Midnight Sun Poems - Poems about Midnight Sun

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I went cruising to Norway with my wife across the North Sea We travelled the route the Vikings took but with added luxury Our first port of call was Stavanger, it was nice to be on dry land A town with old historic white buildings looking fine and grand. Next day we sailed to Olden, majestic fjords either side...

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Pitch black, nothing in sight, the only sensation my body feels is the cold wind and the icy shiver creeping down my spine. My heart races, my legs quake as I'm pacing through this darkness: a faceless, crude, and nameless menace that threatens to consume me whole. I can only think of you, my sun, my midnight sun. My feet are weary, my...

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there's no tomorrow only today ~ for months on end shine polar rays...

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The hauntings of a midnight sun for struggles lost and battles won White nights to fill the summer sky the time for thought and asking why The universe misunderstood ...

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The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where children play and parents lose all sense of time until fatigue reminds them it it is time for shut eye as they call it a night where dusk is is a golden hue of stubborn phenomenon. The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where companies of mini-blinds sell shades of black to create artificial nighttimes for newly arrived...

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Predator Antiqua Multis Versus Respiciens Tempus I Watched Midnight Sun Fall Into Dark Shades Of Oblivion Part I I watched midnight sun fall into dark shades of oblivion with its dying light screaming in agonizing moans upon bloody battlefields of massive bloated carrion as weeping echoes surged up from its low wailing stones. I watched the dying of Time's repugnant wanderlusts fields of...

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A cigarette has to work For it to be smoked, A beer has to toil for It to be drank. Love has got to show For it to be loved, Wisdom has to have room For it to settle. I don't have the luxury of thinking. If my eyes can't show me How beautifully made I am, To perfect proportion and order, Then I turn my eyes...

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Than I saw the sun from night I saw the sun it greeted me and I thanked God without caring who say me Yet the night which was wonderful made me think and rethink Morning glory midnight sun who's hope and word's reflect the need's of men and who's need is beyond the need of monetary thing's might I find4 someone to thank God for That those...

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I am waiting for you to show up like the azure ribbons of northern lights in the end of the velveteen-blue horizon. I can almost hear your steps if I hold back my breath and silence my heart. Your steps having a caressing sound of touching the dusty ground. Your body is the living night - upon your shoulders, you hold...

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Beautiful light, Glowing in the night, As the city sleeps away, Waiting for the following day, Night's players play, And to be hiding everywhere, Stealing with things from one another And from people's homes and ripping off brothers, For a piece of money--- GREED! The midnight sun Burns shinning over everyone, Glowing in the night....

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Take Me To The Midnight Sun ...

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No light, Nothing bright. It's dark, It's eternal midnight. My life; A dark, moonless sky... A little star, Here and there, No difference... No love, no care, Nothing I desire... Then, you shot across, Spreading fire! Like a meteor, Lightening up; my whole life. Now there is love, Passion, longing, Now there is reason, And...beauty!...

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Moose hyde tanned, cut, and stitched to fit, Exquisite is its feel upon the foot. Cradled in its warming grasp, I take the first step into an unknown world. Shades of brown, green and grey, The tundra opens in front of me. Jack Pines so thin and tall pattern the land, Abundant in its rock, snow and ice. This is the...

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Long ago, in the fastness of the north lived a people known as the Inuit. They lived in perpetual darkness. Although they had heard of light from Crow they at first would not believe him. They made him repeat this fairy tale many times, for it sparked imagination. Imagine how long they could hunt. Imagine seeing polar bear before he saw them. They...

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