Ice Age Poems - Poems about Ice Age

snow ice frost icicle January teeth are chattering February also March has been called off this year a new ice age in the Midwest we will not be planting until June...Read the rest...

A few seasons ago My heart began to melt Thawing from ages of isolation Allowing me to unearth how I felt Discovering depth In the layers buried below Emotions that were stored away Now put on display to help me...Read the rest...

A white frosty morning With a highly humid atmosphere Fresh and clean breeze Cascades down the mountain Dews relax on surfaces Fog arrests the beauty Of the high and low lands Furs bow in uniqueness Stuffed cloak re-assigned My days are now short...Read the rest...

No matter unseasonably blustery March like weather prevails across my neck of the woods (Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania) and across the main body of these United States of America particularly original Thirteen Colonies global warming alive and well and promises to return with a...Read the rest...

Impossible mission to uncouple accountability, (no matter minuscule - veritable drop within figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/ compared alongside industrial waste courtesy major corporations), yet helplessness prevails survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings twenty first century allow, enable, and provide exploiting even dollop...Read the rest...

She looked at me from The sky, full of her eyes. And set my Spring on a fire Where my stars and moon started to burn. And I couldn't find any place to run away. I dug a hole...Read the rest...

Saša Milivojev - ICE AGE An endless plate of ice The camel carries me Treading heavily Icy tears from sobbing splutter It stumbles Over the tips of the pyramids Weeping The soul is wrenched My firefly is not here At nine As it once was ...Read the rest...

AUTUMN DINOSAURS FALL-- On a golden stream, You whisk me Bounded by my dreams Awaken me, you wake me As I walk in the jaws of the prehistoric pet Of the bronze-aged old Tyrannosaurus Rex Walk on Dino walk Your footprints are the...Read the rest...

Paleontologists have the very best pants, and the best careers to boot. They get to travel, and dig, and so many tombs they get to loot! They get to find fossils – body, trace, and footprints, teeth,...Read the rest...

Try to open your third eye Sharp your sixth sense You can clearly see This earth is still passing through ice-age. People would say This summer was the hottest ever! If you’d inquire, you must see The sun is now heatless Not able...Read the rest...

As the street artist draws on pavement tiles Asking money but getting smiles The street urchins would offer a hand Not to greet but to earn a rand And as the pedestrians would walk They pass by these fields of...Read the rest...

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Strands of sugared spider web hang from the heavy, sagging eaves; brittle as bird bone, fragile as virgin love; complex as the human soul. Yet, with primal nerves I comprehend it's purity, it's thoughtless artistry...Read the rest...