Short Tundra Poems
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hungry polar bear
darting across the tundra ~
seal on the menu
Date written: 01/16/2022
gray again! and leafless trunks of oak-mock.
one peek of blue...is that you,
God? ...still trees, not tundra.
12/11/2019
quick, sly Arctic fox
unseen in North Pole tundra ~
perfect camouflage
Date written: 12/15/2021
From Hoth to Bespin,
it’s been a turbulent ride.
Swapped frozen tundra
for a city’s slick hustle.
Built to survive the severe.
I’ve been kissed by a snowman
His lips and cheeks Cupid-cold
The tundra shot straight to my heart
My sweetheart melts in my arms
11/4/2018
the arctic tundra
ravenous wolves surround moose
horrific death comes
For no title haiku contest sponsor Mick Talbot
Written 16th April 2018
According by my navigator -
I'm in the tundra- close to the Northern Pole.
But, why giraffes everywhere and alligators,
I do not comprehend it at all?
my tundra heart
permafrost perennial
frail emotion frozen
your flaming fervor
turns glacial desire ember
in inferno of love
C aptured in scenic glory
A bundance in mountainous fine
N atures northern beauty
A wesome with lined tree's of pine
D ynamic tundra spread
A mazing, it must be said
UNWRA, bury it all, soon, in the freezing tundra.
Deep-sixed, for ties to support terrorism,cowabunga!
1/8/20254
A hearty soup's
aroma
wafts its way
over the
desolation, the
barren tundra
where bones
shatter
fingers crack
toes burn
'Tis Haggard and Nackard
causing all the fracas
when rumbling-tumbling
on the Towlson tundra.
All over a pig-skin
which a pig never lived-in
they wollowed in the mud
they called home.
I'm Canadian eh! from the frozen tundra
Stored food for the winter, so I'm a little rotunda
Not worried a bit
Soon be back in fit
How I make it though winter, it's a wondra
in the bleak tundra
a reindeer raises its head~
wolf pack approaches
Written on 6th December 2022
Winter Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Tania Kitchin
I'm Canadian eh! from the frozen tundra
Stored food for the winter, so I'm a little rotunda
Not worried a bit
Soon be back in fit
How I made it though winter, it's a wond-a
winter laden skies
press chill air over tundra
warm bear sleeps under
1/16/2022
wee frosted mirror queen
with cherished frozen tundra
sharing winters grays
a glamorous lake
appeals to ice skaters
protecting her fish
wee frosted mirror queen
reflecting verdant treetops
sweet January
Aerate this amalgamation
of Ecstasy.
Frozen dark thunder
Not crashing but
Cracking into
My center.
Dry ice and smoke
Enveloping this
Desperation.
An I sail into
the Tundra,
Tarnished, bleeding
and frostbit.
I'm Canadian eh! from the frozen tundra
Stored food for the winter, so I'm a little rotunda
Not worried a bit
Soon be back in fit
How I make it though winter, it's a won-da!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Emotion
Permafrost
Tundra heart
In your lured fire
My glacier soul
Smolders into
Desire ember
My blazing yearning
Dances with your flame
Conjoined lust ash flies
In sensual sky
From love inferno
Adroitness
remits
what curiosity
requires
Professing
allegiance
through tundra
and fire
The rabbits
two exits
protecting
its lair
Ensuring
tomorrow
when trapped
— au contraire
(The New Room: February, 2026)
A yellow moon rises huge
over great rafts of tundra
near the seventieth parallel:
twelve hundred miles to the Pole.
Under a faint Borealis
a young grey wolf drinks
from a long tire pond
on the road once used
as a shortcut to Sitka
Limerick : Once a Cossack in tundra cassock
Once a Cossack in tundra cassock
Crept to spy on his wife : got a shock
She lay stooped in prayer
Without a stitch on her
Guess whose head was on the butcher’s block ?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
emotion
permafrost
freezes
tundra heart
in your flaming fire
my glacier soul
smolders into
desire ember
my blazing yearning
dances with your
flamingo flame
conjoined lust flies
ashes ascend
in sensual sky
from love inferno
Bora-Bora seemed exotic
Bali and Mal -- tempting,erotic
The Arctic tundra, far away
The Congo, steamy: Stay away...
Now the world has shrunken so
No place is too far to go
That Star is but a parsec near
Time to go; my ride is here