Between Earth And Sky
Between earth and sky
Cities rise, old ways die
People wander, searching far
Wishing upon every star
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.
Between earth and sky
Cities rise, old ways die
People wander, searching far
Wishing upon every star
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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...
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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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,...
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
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.
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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.
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
When you see the green mountains,
And feel the lush valleys,
Know that they're all yours.
Cherish them; the more you will,