The earth is the only planet in our solar system that humanity can comfortably inhabit. The earth is a paradise for the creatures that live on it. Every species on earth has its place in the circle of life. Human beings need food, clothing, shelter to survive. All of these are provided in ample supply on earth. It is an unfortunate fact the we have not taken good care of the land that has been placed in our guardianship. Hopefully, it is not too late.
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How I love to hear the rustle of the leaves upon the trees
When the foliage of summer is a moving in the breeze
When the oak and beech and maple are a tuning up the air
As they hear the quaking aspen sending signals everywhere.
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When some one has slipped you the dirk in the dark,
When eyes that are loving are lies,
When some one you trusted has made you a mark,
And somehow the heart in you dies,
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Out of a pellucid brook
Pebbles round and smooth I took :
Like a jewel, every one
Caught a color from the sun, —
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Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres
Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound,
A harmony whereof the earth's green hills
Give but the faintest echo; yet is there
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I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I am officially in love with this poet. He can tell a great story but still make it a rhyming poem with perfect rhyme. I am hooked!!
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Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
Which asks no duties and no conscience?
The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path
In some far summer stratum of the sky,
Outside my bedroom window
Stands an old majestic tree.
She's been standing there for decades,
Just as proud as she can be.
I'm reminded of a similar experience. When I was a young boy there was a pear tree on the edge of a field a couple hundred yards or so behind the house I was born and raised in. I would go to...
Winter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snow,
When rain falls down and nothing ever grows.
For children, it's the snow that they desire
And cups of cocoa in front of the fire.
This poem is cute and happy. I love it! I am a kid too and I have written a poem called Season's End.
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Can earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,
And sudsy waters have become unfit,
And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn
With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?
This poem made me feel like I can once more cry for our poor Earth. Why do we have to do what we do? And to our surprise, tigers, wolves, mountain lions, and many other predators are blamed...
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I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
She came with warning but could not be tamed.
We packed our things and stored them tight,
And headed for shelter anticipating this night.
Lives are crying because it's not clean.
Earth is dying because it's not green...
Earth is our dear Mother; don't pollute it.
I just loved this poem so much that when I was reading it I got inspired to start writing poems. I will tell you I just hated poems, so you probably wonder why I would read a poem. Actually,...
A world of peace, a world of hope.
Not full of violence, crime and dope.
I want all that's bad to be stopped in its tracks.
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Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Mankind! Long before your birth,
alluring was the beauty of Mother Earth.
She bore living things of all kinds...plants and insects, animals and birds.
All, an exotic reflection of her biodiversity,
You are totally right why do we do this. Life's greatest mystery. I love your poem. Sincerely me
Yesterday morning I opened my hands
I thought with a smile the places they've been
Building sand castles and catching fireflies
Nature was best, that's where happiness lies
Sylvia, this is a beautifully written poem and brings back many happy memories of my childhood. I also liked reading your bio and looking at your lovely photo. Best wishes, Ann D Stevenson
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
You see now, it's invisible
to the naked eye.
This is an absolutely beautiful poem that made me think of God; how God proves that he is there and who he is. It made me think of how he is always there, invisible to the naked eye for now...
I sit beside my tall and leafy friend
My back against his rough but sturdy trunk
The forest peacefulness begins to wend
Into my heart and sweeps away my funk
Thank you so much for taking the time to share your kind comment. I am new to sharing my poetry and really appreciate the encouragement!
Warmly,
Virginia
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