Arctic Poems - Poems about Arctic

Inspired by AFI song "Love Like Winter" The somber sky falls, wrecks the starry night, the sickle moon slits the glow, dissolving in the dark. You disappear out of my sight into the cold, in the depth of darkness, opaque and dense, where the ground hears the footfall of stillness. The burning vision of piercing passion stares at the static secrets...

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A crunch of snow Alerts the prey To freeze… Or flee A cat Shakes it paws Thinking “shoulda used the litter box” A dog Rolls happily Wrestling Its inner puppy The metallic sound Of shovels Mutes The mumbled curses Sparrows wait For sunrise warmth And the boring Breakfast special ...

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Somewhere in the wind Rattling the song “Buzzy empty lane” Hovering the small settlements With so many loves and romances The shady banyan tree Exuding the cool shade And the flower-laden milkwood Infusing the night With heavenly fragrance passersby Oh, passerby who would not care Taking a look at the tropical almond That is lightly fusing the air With its long and yellow and so fragile...

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Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica The prince of the north region and the queen of the south region They have had enemies for ages and ages, and now, oh always This hatred is antagonistic, a killer mental war. Who is the power? Who is the owner of the ice worlds? There is only one. But who is...

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Arctic and Antarctica Two polar and opposites Two lovers, all one of them Two is one, one is two Both are icy land and soul They are friends in the heart Their stories are unimaginable. Friendship Love War Past Future Forever Lives ...

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Once the fire goes out it never comes back The heat dissipating all light to retract Tomorrow in darkness the future untold To wander inclement — left out in the cold (The New Room: August, 2024) ...

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Her tears tiny daggers shredding her pulsating heart His frozen back a glacier willed not to break apart Into the Arctic mist she plunged Could she...

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balmy at the poles the quiet catastrophe~ a current standstill ***...

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The arctic poppy stretched into existence rooted on a rock surrounded by ice it unfurled its lemon cream petals in an open embrace with the sun the small meek flower filled with warmth and smiled A scorpionfly buzzed by and declared, “How tedious it must be to spend one’s day staring at a ball of light. Instead tantalize your eyes with the earthly fun, glory, and excitement around you! Animals...

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Mind marooned in complex convolution, obscurity singular in each living entity. The psyche silhouettes unique elements, to alien attributes they won’t adhere. The reserved recess hides the riddles, sub-conscious search completely clueless. Probing entreaty, the preserve persuasive of outside world, can’t contrive the forsaken mind. A pining prisoner of own making, a crumpled cocoon in introvert isolation, I see subsided all...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-lights in your soul, as you're my home, where this child will always return after playing with solemn sunsets. Happy...

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What do polar bears eat for Christmas as a treat? Lollipops, sugar plums, red hots and other things sweet? Let’s find one and ask I said to my cousin Ned. Unfortunately, after we did that, one of us ended up dead. Which one? My grandchildren asked, amazed and ready to know. I was flabbergasted at this logic; were they truly...

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When the glacial sun slips in softened womb of the scarlet spheres at dusk, yearning for hibernal rebirth as a lustrous morning star, it radiates golden beams like lakes of sunshine, flowing over chiming starlit bells in our hazy haven; and I scrap frosted flakes off the bittersweet pamphlets that whisper our names in the misty winds of...

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I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons, Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird, From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun, Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage, It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,...

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Winter dons his scarf of white and lets his snowflakes gently fall Adorning the trees in snowy delight As his cold winds come to call At times he'll send an arctic blast To make us shiver and shake With icy fingers a cold spell is cast and there's a freeze upon the lake But when...

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