Short Polar Poems
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The vagaries within
truth and falsity …
are greater than
the differences between them
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Blubber Treats
Polar
Bears
Break
Holes
Fur
Seals
Are
Meals
Polar
A frozen lake where bears play sliding, gliding here and there.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: Monoku
polar bears warm balmy winter victims
arctic food chain collapsing
sea shore ice receding
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Pushing hard
against the words
the order
disarrayed
The ultimate guest
the consummate stranger
so close
— so far away
(The New Room: December, 2024)
The arctic
a wet dog
shaking off the cold
Winter
a feral dog
won’t do what it’s told
The b*tch is
it’s happening
exactly as foretold
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Polar Bears feel the Northern Lights before they arrive
They have a spiritual connection with this cosmic anomaly
People of the north do not question the mysticism in this
winter wearing white
snow sheet shimmers setting Sun
pug prints bid good night
‘Haiku Colour with alliteration contest‘
N/A
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Written 22/08/2020
aurora borealis renews polar bear’s hopes
her children and mate float into mind’s eye
this world is better than that one,
no climate change here
do not fear your transition
Polar Express Horn Haiku
Christmas came to great
All those willing to believe
You should be one too.
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The polar bear so they say
Is renowned for being gay
After salmon and stuff
Wants to huff and puff
For gawds sake don't get in the way
Penned 10 November 2017
The polar bears’ piece of land
on which they sit or stand
is melting into smaller chunks of ice.
That’s just not very nice!
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem No18 Poetry Contest
Yesterday it was nearly eighty in Kansas City
Today our high will be possible snow flurries
Up down, up down, the weather is bi-polar
She cannot be outguessed
Get on board
Or get out of her way
She always wins
A polar bear seeking a mate
Spruced up his fur coat for a date.
Alas, his sweetheart
Had drifted apart
For sadly, he'd left it too late!
19.02.19
'Pithy Pants 2 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
Inspired by Seren Roberts
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the polar bear is unaware the reason
why its hunting ground is de-freezing
unlike the human race
it sadly cannot outpace
climate change, warmer is each season.
It seems to me society’s too keen
on variety, trading spouses
in on other ones. They could, at
least, do as penguins do. . . share
in offspring’s rearing till
their task is done, and
only then. . . start
again with
someone
new!
The riff smiled first,
as the raff smiled back
Each knowing the other,
the white from the black
“They’ll never accept us,”
they both would exclaim
“The ‘grays’ have the mantle,
defiled and profane”
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
She held on for the sake of her cub.
Who held on with her for many days.
The iceberg got smaller and smaller.
She knew her cub would not make it.
She tossed him into the ocean first.
Joining him at the bottom soon after.
Glad it was over.
Polar Bear Brigade manned their enormous 747 airplane.
They jumped in their warships and they sailed past Maine.
They were ready to take on congress or the prez or the police.
Their ice floats are melting! This is a travesty to say the least!
Sometimes I'm full of hope and optimism.
Other times I feel hopelessness and pessimism.
It can drive one crazy having such feelings conflicting.
If true balance can be attained, I pray for its fruition
without the use of pharmaceutical medication.
Polar Vortex
Knock, knock, knock,
Open the door
The cold rushes in
Knocks me to the floor!
Lock, lock, lock,
Locking the door
Cold go away
Come back here no more!
NoelsArt
Comments: Minus something, it’s cold outside! FEEDBACK WELCOME.
Polar bear at the north pole, floating on a lone ice floe,
thinks to himself, 'What happened to my world, where did all the ice go?'
If to the south pole he did depart, penguins to compare,
would he then be, a well-traveled bipolar bear?
Perception
is the potion
where pudding
holds the proof
The details
get bedeviled
Martini’s
all Vermouth
A good girl
or a bad girl
the wind
can blow both ways
Looking right
or looking left
the truth
— not on display
(The New Room: May, 2025)
Don’t gamble with winter: it’s cold!
Too cold to be chill, cool, or bold.
So cold the deck’s stacked;
I accept the cold fact—
You win, Cold Man Winter: I fold.
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Date Written: January 5, 2019
Contest: Same Word Winter Limerick, sponsored by Charles Messina
Polar Bear Faerie arrived at midnight
She was given a tour by a bear called Bright.
He materialized minutes after her arrival.
The death of polar bears is on the rise; we have a rival.
Who is it? She asked. Can you take me; is he a derange?
I am afraid, the bear said, he is climate change.