Eskimo Poems - Poems about Eskimo

Eskimo Joe took a liking to Nebraska Flo His bro said, oh, no, not her, no, no, Joe! When Joe was with Flo, they each had a glow Bright as flashing bulbs at a Kansas light show Love for each other continued to grow Joe helped Flo plant, weed, garden, rake and hoe Their romance was fast, it was never slow Flo...

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Eskimo Ellie loves training her sled dogs they are her comfort, her pack. they keep her warm at night, and appreciate her stories She lets them sleep inside the igloo, but keeps this a secret the other dog handlers would not understand they might think she is soft and silly her dogs are her family, where else would she make them sleep?...

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If I was an Eskimo I would live on an ice float sharing it with a couple of crisp clean white polar bears My children would play with their children We would swap stories Share child-rearing responsibilities Clean each other’s igloos Pesky men who think I am cute would leave me alone My bear friends would see to that...

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Wanderer, free spirit, gets around the endless world, he relentlessly seeks happiness. Open your eyes encounter an aurora borealis simple to perfection, like a lost Eskimo or as a Buddhist monk who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma. Or rather as an aborigine influenced by mysticism or a lost Sufi among the vapors of the hookah, the scents of a forgotten time that leave behind only the perfume of...

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My heart beats out your name In steady three-quarter time This waltz of love sustains me With the hope that you'll be mine I dream of you so often It's almost like you are But almost can't do justice It's woefully under par Yet when I get to see you My spirit soars to heights Not humanly attainable I'm passing stars in flight That's the effect you...

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I know very little about life a fact of which i am freely willing to admit And I take it not as an offense when I am proven wrong although I am headstrong But stubborn ain't a fault I am willing to be labeled with Otherwise why on earth am I so proficient at it or am I even lying about...

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Kayaking myself down Eskimo way I found an abandoned igloo and decided to stay The last polar bear promptly scared me away I know my scared face turned a weird kind of gray Luckily I could outrun my good buddy Jay We had his funeral yesterday His parents asked, but what could say? That I was thrilled I had outrun...

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How do you bore that fishing hole in the ice? I study an Intuit who is pretty nice. He tosses me a salmon, not once, but thrice. There is a faint smell like Daddy’s Old Spice. Do ice igloos ever have any rabbits or mice? His answer are great; they rapidly inform and entice. Do Eskimos have any kind of...

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Boe the Eskimo There is a little Eskimo named Boe He loves to play on the ice and the snow One day as he played on the ice, it cracked Boe, in shock knew the odds against him were stacked. Along came a kindly turtle called Jack He said "I'll show the way, climb on my back" So Boe jumped on board...

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I’m an Eskimo From the North Pole Being cooled by my gene Don’t,throw Lavas from the Volcanos What it may be Not harm them me Know I’m an Eskimo From the North Pole Being cooled set by my gene...

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An Arctic fox casts a shadowed glance Sideways on the frozen glassy lake, slipping Pigeon like, gingerly, through fractured light Images of a swollen moon swallows up the night Wanderlust for blood will keep him tracking Hunger pain is cryptic in the savage beast Frigid ice that slices through the birthright Wild storms bring shivering numbing cold Pain is cryptic as...

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ESTIMATING NINE MONTHS FROM ESKIMO KISSES TUNDRA tunics tendered, holding hot homeothermic sentient swaddling, stirred with warm waves of cocoa cresting charm, bathed in barometric swoon. sweetheart neckline netted nefariously close - charm capitulated. frowns forever forlorn, as aromatics allure — cologne colonization, fever-pitch of friendship, not so subtly sensuous — harbored hashtag, blue breath below freezing — frenetic, freeing OF ovulating applause. 12/4/2017...

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Eskimo Dream Eskimos know 68 shades of snow They count every flake Green blue ones fill children with delight Parents frozen like the dim light of day Wait with edges of a knife for prey They dare not move during the hunt for food Faces etched like leather on fierce weather In calmer times they sing Pound igloos into shape before the pending storm Mukluks...

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For Andrea’s contest Show me the Funny (part two) Eskimo Nell & the Door Repair Man Now Eskimo Nell Has a story to tell A tale, about my last visit Into her igloo I went through and through Though this entrance I’m told is illicit She said, “Just for you That one will do Coz the wind, it chills to the core Me back gets...

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Hi, my name is Ollyver, and here’s my doggie view: You could call me simply “Boo” and I’d still come to you! I’m fluffy white, the mini version of an Eskimo. My human lady makes me go out back and then yells, “GO!” Sometimes she says more than that. She adds the small word, “pee.” “Ollyver, go pee,” she cries....

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