Iceland Poems - Poems about Iceland

ENOUGH! I felt deaf from the ‘noise’ of information, constantly butting, buzzing against my mantra of: “The quieter you are… the more you… hear!” At present, my lifestyle felt media manipulated: tv, radio, newspaper, mobile, computer.. ad infinitum! Besieged by endless emails, monopolizing mobiles, beset by frenzied yaps from apps! Enough is enough is….. ENOUGH, I have to escape from the unrelenting hullabaloo. Can...

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RIDING ON THE CRACKED ICELAND Heat up! The cold Attic On the border to the mountain Full grown in Ice, a parking bay? On the furrow thirsty of warmth Iceberg will wait Snow! Not this night Seeing the Knight in cold Will tell the tale of a fit Our journey to the cold, sour Never mind! If we can build Seeing Ice not...

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With a golden circle of life People swimming in ice More sheeps than migrants of fife Supple, jolly faces speaking so nice A place so safe to reside Viking's tongue so rich to hide Lovers of books, elves in skirmish Folklore of nooks, shelves of the bookish Old democracy, noble Parliament Delightful delicacy, nourishing not feculent Old Norse, historical and eloquent Language of the adepts, minds...

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An overnight flight, I couldn't sleep if I tried Too excited to see what awaited outside We stepped off the plane to be covered in rain For an Icelandic adventure and memories to gain In a motorhome we went travelling around Selfoss roaring, geysir erupting from the ground On golden circle, we stood in two places at once No time to see...

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A one-dimensional photo cannot capture the beauty of Aurora Borealis Mere ordinary everyday words could never explain these feelings. I stare into God’s Iceland oasis sf blues, greens and purples My heart and soul want to draw or write of it, My muse knows better, she is too intimidated to get started We both understand that there is only one...

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Stjornarfoss Falls is a cold fat white spider clutching an enormous boulder of rocks An intimidating landmark near Geirland farm Southern Iceland, and there is a walking trail She captivates you off the path, putting you in harm’s way You do not mean to meander, but you do, thinking you are safe She smirks as you get closer, knowing you...

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In Iceland we settled down in a comfortable downy bed. My man’s arm was a comfy spot for me to rest my head. It’s a light show that you will see only once in your life. I loved hearing his voice, knowing he now called me wife. This honeymoon was a dream I did not think possible at all. Yet,...

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I am hiding in my bedroom, scared to death because my pajamas are not new. I dare not put down my soup bowl because Bowl Licker will grab it up for stew. I can feel him hiding under my bed, ready to grab it so I keep it beside me. Christmas is scary, for I expect to see...

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Meet Iceland's purple majesty Feel the truth of Aurora Borealis Her sky imploded explosion A gift from the sweetest and kindest angels Her emerald ribbons Her aquamarine braids Iceland's evergreens marvel at her glory Iceland's treasure shared with the world. Smiling onto her people Sharing her truths and innocence willingly. Optimistic and proud Feelings beyond mere words or song lyrics. Soak in her colors Soak in...

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Musa's nose for goal Super Eagles soaring high- Iceland is melting Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved. Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com...

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Messi hits the wall Iceland Argentina draw- rock the Viking clap Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved. Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com...

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Today i went to Iceland The supermarket not the place Trying to find a short queue Turns into a race Elderly lady at the back Tries to jump the queue Those further forward voice their anger “Hey, we were here before you” The lady shrugs her shoulders With two trifles in her hand Standing ages just for that Wasn’t what she had planned Trolley at the front...

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Let us drink to this Ancient windswept stone, the pearl Of Atlantic sea All rights released into Public Domain...

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On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq Consider first the Alabama heat. Consider next the toad still as a turd on this rural bridge rupture slung across a stream where offal floats, where clumps are belching. Note the toad, the reeks that genie up beside it. Then remember Iceland and the freshets of its Spring. Iceland had no toads, no reeks to genie up beside them. ...

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Volcano erupts burying a continent in a new ice age?...

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