Earth Poems
The Earth From The Sky/З неба земля (In Ukr.)
by Halyna Myroslava
З неба земля виглядає як мікросхема,
чітко поділена різноманіттям фігур,
барвами ліжників зелені, осені, неба,
знаками рік як вітрил.
Ти попід хмарами,
в отворах хмар чітко бачиш -
навіть не крапки ми там, на землі,
справді невловні, невидимі оком,
не зрячим
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Nature Stopover
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Twilight hangs over the western horizon, perfectly in sync with the natural setting
The moon is ready to replace its function as the faithful wife of the earth
The sun, which has slipped, seems to understand and is aware of its function to end the causality of its work
They never get tired of complaining about the Creator's orders, even though because of the anomaly in their nature they sometimes envelop each other. That's against their will
The Cosmic Macro Realm always provides peace
However, there are always irregularities caused by the inhabitants of the earth who are always destroying the mini world
This planet is indeed the only place suitable for visiting, although there may be other secret planets that also have inhabitants.
I am one of the millions of people who may be comfortable with the fact that the earth I live on is now old
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Green fingers, a flaming-red vent.
by Montaigne Foxcroft
What a time to be alive
All of creation cry for they are about to die
The lungs of the earth are in flames
Up in smoke
Can't you see that as the Amazon burns, humanity are the lungs that will start to choke?
How heavy to bare is this yolk! I can barely breathe neither comprehend how a brain is so small, you think it normal to rip a plant out by its roots, thinking it's your right to obtain free food?
How can you not be aware that my plants are like my children, costing me money as I take good care?
How dare you steal so?
Their death breaketh my heart, can't you know?
I am at a loss for words.
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Salvation
by Camron Thompson
When will we learn from another
Watching ourselves doing absolutely nothing
Waiting for salvation while it is not earned
Praising yourself worthy of a thought from a higher power
Given you this Earth, here we stand on the fractures
Breaking Her, our beautiful mother, more than yours
She was designed for us, yet we still break her
Dying of a certain disease, one called humanity
Worthy we are not of this life, or even Hers
Fires consume in Her core, but why on the surface
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The Quiet Assassin - the fight for our lives
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Tension palpable, one can cut it with a knife
As the quiet assassin glides with unfettered ease,
Wreaking mayhem, misery and strife,
Choosing victims from anyone he sees.
No border, boundary, wall to hold
This wily master of his trade,
His mere presence causing misery untold,
Scant protection from his voracious blade.
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Demise of Terra
by Ravindu Anjana
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
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The Story Etched in Heaven on Earth
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.
Jakarta, 3 January 2025
Jessamyn's Song by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
“Jessamyn’s Song” was inspired by Claude Monet’s oil painting “The Walk, Woman with a Parasol,” which I first saw around age 14 and interpreted as a walk in a meadow or heather. The woman’s dress and captivating loveliness made me think of an impending wedding, with dances and festivities. The boy made me think of a family. I gave the woman a name, Jessamyn, and wrote her story, thinking along these lines, while in high school. The opening lines were influenced by “Fern Hill” by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, one of my boyhood favorites and still a favorite today. “Jessamyn’s Song” was substantially complete by age 16, my first long poem, although I was not happy with the poem, overall. I have touched it up here and there over the last half century, but it remains substantially the same as the original poem.
Jessamyn's Song (circa age 14-16)
by Michael R. Burch
16
There are meadows heathered with thoughts of you,
where the honeysuckle winds
in fragrant, tangled vines
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Before The Beginning Began
by Christen Kuikoua
Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest,
There was a Presence, pure and grand,
Who shaped the stars with His own hand.
He did not begin where beginnings unfold,
Nor fit within the bounds of old,
For He, the Prime Mover, the Uncaused Cause,
Initiated all with divine laws.
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Earth
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Earth,
that fine, pneumatic
piece of gem from space,
bulbous, bluish with
the hand of beauty
adorned with furry clouds,
yet in closer sense lies
senseless to internal
doom.
