Winter Poems for Kids (Celebrating Joy of Christmas)
Fresh snowfall, sledding, making snowmen, and drinking hot chocolate are all traditional winter activities. Why not celebrate the season with these winter poems for kids?
Winter Poems for Kids
Kids are captivated by the white snow when they see the first snowfall. Winter winds and the chilly weather are all enjoyable experiences.
What better way to enjoy the winter than by watching small children play outside?
Throughout the chilly Winter months, your lesson plans will be improved by this collection of winter poems for kids.
1. White Fields by James Stephens
Int he winteritme we go Walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all; Where the top of every wall,
Every fence and every tree, Is as white as white can be.
Pointing out the way we came, -Every one of them the same-
All across the fields there be Prints in silver filigree;
And our mothers always know, By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the children go.
2. A Sledding Song by Norman C. Schlichter
Sing a song of winter,
Of frosty clouds in air!
Sing a song of snowflakes
Falling everywhere.
Sing a song of winter!
Sing a song of sleds!
Sing a song of tumbling
Over heels and heads
Up and down a hillside
When the moon is bright,
Sledding is a tip-top
Wintertime delight
3. Winter-Time by 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 burns 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 house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
4. Mother Nature’s Freezer by Michele Meleen
Winter is Mother Nature’s freezer
that’s been opened to find a meal.
But when her children need her,
she forgets to close the freezer.When her babies need warmth
or food or drink,
Mother Nature heeds their call,
leaving frozen food free to squall.Bits of freezer burn and ice cream,
drift out into the world,
But, Mother Nature doesn’t see,
since she’s busy with her babies.Finally Mother Nature is free
and heads back to her kitchen,
she closes the door with a hurried slam
and in trots the spring lamb.
5. Behold My Breath by Michele Meleen
In and out,
fast or slow,
I feel my breath,
but can’t see it go.When winter arrives
my breath comes aliveIn and out,
fast or slow,
In the cold winter air
My breath is there to behold!
6. Huddle for Warmth by Michele Meleen
Fit me with socks,
and a fluffy sweatshirt.
Give me a blanket,
and some hot cocoa.
Tuck in with me
for a warm cuddle
in our winter family huddle.
7. Snowball by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball,
as perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pyjamas,
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night, it ran away.
But first, it wet the bed.
8. Ice Can Scream by Jane Yolen
Ice Can Scream Ice can scream,
Ice can shout:
Winter in And autumn out.
5 Ice can shout, Ice can call,
Signalling The end of fall.
Ice can call,
10 Ice can yell Secrets no one Else can tell.
Ice can yell, Ice can howl,
15 Naming winter’s Weather foul.
Ice can howl, Ice can wail,
Counting up 20 Each storm and gale.
Ice can wail,
Ice can shriek Till the land Is winter-bleak.
25 Ice can shriek,
Ice can scream Straight across The autumn dream.
Ice can scream,
30 Ice can shout: Winter in And autumn out.
9. Icicle Decorations by Michele Meleen
Inch by inch
Circling down
Icicles form
Crystal cones
Lavishly decorating
Every home
10. The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.Come see the north wind’s masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
We hope these winter poems for kids have been interesting. Please endeavor to share this article with family, friends, and colleagues.
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