North Poems - Poems about North

wings catch the wind's plea, ancient calls across the miles, new lands greet the sun. ...

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According to the ballad, Davy Crockett, born in Tennessee (part of North Carolina at the time), kilt him a b'ar when he was only three (altho' only a song, always had my doubts about cruelty to animals from one so young). Playing with it night and day, young Davy should have taken more care (had a hunting reputation), he pulled the arms and legs off his...

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When not out clubbing hey-ho the merry oh at night with the Inuit I suspect by intuit an intrepid Inuk named Nanook a-hunting walrus he would go with his trusty harpoon traipsing 'cross the ice and snow then when paddling afloat he went in the harsh Arctic environment to keep out the bitter cold and damp in the very bottom of his boat there was a fiery...

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after “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, by Robert Frost This bridge meant something in some war, some yarn of man and God and law: but I think more of her and me: what were those others fighting for? There’s so much here to feel and see, and yet it’s rubbernecker-free! I love to watch the fishes jump: they sense the serendipity! Lads...

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Polar bear at the north pole, floating on a lone ice floe, thinks to himself, 'What happened to my world, where did all the ice go?' If to the south pole he did depart, penguins to compare, would he then be, a well-traveled bipolar bear? ...

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Walking downtown streets of Asheville I could hear drums in the white wind Despite being deserted I feel a thrill Of creative energy hoping to thrive again The shops full of unique crafts and goods With store workers seemingly bored Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood But evidence of roots still in stores Helene had come through full steam Wiping away many...

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TV news broadcasts the motel dark, she lies flat, belly soft with rabbit tattoos, ash smudged into the sheets. My boots drip clay and pesticide, fingers stained from counting nickels. Outside, a pumpjack bows to the ground, over and over, like it’s praying. She whispers something about escape. I kiss the scar beneath her jaw, taste motel soap and Marlboro light. The window rattles an oil train...

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norwegian feline with woolly insulation winter devotee AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 19, 2025...

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In April of nineteen twelve, a ship set sail so grand, A tale of wealth and power, a journey well-planned. Warnings were ignored, the ship sped through the night, Men on duty sleeping, Californian unaware of Titanic's plight. Steel and iron rivets, a mix of strength and flaw, A lie repeated often enough will often escape the law A plan, some...

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A great actor has died and is gone for eternity. Jay North has died at the age of seventy-three. He got up to mischief when he starred in Dennis The Menace. We all have a little mischief in us. He began starring in "Dennis The Menace" at the age of seven. After living for over seven decades, he died and...

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north wind whipping the trees.... winter runs ...

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I once had a beautiful life or so I thought, a beautiful, perfect lady or so I imagined, for me she was my world, for her it was my wealth or nothing, how contrasting these two weighing scales were. I was a well established banker who had everything going on well for him, I...

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I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville. Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill. I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C. He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami. We shared some jokes and when food ran low resupplied at the green valley of...

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How long wait for sun? Darkness starts to stun. Frostbites have begun, The heater blows cold. The worst cold foretold. So cold, the north pole. A wait to console... a plea to my soul. Words cold in my mouth. Deep ice yet there's drought. I'd die if it's south. Dark veils, sun deferred Polar nights, I heard. Survival blurred. Death has a threshold. As cold nights unfold....

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[verse] Our friendship has always been my North Star The guide to everything out there And when we lost touch I lost my compass I sealed the wound with fire, And trudged on with desire Trying to recreate what we had, The effortless close bond, over time becoming sad People did not meet me half way They did not grasp...

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