Ice Age Poems - Poems about Ice Age

snow ice frost icicle January teeth are chattering February also March has been called off this year a new ice age in the Midwest we will not be planting until June...

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A few seasons ago My heart began to melt Thawing from ages of isolation Allowing me to unearth how I felt Discovering depth In the layers buried below Emotions that were stored away Now put on display to help me grow Still chiseling away As the journey will be long But boldly forging a new frontier With my heart unfrozen and strong...

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A white frosty morning With a highly humid atmosphere Fresh and clean breeze Cascades down the mountain Dews relax on surfaces Fog arrests the beauty Of the high and low lands Furs bow in uniqueness Stuffed cloak re-assigned My days are now short And temperature very low. I am losing myself When do I get to feel warmth ? Do daytime always come with heat...

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No matter unseasonably blustery March like weather prevails across my neck of the woods (Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania) and across the main body of these United States of America particularly original Thirteen Colonies global warming alive and well and promises to return with a vengeance after station identification. Find out pertinent ice age accouterments; gear up as soon as possible with suitable and necessary arctic trappings by accessing without...

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Impossible mission to uncouple accountability, (no matter minuscule - veritable drop within figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/ compared alongside industrial waste courtesy major corporations), yet helplessness prevails survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings twenty first century allow, enable, and provide exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity - body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales last breath before becoming repurposed -...

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She looked at me from The sky, full of her eyes. And set my Spring on a fire Where my stars and moon started to burn. And I couldn't find any place to run away. I dug a hole to Hades to hide all the ashes. Then the sound of thousand years of silent breaking, Generated a crack, Through which I...

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Saša Milivojev - ICE AGE An endless plate of ice The camel carries me Treading heavily Icy tears from sobbing splutter It stumbles Over the tips of the pyramids Weeping The soul is wrenched My firefly is not here At nine As it once was Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com...

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AUTUMN DINOSAURS FALL-- On a golden stream, You whisk me Bounded by my dreams Awaken me, you wake me As I walk in the jaws of the prehistoric pet Of the bronze-aged old Tyrannosaurus Rex Walk on Dino walk Your footprints are the Grand Canyon Where you lay your body are the Great Lakes Bounded by dreams Dragon reality Awaken me roar, roar Ever so daunting All died...

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Paleontologists have the very best pants, and the best careers to boot. They get to travel, and dig, and so many tombs they get to loot! They get to find fossils – body, trace, and footprints, teeth, and nests. They get to look for dinosaur bones, and they have fun above the rest. They get to pick up gray,...

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Try to open your third eye Sharp your sixth sense You can clearly see This earth is still passing through ice-age. People would say This summer was the hottest ever! If you’d inquire, you must see The sun is now heatless Not able to melt the deposited ice Of this helpless earth. Who knows when these fossils would get back Their lives, how ? Who knows, after...

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As the street artist draws on pavement tiles Asking money but getting smiles The street urchins would offer a hand Not to greet but to earn a rand And as the pedestrians would walk They pass by these fields of withered stalk And look away or look afar Unwilling to look upon poverty’s scar Yet if they looked they may just find A human...

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Strands of sugared spider web hang from the heavy, sagging eaves; brittle as bird bone, fragile as virgin love; complex as the human soul. Yet, with primal nerves I comprehend it's purity, it's thoughtless artistry enhanced by freeze. So perfect the construction seems, astonishing beauty, a magnified flake of snow; preserved by frost, strands framed...

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