Poems About February has a special way of combining love, contemplation, the beauty of winter, and warm ambience.
Winter poetry honours the beauty of snowfall, icy vistas, and the subdued appeal of winter in February, which is a winter month.
Let’s read some poems about February.
The Month Of Love
February arrives with love in the air,
A time to celebrate relationships that we share,
Cupid’s arrow strikes, and hearts start to flare,
And love is a feeling that’s beyond compare.
The flowers bloom, and the birds sing,
As love is in the air, and joy is what we bring.
February shall forever be the month of spring,
And love is the reason for our hearts to sing.
Renewal
February marks a new beginning,
A chance to start anew
The past is gone, and new things are in view,
And it’s time to bid the old adieu.
The snow melts away, and the new buds grow,
As the earth awakens, and a new chapter unfolds.
Life is full of endless possibilities, and so we know,
That February is a time for hope, and a time to grow.
Winter’s End
February brings winter’s end,
A time for snow to slowly descend,
But the hint of spring is just around the bend,
And the beauty of nature is on the mend.
The snowflakes fall in silence and grace,
A winter wonderland, a magical place,
But as the snow melts, spring takes its place,
And the world is transformed, what a precious little space.
New Beginnings
February marks a time of new beginnings,
A time of growth, and new found winnings,
As winter slowly loses its grip, the new season is just beginning,
And the world is alive, with a new found meaning.
The snow melts away, and the sun starts to shine,
As new life springs, and all is divine.
February marks a change, a new horizon,
And a renewed passion for life, newly arisen.
The Power of Love
February is the month of love,
And a time to show that we can rise above,
To love and to be loved is a gift from above,
And it’s the greatest power, from the heavens to us.
Love comes in all forms, shapes, and sizes,
A family, a friend, or the love of our lives,
But regardless of its shape, we know its power never dies,
And it’s the magic of love, that’s always on the rise.
Leap Year
By Annette Wynne
Little month of February,
You are small, but worthy—very!
Will you grow up like the others,
Like your sister months and brothers?
Every four years with a bound
With a leap up from the ground,
Trying to grow tall as they—
All you stretch is one small day!
Even then you’re not so tall
But just the shortest month of all.
February Gems
By Allen R. Darrow
To wandering children in the ages old,
I’ve often heard that mystic tales were told
Of fairy lands, where oft on trees and bowers
There fell from heaven pure crystal gems in showers.
Well, I believe, and so I think must you
That myths are shadows sometimes of the true;
For going forth upon a winter morn
A wondrous glory did the day adorn,
On every tree along the city street,
What matchless splendor did my vision greet.
Pendant from silver-coated branch and stem,
In argent beauty hung a brilliant gem;
Sparkling in candescent glory bright,
Shone myriad diamonds in the morning light.
Nature from its exhaustless wealth and store,
Through every street and by-way o’er and o’er,
Prodigal alike to all the rich and poor
Had scattered rivals to the Khoinoor.
February
By Helen Maria
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence, still:
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are the days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year’s ill,
And prayer to purify the new year’s will:
Fit days,—ere yet the spring rains blur the sight,
Ere yet the bounding blood grows hot with haste
And dreaming thoughts grow heavy with a greed….
The ardent summer’s joy to have and taste:
Fit days—to take to last year’s losses heed,
To reckon clear the new life’s sterner need;
Fit days—for Feast of Expiation placed….
This is about famous poems about February.