Short Antarctica Poems
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Hidden yet rugged
At the bottom of the world
Cool water flowing
High above Hell’s barren gates
High above ringed deception
Antarctica
migrated to Africa
Africans welcomed her
at night all hosts froze
Antarctica laughed!
and the remains?
fossilized!
Of all creatures in the animal parade,
there's but one that each habitat does pervade.
It can live any place -
Antarctica or space.
Three cheers for the adaptable tardigrade!
There's North and South America
Australia, Asia, Europe and Africa
He's as cold as Antarctica in South
All his goodness ends in his mouth
Oh! If only his praises, his replica
at the cold North Pole...
aurora of polar bears
standing right-side up
waddle of penguins
living in Antarctica...
standing upside down
at the Equator
a hissing slither of snakes
sideways, on the edge
The Seeing Mind
He had been to Antarctica
As a tourist
How was it, I asked
Expecting him going on
About the majesty
Of the place
He hesitated and said:
It was full of ice, snow
And shitty penguins
Arctic and Antarctica
Two polar and opposites
Two lovers, all one of them
Two is one, one is two
Both are icy land and soul
They are friends in the heart
Their stories are unimaginable.
Friendship
Love
War
Past
Future
Forever
Lives
I don't know
where iceberg lettuce
winter squash
or snow peas grow
but it seems to me
it's not down there
in Antarctica
where and when it's freezing below
which only goes to show
pointing out if not advising
there's bait and switch in the pitch
and no truth to their advertising
If you make me a butterfly next time,
Please give me transparent wings.
I want to be of the glass-wing species.
And put me in Antarctica.
Where I will be special, unique, one of a kind.
For they have no butterflies there.
But wait! Make me special, but one of ten of a kind.
I want to take my friends with me.
JANUARY WAS ANTARCTICA.....
OCTOBER A BEACH IN BALI......
ALMOST FORGOT HONG KONG AT EASTER.....
NEW YEARS DAY IN SYDNEY......
NOW WHERE TO NEXT MY LOVE.....
EMIGRATE TO ENGLAND?......
More graceful in full blubber
than a ballroom dancer,
a seal slides down banisters
of ocean spirals
in ice-cold currents.
Smiling like a cat,
slipping into water,
swimming down and up,
for fish and krill and squid.
Sunning, sleeping on the rocks,
I could never push you over.
Seal - immovable.
Seal - so fat.
When I agreed to tag along with my new buddies and go clubbing,
I had absolutely no idea,
that I'd be flying on a plane with a blunt instrument,
on my way to Antarctica to club baby seals.
Don't worry, It is not going to happen.
I'm just along for the ride to club all my new friends
the first chance I get when they aren't looking.
I was just a girl trying to get through life. Trying to fight every obstacle that would get in my way. But then, came a point were I was lost, I was devastated because I didn't know what to do. It was like I was 2 souls in 1 body. 1 soul was a burning flame and the other was as cold as the Soviet Vostok Station in Antarctica, on July 21, 1983.
" Snow flowers in Antarctica (the South Pole) are a natural phenomenon that occurs in polar regions. The flowers are formed from water vapor that escapes from cracks in the thin layer of surface ice. Upon contact with the cold air, this vapor crystallizes, creating these flowers."
ice crystals flowers!
beautiful Antarctica!
a rare sight to see!
a glacial lake
reflecting snow- capped mountains...
mirror image
dripping water
suddenly frozen...
ice sculptures
two penguins
waddling through snow...
happy family
antarctica
inside my bed room...
animal planet
© kash poet
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Placement: 3rd; (Dec.2011)
Contest:Pictures of Winter
Sponsor:john freeman
What am I?
I can stick to any surface except Teflon.
Yes, I am an animal and I stick by my toes.
I can bark, chirp and click.
You heard me correctly.
I live on every continent except Antarctica.
My eyes are over three hundred times more sensitive than yours.
I kind of look like a lizard to some.
keep scrolling.....
I am a gecko
The square has four equal sides. Whether it is
in North America., South America, Africa, Asia,
Europe, Antarctica and Australia it remains
the same. From the highest mountain, deepest
Undersea lake to the most luxurious valley it measures
the same. No matter the holder, or the way it
is turned by life's challenges. global integrity
is it's namesake.
I happened on a tardigrade.
He told of places he had stayed,
and sadly sighed.
He spoke of the friends he had made,
and the times he'd been afraid,
and then he softly cried.
He'd lived in Antarctica and Spain,
the fiery desert and icy rain,
and neither froze nor fried.
He was old, in so much pain,
and asked, "why must I remain?"
before he finally died.
Trapped in your body
a city starts
screaming.
The master has broken off
a huge iceberg.
An Antarctica is burning
like hermitage
from the spark of a red robe.
Lips are riddled
with lies.
No face is left
to smile.
Ruthless with the words
and meanings,
they have manipulated the winds.
The puppets
have come to stop
in complete silence.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Trapped in your body
a city starts
screaming.
The master has broken off
a huge iceberg.
An Antarctica is burning
like hermitage
from the spark of a red robe.
Lips are riddled
with lies.
No face is left
to smile.
Ruthless with the words
and meanings,
they have manipulated the winds.
The puppets
have come to stop
in complete silence.
SATISH VERMA
To please everyone is...
To climb the highest mountain.
Dive to the very bottom of the sea.
Hold your breath for twenty minutes.
Hug the Great Wall Of China.
Live for days without water.
Go to Antarctica for a day in shorts and a tank-top.
Swim every ocean in two days time.
Bungee jumping off Mount McKinley.
Run across the U.S. in two days.
To please everyone is to please no one.
Form:
Let me tell you something
I live in sand
No water barely any food
Strong as a dragon
I have a beard still not old
I eat bugs all day , everyday
Always hiding from predators nowadays
I can't go to Antarctica
I'll die with a brain freeze
My skin is as rough as an alligator
Don't touch me I bite
I only can stand heat that is hot as hell
I may look like a wizard
I'm actually a lizard
Adelie penguin,
dear little thing,
black on your back,
black on your wings,
round white tummy
and flat pink feet,
your waddle is funny
and so is your squeak.
When you dive in the water
and porpoise around,
jumping back on your feet
when you land on the ground,
it’s a penguin I’d be,
if a bird I would choose,
wearing dinner-suit feathers
and flappy pink shoes.
A cold wind has the breath
of Antarctica coming up
from the south. Snow is falling
in the Alps. Small boats
huddle in the sheltered corners
of the Bay as I make my way
towards the foreshore
and the spray swept pier.
In the far distance, gulls wheel
inside a shaft of sunlight
gathering gold on joyous wings.
Suddenly, something leaps up
from out of its wintry solitude
to join them.
In Antarctica ice can be three miles thick
I try to fathom this but cannot grasp the trick
of visualizing a solid this deep and this slick
facts from a nonfiction book written by Rick
animals there turn bright dazzling winter white
camouflaged next to snow, they can stay out of sight
i would like to see Antarctica for myself, during daylight
i wonder if they have any kind of fierce sunlight?