Short Antarctic Poems
Short Antarctic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Antarctic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Antarctic by length and keyword.
Hidden yet rugged
At the bottom of the world
Cool water flowing
High above Hell’s barren gates
High above ringed deception
THE PENGUIN
The penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
There was once a penguin who thought
That religion and morals were naught,
As he swam in cold water
He thought, "Boy, I oughta...
Do something, but I don't know what.”
Annoyed with Self Worship
Am annoyed with those who self worship,
And out has been causing so many to flip;
At least four
Or maybe more,
To Antarctic for years should take a trip.
Jim Horn
Penguins are flightless birds
Their home Antarctic
They are sea birds
In colour they are black
and white
All they need is a
big red bow
To dress up their tuxedo
The ladies wear scarfs
tropic afternoons
spent on her Antarctic glares
my dent on cosmos
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Date: 25 / 12 / 2016
Form Haiku
Icebergs in the Antarctic and Arctic are menacingly melting,
Mud slides, freezing Winters, summers are sweltering,
Oceans are encroaching, drowning Earth,
Rainfalls severe across its girth and dearth,
End of humanity, a dire situation globally threatening.
I dreamt of north and south Pacific
Of the north and south atlantic
Of the Indian and the Arctic
And the vastness of Antarctic
But it was in the Pacific
That my heart was pacified
For your beauty is terrific
Your charm struck my pride
September 12, 2022
1.
helter-skelter mode
wind gusts scatter leaves again -
disorganized thoughts
2.
antarctic heat wave
spit crackles pre-hitting ground -
our picnic postponed
3.
chilly fall evening –
last traces of you leave in
eagle’s sharp talons
4.
death gave me the news -
I said, “You’ll have to wait friend
cartoons are on next”
Long Tooth
April 18, 2017
In the twilight of the snow gods
A twinkle-mist plays in the
Car-light express of a ten below day.
In the street a man rushes by--
Frozen--wishing that
Amundsen and his team
Would appear and take him onward.
When in the icy deep
The man secretly yearns to stand
Marrow to marrow
With the Antarctic pulse that
Held so much promise
For the ice-men of long ago.
"Mush."
What is contentment? Please let me know
Describe it to me. --I've been wondering so
Is it deep down inside you? Does it last very long?
Does it leave you the instant things start to go wrong?
Perhaps it's just an aspiration, a star for which to aim
Or is it an aberration -- like Antarctic rain?
What is contentment? Please let me know
So I can experience it for a day -- before I go ...
silver penguin
turns its head across thick haze…
a mating call
. . . . .. .
* according to nationalgeograhic.com, adélie penguins (winter animals)
live on the Antarctic continent and on many small,
surrounding coastal islands. They spend the winter offshore
in the seas surrounding the Antarctic pack ice
(c)
Debbie Guzzi: Animal Haiku
nette onclaud
Everyone who has money
should drop it in a vat and
anyone who needs money
should take what they need
a Swede, a Dane and two
Norwegians tell Fred, also an
economist who flew in from Yale.
After a three-day seminar in the
Antarctic, the four men sit down
with tankards of ale, each comfy
in a chaise lounge chair on
an ice floe slowly melting.
Back at Yale, CNN interviews Fred
about his book on the seminar.
The CIA is now investigating.
Donal Mahoney
the sky was cold and grey
when
yesterday
you told me where the Secret Penguin lay
in bygone years
they say he was a sight
the avian conundrum
in black and white
operating in ice-cold
frozen stealth
he redistributed the ocean's wealth
some say
he went down in a bullet hail
trying to save a hunted humpback whale
his misty memory
lives down under
he left us with much more than wonder
in the Antarctic wilderness below
his noble three-toed footprint
in the snow.
A peaceful place is not only the Antarctic or sea but the toilet seat.Sitting on it and doing my business is like heaven for me.
But when I see YouTube while doing my work is like having Dorito's with chesse.
When I go inside the toilet it feels like I am entering a whole new world where I can do anything I want and nobody is going to stop me and makes me feel like I am in my own country.
But when I exit it is like leaving my most cherished possessions and makes me feel like crying.
The sky was cold and grey, when, yesterday,
you told me where the Secret Penguin lay.
In bygone years, they say, he was a sight,
the avian conundrum in black and white.
Operating in ice-cold, frozen stealth,
he redistributed the ocean's wealth.
Some say he went down in a bullet hail,
trying to save a hunted humpback whale.
His misty memory lives down under.
He left us with much more than wonder -
in the Antarctic wilderness below,
his noble, three-toed footprint in the snow.