Northern Poems - Poems about Northern

Summers up north are reasonably cool. Hot, sweltering temps are just not the rule! So if the heat turns you off, come up here and have a quaff of cold beer beside my new swimming pool!...

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Northern lights, painted From nature's hand, brushstrokes of The celestial sky...

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Love is closer, than you think just look, l'd hoped you see his despondent heart, alone, did sink so come, i'm here , tell me. I'm here, i'm near, so have no fear as Northern Lights take place, l see, l hear, your music tears so come, so come.... and seek his loving face. A hand, reach out, the angels shout a...

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northern lights erupting in midnight skies ~ a fiery dance ...

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'Write Thirteen Beautiful Lines' Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Constance La France (April/May 2025). Where hills are alive with imagination carried by clouds toward their destination Lakeland fells and sheep Liverpool of cormorants Wales with its dragons Yorkshire and terrier dogs in Lancashire towns of redbrick and cobbled folk who worked with bare hands to build a much better world beneath these beautiful skies. ...

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To strengthen the people within The colds of winter The melting of spring We as folk in happiness oh the joy it brings An area beneath the surface An area above the artic domes A peace strengthened by the artic tones America your ambition Pur so so ere ed distincted why A unison of ageless together ess Asked the writer why Oh ye in tranquil...

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Of burning sight, we grow the flora, From dancing light of my aurora. A stunted garden, met with showers, Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers. In casting passion, bright the sky, Of green and blue we share an eye. The way of stars and trees alike, Through boreal we join and hike....

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we use them for riding, milking, and meat welcome to Northern Mongolia, my sweet. You are now a reindeer person, like the rest of us. The one you are riding is named Little Big Gus....

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Oddly, I had no news on, at all today, I just heard about your city’s early morning’s sway! Having lived through earthquakes, I know that fear… You wait for those afterschocks, that’s so very clear! Keep flashlights and all electronics charged. God watches over you, he is your best guard! I do remeber building swaying to and fro. But there really...

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Beneath the heavens' endless gleam, Where stars like silver brilliant gleam, She stands, a beauty spun from dream, Her hair a silken thread on high. The moon, in awe, slows in her flight, To touch the waves that seek her name; Each lock of hers, a thread of light, That puts the restless sea to shame. Her voice, as clear as crystal streams, Cuts...

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It had something to do with American hostages in Iran was all I knew. Some political complication that required a showing of the flag. But Iran had been our ally? I’d seen their sailors train at our base, And their uniforms looked even nicer than ours. Now they were the enemy? OK. I don’t ask questions. It hadn’t been...

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Out of the blue on this summer day Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake Sure what the hell and that is that I will match the older boy’s vim and whim Two strong boys armored with Nietzsche arrogance and Tolkien muscle Armada of scarecrows and wrists assemble on Wally’s manmade beach To accompany us...

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The northern pintail does not hesitate. For mating season, he's never late. When he espies the first spring flower, He heads north at fifty miles per hour....

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For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch a glimpse of an old cart out front and stop. Nothing moves or makes a sound as I approach on foot. It's as if the spirits of the place have paused and have taken refuge...

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City born Northerners, Kiss the last rays of sunlight, With pampered lips While those of us born and raised In the south, Appalachian – We dust off the melting sun With a laugh that sheds the heat From our pores and restores our Hope for the star strewn silhouette, Breaking through the endlessness Calm and strong, worrying, With the distance between Morning and...

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