Igloos Poems | Examples

Life

Our Earth is crumbling 
The skies are crying 
Igloos are melting 
The ground shakes in anger

Why?

People
Ignorance 
Selfishness

Today it continues
Nature is disappearing 
Life is lifeless 

The only matter is time 
Until nothing is left

I paint with Acrylics

I paint with acrylics
Oils are more vibrant;
But I have no patience
For letting anything dry

Watercolor is uncontrollable;
This is too close to my own personality
I cannot fathom the enjoyment of watching the paint take over
Doing what it wants when it wants, like my dogs and children.

Using neon paints I paint dwarfs, faeries, pixies, dogs, cats
Mushroom houses, igloos, teepees, pirate ships
Pirate queens, sexy cartoon women, witches, and castles

Painting is my always-always-land
It was an accidental hobby, inspired by a nine-year-old granddaughter
I decided to ”waste”one canvas when she begged me to paint with her.
Sixteen hundred canvases later, I reach for my paints.

Alaskan Hairy Man

reclusive hairy man is shy
hides out in secluded parts of Alaska wilderness
lives on mussels and crawfish
part of an ancient cryptid race
creeps up to igloos at night
peers in at children
inserting his ways into their nightmares

If I were an Eskimo

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

old man who was too easy

There was an old man who disliked the world
Anyway, he pretended it because he was soft.
If a salesman was selling igloos, he would buy.
So, to protect himself, he had to fence himself in.

His wife always said, “he is a sucker for everyone”.’
His heart was so kind, people took advantage of it.
She closed him off from the world after a while.
Because he would go broke giving to others.

An artist, she had a gift with concrete.
She designed them a berm house with a look.
A gruff, mean, nasty old man with a beard face.
He dislikes the world, she motioned to her man.

Salespeople ran off, fleeing for their lives.
Most never knew they missed their easiest sale.
Husband was content too, for they had money now.
Keeping enough so they could retire comfortably.

Candy Cane Uber Ride

How shall we get there? Mr. Snowman asked his wife.
She knew everything; she had not led a sheltered life.
We shall find a candy cane, it will take us to him she said.
They finally found one that was willing, all white and red.

Hop aboard! Invited the willing candy cane taxi cab.
She held still for them on a pinecone cement slab.
Santa’s Village please, Mrs. Snowman told their Uber ride.
She whisked them up and away in a swoop and a glide.

They passed igloos and the Eskimos came out and waved.
They passed a polar bear who had been deliciously caved.
They arrived at Santa Village in record time.
It’s Christmas said their Uber. She would not take a dime.

Featherless Angels

A long-time memory that hugs my heart, so many years ago. When I was nearing ten years old, I was playing in the snow. It was me and my two sisters, my brother and his gal. And there was also my dog "Snoopy" whom I've always called- "MY Pal." The snow had fallen for two days long, and it was bitter cold. But that didn't stop a child from playing in the snow, when their nearing ten years old. I remember throwing snowballs and constructing igloos too! We'd play all day in the snow, until our lips turned blue. But lastly, I remember, 'twas one of my favourite things. In the snow, we'd lay on our backs, and make "Snow Angel Wings."  

Playing in the snow 
Memories that hug my heart 
Featherless angels

Writer

When will it rain?
Rush to the river
Igloos forming
Throughout summer
Enter the main stage
Remain there and reminisce

The Wit of the Inuit

Their igloos were short on insulation
  Causing the Inuit consternation ~ 
    Since the tops were all bare
    They covered them with hair ~
  Aha! Their 'Wigloos' were a sensation

I Just Remembered the Eskimos

I just remembered the Eskimos, 
Strangely not wanting where The Sun glows:
Cruel winters not making them less bold;
To snows their answer an overcoat…

One would think the Eskimos long sold 
In some trade to Territorial Cold
Blocks of Snow to yield their Igloos 
That the beast limits like Doors of Zoos…

The Eskimo who in knowledge grows 
In languages trainable and he flows
I, a linguist, can try their Yupik
But in the end might buy a toothpick!

The Eskimo who everyone loves 
Could infected hands shake without gloves:
In far-off Alaska, most, hiding,
With their lives also touched Biden…

Without inhalers No Eskimos
Prednisolones, first, before I go.

My Eskimo Study

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 ridiculous vice?
He smiles as he serves me salmon on rice.

So Many Delights

New exciting whimsical things make me happy
Pink pigs prancing in party hats being sappy
Deliberate disco dancing dinosaurs delivers delight.
Lovely llamas lounging on lily pads bring me inner light.

Hobbies that cause my soul to hop up and down.
People who know how to smile, not smirk or frown.
Pirate ships full of women who have confidence galore.
These exciting things enthuse me forevermore.

Imaginative industrious igloos eliminate my ills.
Watching them watusi dance, brings me happy skills.
So many delights cause me to shimmy shake and smile.
I could keep writing these ideas up until they are strewn a mile.

Springtime In the Whirlwinds

Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s. 
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.

None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.

Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly 
Christmas gifts. 

When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.

Fortunately, we have almanacs
and  long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.

Days of My Youth

"Dreams are a form of time travel
without the jet lag"... Poet.


On Christmas Eve, I dreamt of the days of my youth;
back to when I'd toboggan down snow-covered hills.
And ski, although I wasn't skilled, to tell you the truth;
but that was how I used to get my Winter thrills.

The fun of caroling or building a snowman
was how we kept the Christmas spirit in our hearts.
And yet, today, I am just a foolish old man,
an aged actor, playing insignificant parts.

I woke to a heavy blanket of sticky snow
covering the city in a duvet of white.
And although I'm old, I'd very much like to go
frolicking through the snow on this nostalgic night.

Perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights;
I recall snowdrifts that were over ten feet tall.
And every house was strung with colored Christmas lights;
the magic in the air was felt by one and all.

On Christmas Eve, I dreamt of the days of my youth,
the fun of caroling or building a snowman.
I woke to a heavy blanket of sticky snow,
perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights.

A Warm Week In November

October had three days of ice
with howling winds of cold
Winterize your home tight
for winter is coming bold
Get ready for soups and stews
and every type of piping hot brews
To warm the soul and ward off ills
blankets and long johns to fight the chills
Stock the pantry and fill the freezer
the furnace glow such a pleaser
Be ready to get snowed in
we are ready for winter to begin
November arrives with skies of blue
temperatures warm enough to melt igloos
A warm week in November became two
hardly a sniffle and not a sign of flu
The month went into week three
temps of sixty and over eighty
Glorious days with cool nights
my low energy bills a beautiful sight
But December is coming with a northern wind
time to winterize all over again
Goodbye to November roses and mowing the lawn
time for those things for a season to be gone

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