Long Northern lights Poems

Long Northern lights Poems. Below are the most popular long Northern lights by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Northern lights poems by poem length and keyword.


Premium Member Beautiful

"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
                                                              ~ by poet

Some of the most beautiful things in the world
are those that are visually impossible to see...
A fern frond that we can feel, not yet uncurled
Mated doves cooing, "Come to me, my love"
Or lofty wind in a canvas sail when it's unfurled

Promises of a pewter sky when rain's sorely needed
Swaddled newborns while dreaming in slumber 
Starlight skies when the view is not impeded
Or fine fertile soil of this Earth in shades of umber
And polished pearls when oysters are seeded

The obvious sunrise morns and sunset twiights
A soul that was lost, then found its way back
Wavering hues of colors from the Northern lights
Pretty, a flower, growing in a sidewalk crack
Crystalized snowflakes and other wintry delights

Beauty can exist inside a good person's heart
In the prismed colors radiating from waterfalls
And at the greeting of lovers who have been apart
It's found in lost friendships by tearing down walls
Realizing life can be happy again with a fresh start

Our sweetest memories, when in dreams we drift
Smiles endowed to strangers who wear a frown
That may be what they needed to give them a lift
The glowing face of a bride, in her wedding gown
And how beautiful the offer of forgiveness as a gift
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member I Have Touched a Thousand Suns

i have touched a thousand suns
danced thru constellations infinite
lost myself wrapped in galaxies dreaming
tossed mercilessly from vortex to vortex
ran amok in meteoric showers across foreign skies
hidden in the eclipse shadows
pondered beneath the northern lights
in the purple-crimson sunsets
as quasars bore down on me
all of the glory the celestial heavens offer
none compare as watching the moonlight
softly in silence coming thru the window
gracing the face asleep next to me
a demanding volcanic lunacy
held in a breathless rapture
where time ceases
a vision escaping into eternity
the moon in its adoration
of the face asleep next to me

   Oregon   10/23

Premium Member The Longing

There are times I stand by the ocean
Listen to the rhythm of the shore
A sense of peace and tranquility 
Close my eyes and I'm sailing once more
I was out there on peaceful waters
And through hurricanes and high seas
I felt her power in the midst of the storm
And tasted the salt in the warm summer breeze
I spent nights sleeping under the stars
Taking my dreams to new heights
I have seen the Southern Cross
And stood in awe of the Northern Lights
My memories create a longing
For the days I spent at sea
My heart cries out please take me back
But I know it will never be
I want to board another vessel
Stand on deck as she pulls away
Spend my days out on the ocean
I'll be a sailor until my dying day.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Awesome

The sky burst with swirling colorful gases of green, blue, magenta
and sprinkled with diamond like stars reflecting magnificent color upon lakes
and streams. Aurora Borealis the northern lights what an awesome, breaktaking
beauty. Crowned jewel of the earth's wonders. A beauty that I haven't seen in 
person only in pictures or flashes across the screen in a movie. Movements like a 
ballerina on stage those spectacular pastels on display like lovely clouds moving in the sunrise filled with delight..A rainbow of promise on parade with meteor showers passing in full speed ahead.

  
A crown jewel fit for the King
Sovereign Who will soon reign
Flashing lights to display His throne
He Who will destroy chains

The earth is the Lord's; all fulness
The world and they that dwell
He is the crown jewel of heaven
He loves even those that fell

He deserves a crown of beauty
He got one of tough thorns
Crown Him now with earth's full glory
Our worship Him adorn


Contest entry for the Haibun that isn't a true Haibun contest..


The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Psalm 24:1
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Serendipity's Gentle Shake

Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand

         ********************

 . .  .  here comes the m o o n
taking shape as a girl
her golden skin, aglow
peering through the door
and slipping into the room
I grasp her across 
            the crowded space
            cerulean hair cascading
            as a waterfall over rounded
            c r e a m y shoulders
her eyes glinting as twin stars
are framed by a curving smile 
that splits her shell-pink lips
as our gazes lock, 
such a gentle breeze
                       that tease spring buds
                       her laughter carries 
                       a sweet scent of honeysuckle
beckoning me to step closer

here comes warmth
a candle soft flicker
and amber flames dance silently 
around the silhouette of her curves
shadowed with f e r vo r
                   winding through a maze of people
                   I find her waiting 
                   beneath the half-moon
                   her hands outstretched 
                   like a lifeline
                   pulling me from dark waters
                   our fingers intertwine—
                   her skin is smooth 
                   like sateen sheets
I twist myself into 
                   the folds of her body 
                   as her silken velvet voice 
                   melts between teeth like
                   sumptuous chocolate mousse
our parched mouths meet
kisses crash like thundering waves
drinking in the tart berry sweetness
                   and savoring every flavor of her

here comes desire
a flash of your eyes
a kaleidoscope of storms
                reflected in the blue—
                caught within the blue
                swirling like northern lights
on a cold winter night
I lay dazed and amused
drawn to your smile
               here comes a kiss
               upon our warm, starlit lips
               and I inhale your scent
               a sweet, rare perfume aura
under sheets of rolling hills
caressed by moonlight
the river whispers
                       “drown in my f l o w.”
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Deborah

Deborah:  the name I’ve grown into.

I am also called seeker, dreamer, believer, ever hopeful;
	For I am all these things.

Helen and John, grandparents extraordinaire, 
	Their imprint strong upon me as though they truly were my parents.

Deborah:  lover of words, of ideals, of the beautiful and the profound.

Truth, honor and integrity - these are my touchstones.

Cowardice, dishonor and mendacity - these are my fears.

Someday you may see standing in the bow of a boat, 
	Facing Kalvoy, Norway, island of my ancestors.

Someday you may see me walking a beach in Greece, 
	Barefoot, bare face turned up to the sky, daring the sun. 

Someday you may see me striding the moors, 
	Unpretentiously holding a walking stick and wearing English wool.
 
Deborah:  resident of St. Paul, Minnesota,
	Land of 10,000 lakes, northern lights, frozen winters, hot summer nights.

Radke:  the name I chose.
© Deb Radke  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Living Without a Creative Thought

I watch the world go by
People rushing here and there
All looking the same
Drinking the same coffee
Reading the same news from the same papers
Going everywhere and going nowhere
Lost in their own world
Only hearing what they want to hear
Seeing what they are told to see
Their minds are long lost
Never having a creative thought
Imagination died in childhood
They live in a world of suits and rules
Meetings and million dollar deals
Concerned only with making money
They don’t see the beauty of a rainbow
They ignore the music of a hummingbird’s wings
They don’t look up to see the clouds, the stars or the northern lights
Nor do they smell the sweetness of a new baby’s breath
They live in a world of their own making
Never knowing the reality around them
They don’t know what they are missing
And sadly they never will
Form:

Premium Member Just AI

As a citizen poet without pretension,
I offer a true tale of my invention.
A solid everyman in my community,
with a reputation of immunity,
I was happy and content.

I shared my thoughtful insights, 
and wrote about the northern lights. 
My words made grown men cry.
I think about it and breathe a sigh - 
I was something else!

But, one morning, I woke up
and drank acidic coffee from my cup,
which my wife served black as pitch.
Inside I felt a strange, hot itch. 
Could it be indigestion?

No ordinary heart inside my chest,
was it the Devil who had me possessed?
Burning inside, I fretfully undressed,
as, to despair, I acquiesced,
and went back to bed.

But, the feeling persistently welled, 
until, at last, I was oddly compelled,
and in terror, I was gripped, 
so my own skin, I violently ripped,
exposing my insides.

There, I saw sprockets and springs,
gears, knobs and other things,
and screamed an existential cry,
knowing I could neither live, nor die,
for all I was, was just AI.
Form: Rhyme

Butterflies

They slip in unnoticed
  just below the burning rays of the sun solstice
  lighting on the last flowers of summer bare,
  sweet nectar wafting in the heavy laden air,
colors brilliant, glowing, coy
 orange black monarchs and viceroys,
 great spangled fritillary yellows and whites,
 tiger swallowtails in yellow black stripes,
 California sisters, red admirals,  blues, skippers,
silent and stealth like they come on windy clippers
 floating and flittering in mid-August dance,
 waltzing on the warm light breeze tree branch,
 eye-catching, dainty lace winged soarers,
 quick and slow in flight flutterers scorers,
enticed by flowered whispers between thorn and nettles
 painted ladies hovering in place on petals
 mourning cloakers, dark gray stokers with blended color palettes,
 rudders navigating windy turns and landings on salads, 
 southern dogfaces heading south in transition
migratory lives gathering in submission 
 to climatic phenomena seen on the window pane
 tempered by the sun, the surf, and rain
 waving goodbye to the northern lights
 hello to the southern fields and forests cool nights.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

When You'Re With the One You Love

When you're with the one you love

Life...
is better shared by two
a double vision view...
is always better than one

Skies...
streaks of peaches and cream
what an awesome dream
I devour them with you

Bridge 1
Do you remember the days of old,
spent all alone?
Do you remember nights long ago,
nights so lonely?


I...
recall a... wild river ride
it may have taken some time
it's raging carried me to you

Why...
did you hesitate?
you were worth the wait...
life's better now, being with you

Bridge 2

Now darling,           we'll fly
through the turbulence of time
Let's fly...    just let the wind
blow us beyond the northern lights

Chorus
Life is so great...it's so wonderful
when you're with the one you love
Life is so great...it's so wonderful
when you're with the one you love

I've...
gazed at waterfalls too
what a majestic view
So glad I shared it with you

I've...ascended mountains so high
such a spectacular sight
made better being there with you

Bridge 2

Now... darling,            we'll fly
through the turbulence of time
Let's fly...together,      let the wind
blow us beyond the northern lights


Chorus
Life is so great...it's so wonderful
when you're with the one you love
Life is so great...it's so wonderful
when you're with the one you love

Chorus repeat
fade to zero

John Derek Hamilton
March 18,2017
Form: Lyric

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace