Best Polar Bear Poems
I love living in the Arctic
The cold I find so cathartic
But you must beware
I'm bi-polar bear
If crossed I can be anarchic
I'm really a huge white bi-polar bear
You can take my photograph, laugh and stare
But if you come too near
You'll have reason to fear
If I'm in Hyde's mood you'd better take care!
I'm usually very docile and quite nice
Relaxing on the shelves of polar ice
For food I am howling
My tummy is growling
I need to catch some tasty fish to slice
I possess great big furry white paws
But at times I can show my sharp claws
So don’t mess with me
Cos I can be nasty
My emotions have no get out clause
I don't really like eating seal blubber
It's tasteless as a tire made of rubber
And I don't like to swim
Unless I have the whim
I should have been born as a land lubber
My smile can turn into a frown
One minute I’m up, next I’m down
I can lash out at you
So whatever you do
Don’t call me a stupid bear clown
When I'm feeling like good Doctor Jekyll
I don't care if you tease me or heckle
I'll toss you my poop
Big scoop after scoop
Til I've covered all your little freckles
On a good day I’ll smile so nice
Enjoying white fish which I’ll dice
See me bask in the sun
Then I’ll go for a run
And play with my friends on the ice
I feel a weird change, a rumbling inside
An avalanche of emotions, a landslide
My claws are extended
Your visit has ended
Red mist all around ~ turning into Hyde!
The truth, it cannot be denied
I’m a bit like Jekyll and Hyde
You'd better leave town
When red mist comes down
Or run to take cover and hide!
Written by Lin Lane and Jan Allison
05~18~17
Bi-polar bear’s crafty and mean
So snooty she acts like a queen
She’s cold and aloof
Of that I have proof
And was last seen on the latrine
Bi-polar bear peed on the ice
Bright yellow ice didn’t look nice
To cover her tracks
She grabbed her ice axe
Her chopping was not quite precise
Bi-polar bear made a huge hole
And into the hole she did roll
A male saboteur
Did not rescue her
He battered her head with a pole!
Bi-polar bear could not be found
It’s thought that Bi- polar bear drowned
I’d love to raise a huge glass
To whoever kicked her ass
Sadly he did not hang around
NOT for Contest
Follow up to a poem written with Lin Lane in May 2017
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bi_polar_bear_collaboration_with_lin_lane_901528
11-07-17
In May I joined in a collaborative write
with Jan Allison about a bi-polar bear
Since then the furry marine mammal
Has been treated at Arctic Health Care
Here is an update that may interest you
After six months of meds and therapy
Her symptons are even worse than before
She's being tracked; for her it's a tragedy
Lady polar bear roams the Arctic plains
feasting on ocean fish and baby seals
She goes on a rampage when hungry
A carnivore doesn't like missing meals
She loves to dive into frigid waters
from floe to floe, she paddles til weary
searching for the most protective cave
to hibernate. Beware of her and be leary
Lady bi-polar bear met a mate to her liking
and soon she'll become a brand new mama
While she hibernates with a baby cub or two
I'll fly to the Andes, in search of a lovely llama
The original collaboration from May 2017:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bi_polar_bear_collaboration_with_lin_lane_901528
I'm a polar bear, just that.
Don't ever call me bi-polar
or I'll angrily maul you to death!
Take a good look at me;
I'm a hulking menace.
Don't let my elephantine size
fool you. I'm surprisingly agile;
fast enough to chase down
an Arctic fox!
I'm a formidable apex predator
and wanderer of the North Pole.
When you don't see me,
I'm probably in hibernation.
My hunger is unslakable.
I can eat up to 10%...
of my bodyweight in 30 minutes!
My dense coat and body fat
insulate me so warmly that I...
sometimes overheat in summer.
When I do, I cool down by
plunging into the ice-cold sea.
Did I mention I can stand and
fight on my hind legs? I'm like the
energizer-bunny; incessantly mobile,
roaming hundreds of miles across
the barren Arctic tundra
in search of seals and fish.
I'm all dressed in white;
the snowbank, the perfect camouflage
for me to suddenly sneak up on a prey.
Invade my frozen kingdom at your peril.
I rule the arctic wastes like the king lion
rules the Serengeti!
Submitted for...
Strand Select A ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/01/2020
Date written: 01/24/2020
His name is Roy and he is my best friend. We spend hours each day pretending to swim. If only he could catch a single fish like the rest of his clan. We swim circles upon circles trying to catch just one. Oh he gets so discouraged and then I give him a pep talk. He was ruined I believe as they held him in captivity. And the visitors would continuously feed him lollipops and Snickers. I promised him that if he could just spend more time swimming around the fish that they would begin looking tasty to him.
An old oil rig lay ahead. Perhaps we will find some people food and he could be calm once again.
Roy, oh Roy! What am I gonna do with you? I should simply call the zoo keeper at the Antarctic Zoo! They could come and pick you up with one of those space ship-sized submarines. If there really was such a place!
Oh Roy, oh Roy! Perhaps we could find a really wealthy family and they could hide you out in their back yard pool! Now that’s a great idea too! Or I could teach you a few good jokes and you could do stand-up comedy. Now that’s a great idea! Or I could help you get your own cooking show! Sushi with Roy! You’d be an instant hit with your cool personality!
Okay, now back to my reality. I gotta try to survive out here too! It’s about two hours now to high tide! I’ve got some serious fishing to do!
Gwendolen Rix
11-30-14
Oh mothers of the world stand before your mirrors of
Self-reflections, now gather all kindred near, now just
For one moment imagine them disappearing, vaporizing into
The thinnest of air?
This realization is the future fate of the polar bear,
Look into the eyes of this beautiful creature of nature,
Behold she is completely unaware of the meaning of
Extension, this mother only knows her cubs
Are hunger, and there is not enough food to feed them?
The season of the ice grows shorter, the seal
Population has grown less and less every year,
And the Arctic Tundra of her youth has faded away?
The wilderness is vanishing, as man kind enters
This frozen arena of ice and snow, these creatures
Are running out of elbow room.
The mother bears cubs may soon become just
A numbered statistic, or even worse,
To the bitter reality of certain death, it’s time
We do something about it before it’s too late?
Many other species face the same finality,
Yet humanity turns a blind eye to this truth of realism,
What if in the future that mirror is fact not fiction for
Are kind as well!
Again mothers look deeply into the eyes of this
She mother Polar Bear, than again face this reflections
View at yourself, can you not hear the cries of her young,
As their bellies grumble for food substance!
Soon she this proud beast of artic freedom,
This wild symbol of Alaskan wilderness,
May have to choose which cub shall live or
Must die, so that at least one survives,
Which cub of humanity would you so close?
It is up to us the children of humanity,
To make some kind of difference in this world,
Or the only place the Polar Bears will be seen
Is in an inter-city zoo, but even their these
Creatures are in trouble, for the breeding
Programs have run out of fresh bloods DNA,
To produce heathy mating stock?
The future is becoming uncertain for many
Species, it’s all up to us now to make the
World at large a better place to co-exist,
With others on this big blue world of ours?
Until than don’t forget it’s their planet two,
The Polar Bears, tigers, lions, and so many
Others of God’s divine creation!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
for my two little energetic grandsons - Presley and Brenden...
PB the polar bear cub, was born in a southerly coastal den,
And for about 15 weeks or so, he’d stay inside his 8x10 playpen,
He was born blind, deaf, and with only a few strands of white hair,
And not being a twin or a triplet, made his single birth quite rare-
After two months he would venture out, to romp in the icy snow,
Where temperatures in the winter dipped, to -70 below-
He’d often watch his mother, sitting by ice holes on the sea,
Trying to catch a peeping bearded seal, for a delicious meal to be-
PB too would become a master, at this waiting game,
But not be very good at it, until after his 2nd birthday came-
When grown he’d smell his catch, from forty miles away,
The largest, most carnivorous of bears, seals were his diet’s mainstay,
His loving mom would teach him, all the skills he’d need to live,
And if he were in danger, her life for him she’d give,
PB was amazed how polar bears, could hold their breath so long,
Under water for nine minutes – they must be very strong!
Thirty months would pass, before PB was out on his own,
This 1500 pound bear, for 25 years, would call the arctic tundra his home-
The polar bear eats
Essentially meat
Including Man
If it can;
Now that you know
Do not go
Ever near
A polar bear.
The polar bear so they say
Is renowned for being gay
After salmon and stuff
Wants to huff and puff
For gawds sake don't get in the way
Penned 10 November 2017
BI-POLAR BEAR COLLABORATION WITH JAN ALLISON
I love living in the Arctic
The cold I find so cathartic
But you must beware
I'm bi-polar bear
If crossed I can be anarchic
I'm really a huge white bi-polar bear
You can take my photograph, laugh and stare
But if you come too near
You'll have reason to fear
If I'm in Hyde's mood you'd better take care!
I'm usually very docile and quite nice
Relaxing on the shelves of polar ice
For food I am howling
My tummy is growling
I need to catch some tasty fish to slice
I possess great big furry white paws
But at times I can show my sharp claws
So don’t mess with me
Cos I can be nasty
My emotions have no get out clause
I don't really like eating seal blubber
It's tasteless as a tire made of rubber
And I don't like to swim
Unless I have the whim
I should have been born as a land lubber
My smile can turn into a frown
One minute I’m up, next I’m down
I can lash out at you
So whatever you do
Don’t call me a stupid bear clown
When I'm feeling like good Doctor Jekyll
I don't care if you tease me or heckle
I'll toss you my poop
Big scoop after scoop
Til I've covered all your little freckles
On a good day I’ll smile so nice
Enjoying white fish which I’ll dice
See me bask in the sun
Then I’ll go for a run
And play with my friends on the ice
I feel a weird change, a rumbling inside
An avalanche of emotions, a landslide
My claws are extended
Your visit has ended
Red mist all around ~ turning into Hyde!
The truth, it cannot be denied
I’m a bit like Jekyll and Hyde
You'd better leave town
When red mist comes down
Or run to take cover and hide!
The white beast of the arctic circle
Stomping on the iridescent ice
Traveling far and wide across Alaska
Hunting for its next carnivore’s meal
He likes the ocean as cold as it can
Where he lives there is slush, not sand
The beast rest in a cave one starry night
They the sea reflecting the northern lights
Walking along the cold Russian snow
Her fur is transparent, it almost glows
The icy wind is rough and sharp
The bear finally smells some fresh carp
Relaxing after her mighty kill
She hasn’t eaten in a while doesn’t feel ill
Sliding against the ice to find her cubs
Sleeping peacefully in the snowy shrubs
Inspired by Seren Roberts
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the polar bear is unaware the reason
why its hunting ground is de-freezing
unlike the human race
it sadly cannot outpace
climate change, warmer is each season.
Celine Rose Mariotti
I’m Only a Polar Bear
Gosh, why do people not care?
about me, a Polar Bear,
I live in a cold, cold, place
I wish you could see my face
I protect my young cubs,
but people I tend to snub,
For because you pollute the air
way, down there,
And you caused this change in the climate,
The ice is melting up here,
You’re ruining the atmosphere,
Give me my cold, cold place
Don’t take away my space!
The Arctic is my home
I do not want to roam
Why don’t you try to care?
Don’t you know?
God loves us Polar Bears!
Celine Rose Mariotti
They say that, in your dreams,
a polar bear represents a reawakening….
And there;
In sight;
With the full moonlight off white in the night;
Reflecting a scene
of extrasolar plight….
Atop a very tall dirt pillar; a plateau;
Was a dead,
more than half rotted
polar bear
lying on its back—
Skeleton totally exposed….
Partly decomposed;
Half white/
Half hacked—
Face half on
like the matter of fact.
Emptily gazing at the stars.
I looked at the bear;
Then leapt off the plateau
soaring into that night.
That curious night.
So clear— and concise!
So wildly, peacefully, full of advice.
So scary
So lonely
So nice.
At least I can fly in my dreams.
Kings of the frigid tundra. WE ARE LORDS OF THE ARTIC. Sea lions and penguins fear us with a royal passion. We dine on the husks of the lost and left behind. With the crushing power of our jaws we smash asunder any victim lost in our hunger. The Gods of winter have given us the white robes of lordship, our fur pure and powerful. The winter is our rule and we march to shout of of our own horn. 1200 pounds of pure force, the ice crushes under the force of my paws as i gallop across the tundra. Men call us Polar bears but we are known by the gods by our true name, Thalarctos.... The Sea Bear.