of ice.



Writing a Winter Haiku is easy. Give it a try to post your original Haiku in the comment section below.

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Winter Season Poem

A winter poem reflects the dreary season and often invokes contemplation. For those searching for this kind of winter poem, I wrote this one for you. Just as winter itself is the culmination of four seasons, this poem begins with spring and takes you on the journey to the depths of winter.


Clearly Chaos

by Writer Fox

Immigrant season, empty hands
looking for work,
finding promise in pockets of dust,
bringing back the birds,
competitive as pretty sisters
bickering in birdsong, speaking of seeds.
Spring, wetting itself,
wipes muddy feet at the door
then passes through without notice.

Insatiable season, Summer
smothering like a jealous wife,
top-heavy with tomatoes.
Her kitchen ovens turned on high
send you out to the porch,
rocking a breeze to the scribble of squirrels
on the green-smell of grass
until nightfall
when you can sneak away from her.

Hooligan season, Autumn
attacks splashing red paint, always outside of the lines.
Teenage-tantrum of seasons
full of himself, spitting ice on the roses,
flaying the branches of trees,
ending in sepia, like old photographs
fading brown-on-brown
thrown down in a mess in a hurry to finish

before Winter moves in
acting like he owns the place.
Relentless season, Winter-
curfew clearing the streets,
sending everyone home before dark.
It is clearly chaos.
But if, one year, the earth stalled in its
tedious turning, catching its skirt on the cusp,
refusing the winding to Winter,
would we not scream at the sky?
Would we not beg it for snow?
It is not that we want it;
but it is what we know.