Earth Poems
Uluru
by Kazuko Shiraishi
I don't know it's the beginning or the end of the world
but in Uluru there's a lizard
an ancient rock-mountain which several hundred millions of years
ago perhaps when the sea had an erection
acquired its red form
can now be seen by rolling up the curtain of the universe
toward the end of the Earth's skirt
there it's a desert
though you can't see them there are the aborigines
since tens of thousands of years ago a lizard
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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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Pray who can tell me
by Tammy Darby
Who can say why the lady moon dances daintily,
Across the grey gauze of darkness soon to be gone
Or why her chosen consort in the waltz
The sun king of the sky
Tips his hat and beckons his rays to come along.
Pray who can tell me
Why tiny winds tickle old trees who shake in merriment and mirth
When the little breezes blow through
Why the trickling brooks flash green and sliver
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Change
by Amanda Shelton
In the end!
After humanity has caught the last fish, after they dug up all that is left, after they cut down the last tree, and drank the last drop of clean water, only then will human beings see the devastation of their activities.
Our tears will not be enough
to hydrate and grow what we
reap and sow.
Only giving and forgiving ourselves will stop this disaster that is humanity.
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climate change
by Clio Burns
it has been
too long
since my
lonely
aching soul
has seen the sun
i yearn for its light
for the promise of what will be
to bring the joy it
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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.
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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