Short Iceland Poems
Short Iceland Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Iceland by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Iceland by length and keyword.
Irish poet Louis MacNeice
went to Iceland toreercha paticular piece
He also worked for the BBC
& wrote his Pylon Poetry
Messi hits the wall
Iceland Argentina draw-
rock the Viking clap
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Musa's nose for goal
Super Eagles soaring high-
Iceland is melting
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Let us drink to this
Ancient windswept stone, the pearl
Of Atlantic sea
All rights released into Public Domain
I once met a sad Easter bunny
He cried as his choc eggs were runny
I said hop on your feet
And get out of this heat
Try Iceland, I hear it’s not sunny!
04~10~17
When scuba diving in Iceland need to wear long johns
Under your wet suit, at 32F, you'll never see swans
They tried wearing sweaters
Now they know better
Otherwise, they'd have been singing their swan song
When scuba diving off Iceland, you need to wear long johns
Under your wet suit, it's so freaking cold, you'll never see swans
They tried wearing sweaters
Now they know better
Otherwise they would've been singing their swan song
This red skin, whipped by the harshest wintry wind,
feels colder than the snow of Iceland;
wry thoughts on a gelid night
won't relieve my plight!
January
flee,
don't disagree!
Running and panting
to avoid an avalanche crumbling,
I take giant steps to avert danger...
while this red skin burns deeper than my anger!
Dusk
birds chirping before sleep
the sun has run away
stealing all that I love
the clouds
float past
they have stories too
that all become faded memories
incompetent fools
I wish I were a painter
this image I have expressed
would take me forever
then I could freeze time
and live in Iceland
where shadows live forever
Cloud watching,
cold beer froth
bursts gently on wet lips.
Sunlight in a golden brew
reflecting odd formations
that float as clouds
newly arrived from Iceland.
A blue sky movie
one seen before,
but this is a good sequel.
If I were its director
I would add
a squeeze of lemon,
a dry beer mat
but this will definitely do.
In Iceland there’s a Willy museum
It’s not huge like an old Colosseum
Filled with all types of willies
It would give me the sillies
But people pay lots of Kroner to see um!
Inspired by a comment Tom Cunnigham made on my Aurora Borealis poem
The museum has many exhibits of the genitals of animals!
1/8/20
Hope dies last
Wish list grows
Yule lads fast
Cash and cards
Smash and grab
Just one guard
Shots and death
Aims find blood
Cross fires death
18th December 2019
In Iceland Santa Claus is called ‘Yule Lads’
Syllables checked howmanysyllables.com
Written for contest Have a Merry 3-cubed Christmas
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
extraordinary
authentic - makes you humble ~
experiences
clean hydropower
iceland scenic waterfall ~
colorful rainbow
On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
Consider first the Alabama heat.
Consider next the toad
still as a turd on this rural bridge
rupture slung across a stream
where offal floats,
where clumps are belching.
Note the toad, the reeks
that genie up beside it.
Then remember Iceland
and the freshets of its Spring.
Iceland had no toads,
no reeks to genie up beside them.
Donal Mahoney
Lions, dolphins, hummingbirds and kangaroos
They have lots of things in common
Guesses please….
They are all animals. Yes.
They are alive. We hope.
They are all mobile. Uh-huh.
They have two eyes. Good.
Long pause….
They are…
Um…
They….
Anything else?
I give up.
They are all on money somewhere.
Lions in South Africa,
Dolphins in Iceland.
Hummingbirds in Brazil,
and kangaroos in Australia.
Stjornarfoss Falls is a cold fat white spider
clutching an enormous boulder of rocks
An intimidating landmark near Geirland farm
Southern Iceland, and there is a walking trail
She captivates you off the path, putting you in harm’s way
You do not mean to meander, but you do, thinking you are safe
She smirks as you get closer, knowing you will soon
Be fully entangled and captivated in her beautiful web
I‘d love to view the northern lights,
a stunning sight which brings delights
Dark skies awash with vivid blues,
with pinks and green or yellow hues
A rainbow in the evening sky -
this spectacle would catch my eye!
To see these lights would make my day ...
must visit Iceland or Norway!
Checked with how many syllables – 8 per line
LAY It On Me - 8x8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
1/3/20
Belligerent Bear loves his tree; it is the smallest one around.
He discovered it himself, it was easily found.
They gravitated to each other, the tree and the bear.
They were the best of friends and traveled everywhere.
Belligerent Bear took tree to Iceland, to Helsinki and Bali Hai.
They traveled on a train through Europe, seeing eye to eye.
They never had a quarrel, argument or squawk.
Perhaps this was because the tree did not ever talk.
I cannot believe the stories here
Spiders bigger than your hand
Snakes that hunt you
Birds that will break your head
And dogs who eat whatever they find
Not to mention the sharks and jellyfish
They will kill you without you seeing them
So what can a normal person do
Well, you can never be careful enough
You can stay hiding in your house
Only go places with nice, thick roofs
Or move to Iceland
It may be cold, but at least you’d be safe
© Poem – IV/X/MMXXV
LRET
In a fluffy blue sky, clouds of Europe revealed
The continent forms, so ghostly surreal
With a boot for Italy, three-fingered Scandinavia
Off the coast lies England, royal isle like Batavia
As the puffy land mass drifts over my head
There Iceland and Greenland, sans glaciers, spread
Out wide to the North -- when startled my heart!
Atlantis appears, right in the sea's part
cartographers ancient told us she lay
~ Then soft floats away, illusion at play...