Kış İle İlgili İngilizce Şiirler


Kış mevsimi, winter ile ilgili ingilizce şiir örnekleri. Kış mevsimi, winter hakkında ingilizce şiirler.


Falling on ice
Isn’t nice.
Come in from the rink
And get a hot drink.
Cars will slide
And sleds will glide.
When snow gets fluffy,
Our noses get stuffy.
Don’t be late
We’re going to skate.
Your face might freeze,
In a cold winter breeze.
Snowflakes of lace
Tickle my face.
Slide down a hill
And don’t take a spill.
Snow will blow,
And drifts will grow.
When the world is white,
Jack Frost will bite.
If you freeze
Then you’ll sneeze.



The street cars are
Like frosted cakes —
All covered up
With cold snowflakes.

The horses’ hoofs
Scrunch on the street;
Their eyelashes
Are white with sleet.

And everywhere
The people go —
With faces tickled
By the snow.

Snow Stars


Delicate and feathery,

Crystal clear

And white,

Six-point stars


Come tumbling,

Softly In the night.

I am a Snowman

I am a snowman, cold and white
I stand so still through all the night.
With a carrot nose, And head held high,
And a lump of coal to make each eye
I have a muffler made of red,
And a stovepipe hat upon my head.
The sun is coming out – oh my!
I think that I am going to cry.
Yesterday, I was so plump and round.
Now I’m just a river on the ground!



Now is here —
A fine new start
For a whole new year.
The snow comes down
In the dark of night.
When we awake
The world is white.
In January
When there’s snow,
We get our sleds
And away we go.
Holding hands out in the snow
Slowly on our way we go
Leaving little paths behind
For the winter owl to find.

Snow Stars

and feathery,


Crystal clear
And white,
Six-point stars
Come tumbling,
In the night.


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.


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