Best Arctic Poems
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 'Us'.
Calming the
coalesced chaos
within my
infernal pulses,
his warmth drapes
this enchanted soul
with daffodil-
smudged days
of hot cocoa amidst
a wintry wonderland.
If I could bloom
like an arctic
afterglow's heart
on bare alpine trees,
I would only
choose him to be
my daylight-
perfumed violet
scent, evermore.
I can never
stroll away
from the shimmering
silverine memory,
when my muse's
trust breathed
hailstorm's poesy in
my solstitial lungs
and kissed the
fractals of a bruised
poet's spirit.
Dreaming of yuletide,
I achingly yearn
to become the
silken apricity of
those soft lyrics
that swing in his
thundersnow thoughts
and frostbitten flesh,
re-writing the jaggery saga
of twin-sanguine-lovers
in beige brushstrokes
of foggy 'We'.
Sometimes,
I forsake to
surrender and
ask for a peaceful
nod from the
'Lord of Soulmates',
can I be the
honeysuckle ink
for my beloved's
watercolor feather,
always nurturing
the snowy twists of
our tale within fate's
untold wisdom?
When I desire
to wander in
black-iced myths of
insatiable agony,
will he become
my bejeweled healer
and fight off those
sombre silhouettes
of Jack Frost's
saudade, like a samurai?
For, I take him
as the gift of
my last wish,
forever inhaling
the chilly secrets
of our lantern-
lives in my
subconscious visions,
that keep me
alive upon
crestfallen sleets
of intuitive icicles;
I want to live forever,
in his pearly eyes' abode,
which coruscates
with glossy lustre
of fireflies and
makes me flutter
my hiemal
white wings like a
spellbound fairy in
grey-orchid sonatas.
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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty
Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing
Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings
Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts
White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape
January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…
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Written from memory…no winter here. : )
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,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?
Juggernaut winds howling south;
Arctic colds, chill, in their mouths.
No respite through winter days
Unless north creep sunshine’s rays.
And the groundhog comes too late
Relegating to its fate
Year’s first month a gray estate.
1/2/2019
"In the frozen depths of the Arctic Ocean lies a strong, silent beauty~a majestic reminder that true splendor often resides in the calmest of realms." Quote by the poet
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Under the quiet, watchful skies,
I'm the Arctic Ocean, frigid~
a queen in a garment of ice.
I adorn the night with brilliant colors,
ribbons of emerald and amethyst~
the aurora borealis, my heavenly crown.
I cradle the narwhals, unicorns of the sea,
their spiraled horns tell tales lost to time
while they dance in my currents, a silent ballet.
My heart, a mysterious sea of secrets old.
Hidden within my deep trenches,
are mammoth bones and vanished Viking ships.
I'm the graveyard of deceased explorers,
their dreams softly buried within my chilly depths.
Polar bears are my knights in this cold land,
walking across my splendorous shoreline
protecting my vulnerable, majestic world.
I am the Arctic Ocean, adaptive and strong~
my icy winds echo of survival
beneath the captivating midnight sun.
Cold
Tundra
Endless white
And aurora
Night
Reflecting surface
One flash of the aurora,
The winter's mirror.
arctic sunset
numbed by frozen sea
cold streaks ignite molten sky
embers hiss in death
John g. Lawless
11/16/2015
submitted to – Sunset – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Stark Arctic vacant for centuries
habitat white fur bears epoch
prom's on ice sheets breeze
cubs in search for mama's barrack
concurring ice surrenders whistle
remark the scent of sea lions
nurture's th' cubs haunting an angel
in freezing water bathing, stuns
cleans thou fur splash'd blood mud's
with a long wooden ice pick stick
Eskimo Indians with leather studs
an a husky right beside slick
Eyes wide fur fluff an irresistible speed
chilled they stay like family like bear
Different worlds apply suitability
passionate to live in thou world
leave mine an find solidity
among masters of ice pearl'd
like dolphin's feel in th' wide ocean
free spirits eccentric in this world
visual glitters under water at dawn
an sleep by morning sunlight furl
having such power an strength
thou art can't by any means measure
th' Arctic distance in length
memorizing thou atmosphere's odour
never enough for my passion to feather
my moral says i have to live there
an you'll probably wish me good luck
The Inuit looked out of his igloo
at the vast wilderness, endless snow,
" Autumn is coming " he said to his wife,
and she answered " how will we know?"
Glacier! Icy, cold,
hard. Diamond-like, it chisels
the frosty landscape.
ARCTIC WINTER BLUES
Sublime night bred winter blues
curl velvet navy sky,
What lonely hearted souls refuse
a crystal lullaby?
Mountains thrust --moonlit proud--
in cobalt clarity,
While each breath forms a fairy cloud
that stars peek down to see.
Here jagged hearts are gently healed
through charms that nature flings--
From mesmerizing jazz light shows
to frost on blue jays' wings.
Half a year ago we were in bed and in love.
Insistent lips danced between sunshine smiles.
Our hands entwined;
the clock’s marched.
Beside dreams of a white dress and honey kisses,
my winter coat now withers on the floor.
The tundra of cold sheets between us grows
while echoes of bitter words chap my face.
We both know that seasons must change,
but why must you too, my darling?
Love, like summer,
succumbs to time.
2/25/2021-- written for Emile Pinet's contest-- fragmented verse
ARCTIC ROMANCE
Aurora
Bequeath us rhythm
Come closer
What a wonderful fairy-tale
Nature is the spring
When we are young - this
Awakening of life -
After the long winter
To see the earth emerge
From the snow
Day-by-day
To drink in the scent
Of the soil -
The bursting buds -
To hear the joyous paean
Of the rollicking spring streams
Then the first
Blue anemones
On the brown carpet
Of the wood -
The lark ascending
Into the cloudless sky -
The melody
Of thrushes and robins
In the twilight -
Dearest of all
The graceful birch
Smiling radiantly
Through her veil
Of misty green
What an irreparable loss
That the whole of one
Of these fairy-tales
Should be cut out
Of your young life