Nordic Poems - Poems about Nordic

He walks alone, a shadow cast By memories too fierce to last, A warrior once, now lost, betrayed— By time, by fate, by war's parade. His brothers, bold, now rest below, Their blood, their courage, still they glow, In Valhalla’s hall, where feast and song Echo the names...

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Though you feel all alone. Please know that there are people out there sending well wishes to you. Some people will have lived through your pain, your anguish and fears. These people will look into your eyes and send you their strength to help combat your tears. Though you feel all alone how can that be true? When strangers...

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nordic light show night of auroras swirling fiery spirals spin snow buntings call soft purple green flashes leap across the artic night ~ silver solitude celestial outbursts magnetic sparks pirouette ~ pink shadows on snow scarlet reds cascade crazy northern lights unleashed ~ ephemeral mauve gossamer rainbows jubilees of cosmic dust ~ nocturnal side show rhapsodies...

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Lyriktribute to Anzu Furukawa AURORA BOREALIS (Satis Shroff) The sky was bathed In fantastic hues: Yellow, orange, scarlet Mauve and cobalt blue. Buto dancing, In this surreal light, On the stage, Was magnificent. Your heart pounds higher, Your feet become light, Your body sways To the rhythm And Nordic lights Of the Aurora borealis. Akin to the creation Of the planet we live in. And here was I, Anzu Furukawa. Once a small ballet...

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The Nordic Pyramid Up north, where I was born there is a mountain in the shape of a pyramid of course, it is much bigger dwarfing the Egyptian´ones. It is snow-capped looks desolate but every year I have noticed the snow crown is getting smaller now it is the size of a French beret. Soon the snow will disappear and the mountain...

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I bought boots for Christmas to tread the icy plains. I bought toys for Christmas with Santas in my trains. I lit my home for Christmas with a Cedar bright. I made cup cakes for Christmas for my love's delight. I bought Jane a dress for Christmas with ribbons pink. I bought for my grandma a cozy Christmas mink. I bought...

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Rans nets, which bind and trap. Ensnare and incapacitate all who swim in the oceans of life I tangle thy golden skeins. Your pearlescent webs that move in the voids between the 9 dimensions. Your webs of final fate that float and dance between the worlds. Ensnaring everybody in the 9 planes and all existences may your golden Webs ensnare the...

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I remember the day well though long has it been Tied to the cold stone slab as I am Buried in a cave made of sand On a vanishing isle of heather The memory hastens me back to happier times of mead, Food and of wedding bells chimes: Her plain face flushed with joy and triumph Flowing locks wrapped in flowers...

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Lament Brooding days, Vanquished in the unconnected gloom, Shower frost, Standing watch at dawn to pierce the morning With an artic tempest, Swirling ‘cross a land lost in forgetfulness: Sighing Beneath borderless views of...

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NORDIC ECSTASY You asked me a question, a nostalgic one Where I was in the seventies I was in the land of the midnight sun With the descendants of the Vikings. Looking at Norwegian rocks, their structure Along the corrugated coast of the North Sea I found myself on the lap of pristine nature As beautiful on earth as it could ever be. The...

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The Nordic Tribe There is a great movement of Scandinavians going to the South of Europe, they have their church, cafes and shops selling the type of food sold in the North. The Spaniards, say, accept and ignore them because these strange northerners came here for the sun and not take anyone’s work. You can call the economic refugees, it...

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Blond Nordic queen whom I would die for; care not my pulse beats fast ever wanting thee? Or care desire is more than I can bear when by chance you at times walk close to me? Blue eyes that make both knees to shake in hope that smile from thy angelic face might show. Perhaps, words may pass; I can’t rightly...

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The small orioles from Tennessee have migrated North, their yellow breasts match the bright daffodils in the grove, in the meadows, or in the plain's vastness. It's very late April and the Nordic spring is in full bloom today; there's little to envy, although the deep South has more beauty and warmth than of all New York springs. Cherry and apple trees show...

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ODE TO THE AVALANCHE QUEEN Brisk Arctic morning -- Where the giants gods rule Nordic Dawn Queen ( clad in her fragile ice apparel) Twirls and rumbles through the ragged mountains Seeking the object of her wrath and her affection. Graceful in bold glory she strides Mountain top to Mountain top-- Grinding bites of granite in lieu of breakfast Imagining a Reckoning with...

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Through forded streams, nostalgia seems, to be a sense of Nordic Dreams The pathways to yesterdays, appear to retreat to ample schemes. Broken nails and nightingales lighten up your brooks and streams. Take a lock of broken stock to see what truly seems. Lilt repose in lily throws, is knocking at my silken chair Through the slits, the moonlight sits,...

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