Best Glaciers Poems
Glacial hills rise elevating fervid sights
Mesmerizing desires adorned turquoise blue
Arousing cobalt passions in sapphire heights
Floating cotton balls on melting cyan hue.
Above your scenic view gloats the sunlit sky
Lifting eager vibes upon hearing my sigh
Urging the frozen glaciers to woo romance
Embracing zealous emotions held in trance.
October 18, 2018
Rhyme: abab ccdd. Eight lines, 11 syllables each
Placed 3rd:Mid March 2019 contest by Brian Strand
For thousands of years, ice giants were sleeping.
But now, these dense “blue ice” glaciers are weeping.
Warnings that in many ways bear repeating.
Global climate change speeds glaciers’ retreating.
In Alaska and Glacier National Park,
The melting of ancient glacial ice is stark.
Half the world’s glaciers – in Land of Midnight Sun*,
But in Glacier NP**, soon there will be none.
Years hence, will Alaska have any at all?
Loss of these ice bodies a clear wake-up call.
Value majestic Alaska, like Seward***?
Care for glaciers; each of us a good steward?
Alaska’s Exit Glacier – leaving for good?
Will black stone stand where Blackstone Glacier once stood?
In Montana, Blackfoot Glacier shrinks each day.
The other twenty-four headed the same way.
Glaciers’ demise may get more than them crying.
Their loss may mean earth’s human life is dying.
Glacial and polar ice death no mystery;
If we do nothing, glaciers are history.
Signed, Saddened for the Sobbing, Shrinking Glaciers
6/1/2017
* Alaska is known as the Land of the Midnight Sun.
** National Park is often abbreviated “NP”.
*** Then U.S. Secretary of State, William H. Seward, negotiated the United States’ purchase of Alaska from Russia in 1867.
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
From time to time aye
Heavy glaciers crush us so
Refining our souls
February 1, 2020
5am PST
English Haiku
“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
****************************************************************
Global Warming
what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and anon
for flash floods to recur time and again
Come blessed compassion, come,
The glaciers of accumulated wealth to thaw
So
The arid land of the needy to be irrigated
And hope, into their troubled hearts to grow! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 January 2016
* Recent studies show that 1600 people hold
more than 60% of world’s wealth while billions
live in poverty. If compassion existed...!
Glaciers
Gargantuan ice walls
Glassily reflecting
Glistening, churning seas
Grasping the edge of frost
Gripping softened sea beds
Growling in disbelief
Grimly accepting fate.
12/2/2016
submitted to – Pleiades G – Poetry Contest
Perito Moreno Glacier
I'm
Speechless
Walls of Ice
Glaciers
My own eyes see, our future's history
John Derek Hamilton
January 27,2016
down the mountain side
glaciers calving in meltdown ~
sweltering planet
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of brilliant blue,
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites-
arcane crevices and jagged peaks,
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
These huge shapes of water speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
When you ask about my trip, what will I say?
That the river waters are milky azure, surging from melting glaciers
Glaciers pressing through granite masses
So huge they might be clouds held tightly in valleys of fearful peaks.
I’ll mention a rolling waterfall, not tumbling or churning,
But a smooth turquoise roll without break or boulder to mar its perfect curve.
The frequent rainbows.
The brilliant stars in an upside down sky.
I could talk about those things.
I’ll show photos of soaring peaks shelved with hanging blue ice,
Of towers of rocks named “hilt” “horn” “sword” “blade”.
But when we talk, I will not speak of the slope of his shoulders
As pretty as the angle of the late summer sun there.
Or the tilt of his head when our eyes sent messages
That others did not receive
Or the linger of his casual touch,
surprising as the stirring wind in that place
A wind so wild it smashed the lake into perfect circles
And roused it to spinning spouts
Sent rushing across white capped waves.
I will not tell you of the heat from him.
An encounter as fantastic as the place itself.
Arousing the curiosity of noone
To remain as untraceable as the path of a gliding condor.
About the other things, I will tell.
Until I swirl my wine glass and suggest
We do the dishes and let out the dogs.
In the stillness of frost, the glacier rests,
Bound by the law of inertia’s quest.
Silent and steady, it clings to the land,
Until gravity whispers its gentle command.
A force unseen begins the glide,
Massive and ancient, it cannot hide.
For Newton spoke: F = ma,
And so the glacier carves its way.
Downward it presses, a relentless might,
Through valleys and time, both day and night.
The ice grinds rock in a cold embrace,
Shaping the earth, leaving its trace.
But action meets reaction's call,
As the glacier leans, the earth stands tall.
The ground pushes back with an equal refrain,
And meltwater flows where the ice once reigned.
From towering peaks to rivers below,
The laws of motion direct the flow.
A timeless tale of ice and stone,
Where Newton’s wisdom is clearly shown.
stranded glaciers
tear drops stranded glaciers
rolling stone balls from my eyes
bat drippings
in
the
cave
canyons
have
all
run dry
i
am
but
an
thimble
setting
on your
thumb
take
me
on
an
ride
hide
me
from the sun
my poems
are like
an
buck it
eight
seconds for an ride
shouldn't take you that long
to see we are but a waste
of
time
under
manned
fear facers
stranded glaciers
?
majestic glaciers
the hottest day on record—
Antarctic meltdown
My poem was about innocent hearts
not purloined, perfumed farts
'Twas about forever lingering kisses
not everlasting, beer-induced pisses
Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
no excretions of gooses or ganders
Lines conjuring up treasured memories
nothing about S&M or pederasty
'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands