Short Artic Poems

Short Artic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Artic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Artic by length and keyword.


Premium Member Artic Sand Dune Glatures

ARTIC SAND DUNE GLATURES

sand ice-bergs sand dunes a whole, awesome mountain hides enjoying range hills
2/24/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Form: Haiku


Artic Whiteness

HAIKU ~~~~~~~~ moorland... wilderness... attired in artic whiteness... stoats in ermine coats... ~~~~~~~~~
2/28/18 Haiku poetry contest sponsored by Deborah Beachboard
Form: Haiku

An Artic Vortex

Wisdom speaks in notes of light: If another hates
Their neighbour then truly they walk about, darkness
Having blinded their eyes heart to tongue; burnt offerings....
A winter's blast this altar so seeks ? Stripes, the millstone bleeds.
Form:

Premium Member Artic Faerie and Snow Bear

She drops from the sky when the right clouds are formed.
There is no announcement, not a sound of an angel’s horn.
She arrives with her snow bear, he is Artic normed.
They are fresh every time, both newly born.

We know she comes on days of the Northern lights.
She comes in the night, but we do not see her until day. 
When she arrives, Iceland’s nature turns up her brights.
We rarely see her in our life time, so enjoy her okay?
Form: Rhyme

Artic Hunter

Slow sleek steps,

Pounces on its paws,

Snow-clad fur,

Brushes off impatiently,

 
Ears perk up,

When squeals and squeaks are heard,

Steady and slowly,

Merges with the blanket beneath,

 
Almost at ease,

Confidently it please,

Lowers into its position,

Ready to strike,

 
Pounces on its paws,

Announces in its jaws,

Mouse struck beneath its claws,

Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws.


By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024


Artic Air Assassin

Blowing through my area for a few days
gust making temperature bitterly cold  
rushing underneath my coat; soo bold
penetrating my layers of clothing and boots
siphoning my body natural warmth 
hands throbs with pain; gloves no help
feet and face froze noticeably numb
leg bones stiffening as I continue to step  
restricting my singing and dancing blood flow
left me feeling empty, cold, and stiff head to toes
wondering, "are you trying to steal my heart and soul?"

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