Best Ice Cap Poems
ice-cap head
smoky mouth
red charcoal feet
Categories:
ice cap, metaphor, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
polar ice cap melts
bears cling to floating glaciers...
world’s top is shifting
north pole relocates
tropical forests are glazed...
history repeats
*Entry for Skat’s “Top of the World” haiku contest. Many scientists believe the North Pole is in the process of shifting and that there is no real danger from alleged “global warming.” It’s a natural cycle that recurs about every 10,000 years.
Categories:
ice cap, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent- 28
These vain Little Men who strut on the World Stage
Come together again the twenty-first time
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage
The World is yours mine must not be held hostage
By men who pout vapid irate words as mime
These vain Little Men who strut on the World Stage
Far more than kami-kaze terror carnage
Melting ice-cap Poles promise Fire Next Time
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage
Watch how for profit wild fires worldwide rage
While leaders read ghosted-scripts to waste our time
These Little Men who strut on the World Stage
Earth’s shield pierced by lethal Sun’s rays wreak damage
Mutate living organisms make rot clime
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage
Would such men who care only for polls image
Remember mighty empires last not a rhyme
These vain Little Men who strut on the World Stage
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
ice cap, environment, holocaust, political, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
Sure as the cherry blossoms flutter whispers
upon a winds breath gently dances lace
pink softens petal wrapped cotton silk
winds whisper when Christmas falls
unfolding a white blanket reversed undying
cold melts frozen ice cap exposed life
As the ferry man always calls tricks
chills piercing icicles crystal clear cut
cracks appear under a surface cross
mirrors of destiny from the salted ocean
we pay homage with our dewdrops sparkle
Recollecting time falling back
counting down past sins
kissing your feet in each step forward
Forever adds up to precious memories
searching the stars fallen burning fire explains all
where dust remains upon a magic wish blown freely
Always light of our Saviour comes
crowing heavens sky supernova
star of all stars prince of peace
enters a King's blessing
so comforting warm alone with you Lord
joyous angels of Grace forever holds
the highest of all notes chanting
brightly upon one treasured gift Temple
Ark of the covenant I believe in you
Categories:
ice cap, angel, beauty, blessing, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
I’m falling down the mountain
Courage can you save me?
My world's turned upside down
Inner strength to my rescue
The blizzard sat at the summit
I was almost at the top
My calling, climbling to meet
My fire burning, never stopped
I’ve lost my head, lost my footing
Tumbling down like an avalanche
Hoping, this moment is fleeting
Though out of control, out of touch
Then the mountain speaks
Rising higher with every step
You are my mountain peak
My crown awaits your ice cap
I was falling down the mountain
Courage heard my desperate call
My world facing devastation
The climb rescued my fall
I cannot concede defeat
I’m the paved highway to heaven
Taller than the empire state
I challenge everyone who’s driven
Categories:
ice cap, inspirational, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
What If There Was No Tomorrow? - The Polar Ice ‘Cap’
- this time it’s burnt and curled upon a new head. The
sweet smoke of his sugarloaf effigy black as night,
surrounded by a material red trim, below Parliament houses
blows political greed into fiery smouldering smithereens –
then it floated and landed after years, drifting, onto
the crown of a man: a business man portraying
wealth and class; here it sat above suit and below sun. The
American dream swirled with scotch and the tip of a bowler,
only for the same piece (restyled of coursed) to later sell for
pounds to make the pupils of any impoverished person pop:
his Hamburg with a knowing dent in back, how it span and
spun from black to grey and back again around Hill’s peak
to be dyed again and tilted just so. Now it’s pillbox pink and a knitted
O of a name/shape-sake that covers her head where her husband
had a target upon his. Watermelon-pink colour dye actually: the very
same fruit palette of brain cradled in her hands at high speed.
This latest star attraction of Burgdorf’s no doubt was, decades
prior, nothing but a mix of lifeless green and sludge brown from
grass and cud - metallic dead daises ducking over No Man’s
Land. A Brodie: styled on a not-yet-pulled pin grenade atop
beads of sparkling sweat, dripping slipping salt where now
a pedal controlled sewing machine stabs and pins sequins into
veils that hide brides with (it must be said) the same success
that protected Fawkes’ Plot or Churchill’s reputation or
Jackie’s husband and the slaughtered soldiers’ skulls - but
still the accessories twist into fascinators fancy enough for
mothers to weep below, only to find the box dish or bow
to be knocked akilter during the traditional bouquet mad
dash - then up – up – up! into the air before landing anew,
refreshed as a Gatsby or Hijab, perhaps a Trilby or Zucchetto;
better yet, the Boater or Sailor we’ll need when the hat that covers
all our heads smoulders and peaks when next dented and melted: a
loose grenade we can’t be veiled from, nor refashioned nor restyled
when the next season’s must have
will be a copper and bolt
protective Diving Mask
for the drowning tomorrow
from The Polar Ice 'Cap'.
Categories:
ice cap, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
My skeleton never grows fat
I wonder who my stomach is feeding
This morning,
I had rocks for breakfast
I owe my existence some roughage
I’ve logged thousands of mileage
But my feet haven’t taken me everywhere
I’ve started counting down the years
And at 33, I can start to imagine a time when I’ll be no more
And in my eternal silence, other thoughts will speak
Other lives will evolve whilst I go extinct
This damn fly on my lip
How do they survive the cold?!
I’m still alive in this shithole damn it!
Man this cave man, this cave!
And no, this is not a frown,
Granted, you’ve never seen me smile
It’s just my world is just upside down
And so I am
Your heaven, my hell
And my hell, oh well, let’s just say you don’t want to ‘snow’
If the animal migrations don’t return, I don’t know
Let me wear my polar ice cap and go outside
Build a fire to smelt the ice
I need to water the garden
We’re in a drought and the children need to grow
And 28'000 years from now when I’m older, I’ll be glad I was a gardener
Because I won’t mind the food chain churning me into compost
And my fossils are displayed in the museum as the ‘missing link’
And those rocks I ate, convince Indiana Jones that I was ‘dumber’ than a rock
Categories:
ice cap, parody,
Form:
Free verse
7/23/22
Unlike anyone
Can't be worried about none
Got to get it done
As well as have fun
Doing it all underneath the moon and sun
Took losses but mostly won
Carrying a gun
Weight on my shoulders light as a feather or a ton
Regarding me, ladies often shun
So I just move on and hit another home run
All night and day long
I remain strong
Despite feeling lost like a stray dog
Not all have something nice to say
She won't give me the time of day
No matter, I'll find a way
Without there being a price to pay
You won't, but believe me
This all seems to be
Somewhat cheesy
And far too easy
People remaining sleazy
It's nothing new for our species
The tires wearing down, getting a little screechy
Another glass of alcohol instead of Fiji
Feeling alien like E.T.
Far from peachy
Can't get any time back
Girl you got something about you, I like that
But you're always trying to strike fast
Staying cold like an arctic ice cap
I can't even get you to reply back
Left me high and dry in less than five flat
At this point I laugh
With much of this I could do away
I'm hungover, but I don't need to recuperate
I still show up and work through the day
Then I rejuvenate
Nothing but the truth I state
What I do, you can't duplicate
With you, I tried to communicate
But you just wanted to mutilate
Regardless, I got to do it now, not in a future date
Respect to the Holy Mother
She's always trying to throw me under
In hopes that I will only suffer
Among all these trophy hunters
Seeing mostly colors
Still a lonely er
Categories:
ice cap, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Snowing again, this is unbelievable
When is it going to end
This winter of so much discontent
What happened to the warming trend
Heard our ice cap is melting rapidly
Is that not just a natural cycle
As this old earth normally evolves
Does it affect us guy's survival
Here's my opinion for what it's worth
It's as natural as all the seasons
No need getting into a real big flap
We'll survive as we have for eons
A simple old man just bumming along
Like the last seventy-eight years
Don't mess with my brain, that's silly stuff
Gonna down another ten beers
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
ice cap, snow,
Form:
Quatrain
ONLY BOYS
I saw today Russian sailor cadets,
All in forbidding black uniforms
And black fur hats. Twenty,
Walking through the city to their barracks -
Out-of-step for it wasn’t a parade -
But still in column-of-twos.
In the metro they milled around one end
Of the carriage very politely.
Like a small herd of furry
Domesticated creatures, well-trained.
Next year they will be on an aircraft carrier
In the Gulf, in harm’s way;
Or on guard in a submarine
A thousand feet below the arctic ice-cap.
But they were just boys really -
Every one some Russian mother’s son.
Categories:
ice cap, people
Form:
Free verse
man and woman I guess
were created opposites
stay together as opposites
but once they come to know
about each other’s names
they become like poles
both south or both north
the magnetic field blurs
then ice-cap covers faces
awaiting climatic hazards
to perform rare charity
of warming up the ice-caps
Categories:
ice cap, irony, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
I AM miles away in outer space sending a message to the human race
Your wildlife is dying in fields of fire
And your ice cap is melting as the temperature gets higher
You have so much plastic that fills your sea's
And your world is being infected by a new disease
You have a problem without a doubt
And you need to act now to sort it out
You have a hole in your ozone that is getting bigger
But your leaders denied this they laugh and s
So I am sending you this message from outer space
You need to save your planet and the human race.
Your intergalactic watcher
A. LIAN...
Categories:
ice cap, care,
Form:
Rhyme
Open water now flows,
Dividing the ice cap with a stream.
The devastation grows,
yet we ignore Earth’s scream.
Mankind must fight global warming,
we must unite and find a way.
The results grow more alarming,
with each passing day.
Earth as we know it is dying,
from our own foolish actions.
The government first tried denying,
now they hinder us with distractions.
Humanity must join together and commit,
Save Earth or perish on it.
Categories:
ice cap, nature, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Consider all the years of planet earth
so much change in all that time
even in past century so very much done
became hi-tech age but is all in rhyme?
Now less think now about far into future
one hundred years seems a long way
will that generation know things now?
for no one knows what's ahead in a day
The world may not be here then
Jesus could have returned here
but the world may still be open
open for service may be laid bare
Climate control may have taken over
the arctic ice cap will have gone
so much water covered so much of earth
even fish won't be found gone to spawn
A century of years later
where much indeed changed
if we peoples still do exist
at best we'll all be rearranged
(I have written this piece to look at what I think my version of this world 100 Years Hence would look like.)
Categories:
ice cap, age, environment, future, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
A smile on her face and a gleam in her eye - From the poem 'Batter up.' by Eve Roper
I can't deny she doesn't know
what will happen, what shall come later
That one day the free-spirited angel we see will vanish
One day her optimism will fade
as she discovers it isn't worth the light of day
Hard work pays off, well certainly
that's what we are told we have to think.
One isn't always so fortunate to never experience
behind the scenes work.
What you see isn't ever the whole truth
only a bleak analysis, a review
The submerged portion of the ice cap is fogged over
The mind is not the face,
happiness is not the grief and distress
The smile begins to fade
the gleam begins to grow dimmer, and dimmer
Her mind grows more aware
and she sheds her first tear.
her good memories disappear into thin air
her conscience roars as it takes over
her walls of sanity come splintering down,
in an earthquake named understanding.
Categories:
ice cap, 7th grade,
Form:
Free verse