Igloos Poems - Poems about Igloos

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

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

...[For the uninitiated and for the avoidance of confusion, this poem features a Penguin called Pilchard and a Pilchard called Penguin] _____________________________________ Pilchard the Penguin h......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Alaska The Rarest Gem Salmon imitates plunging dolphin movement Bald eagles chase ptarmigan above escarpment Under an ice floe a ......Read the rest...

...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 eve......Read the rest...

...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 lig......Read the rest...

...I am going on an expedition I told my family sweet. I might FaceTime, Zoom, Twitter or maybe tweet. But I have to seek my fortune, so backpacking I will do. I plan to go to Europe, Scotland, Irela......Read the rest...

...The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure; And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger. I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the out......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill, 8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out of black streets lanes and piles of......Read the rest...

..."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, though ......Read the rest...