Floe Poems - Poems about Floe

I Can Only Imagine How N'Ice E-Z Floe

I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe...

Tubby in the calving throes
breaking free and clear 
shepherding, milking, and honing 
rambunctious as bovine bris
versus being stymied courtesy 
cow - wordly bull aiming writer's block
for drought of creativity.

Asper this instance,
when a dearth of ideas 
like a charred bait oven
finds me (a Brahms man) looking Bach
at drawing board

Categories: floe, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Floe

Duck-walking on sheets of ice,
only the sky just above my lips is melting.

I move forward by counting the parked cars.
A bundled-up woman I knew from last winter waves at me,
she is way across a slithering street.

She was in service in Vietnam, she nursed,
this part of her I remember only.
Her weathered face underneath her mouth-covering scarf
is

Categories: floe, poetry,
Form: Free verse

How Floe Nice Tubby In the Throes

How... Floe N'ice Tubby In The Throes...
(breaking free of writer's block)

Asper this instance,
     when a dearth of ideas 
     like a charred bait oven
    finds me looking Bach
at drawing board and/or the clock
as if inspiration
     can be found teasing out

Categories: floe, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ebb-Less Floe - For Contest

Ebb-less Floe


The ice floes will not return and he will never leave.


2/19/2016

submitted to – In one line (monoku #7) write what you see or feel – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Poet Destroyer A

Categories: floe, environment,
Form: Monoku

Life On the Floe - 1

I had lived on the ice-floe for about a year
My world had become absolutely geometric---
everything within my vision was linear.
And the whiteness had taken me past the point of madness.
Learning the language of the wetness of the wind,
of a smell in the air,
(there are no shadows on the floe),
and, beneath my feet, the ride of

Categories: floe, allegory, introspection, lifeme, me,
Form: I do not know?

Life On the Floe - 2

The (Sahara) has its women, if only in its vapors and dust devils,
But on the floe you don't think of the flesh,
and you seldom remember it,
Except that which, with bare hand and bare wit,
you can catch and rip apart with your teeth.

There are nights, though. Quiet (for the floe)
when the pain of being human and

Categories: floe, allegory, introspection, life
Form: I do not know?

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like

Categories: floe, depression, devotion, education, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme

Ice Floe

06 February 2010

Ice Floe

The glacial epoch is now part of history
The spectacle of glacier widely seen in the Arctic
A habitat for Arctic mammals and where the trees end
This is the land of the midnight sun

A huge mass of the glacier is shrinking
Detached to become an iceberg
And now melting into chunks of an ice floe
Resembling a

Categories: floe, life, nature, places,
Form: Free verse