Make It Green
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.
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.
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,...
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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...
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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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
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...
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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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Sliding down the milky way as the harvest moon lights the way
This starts my journey through the galaxy
My first stop, Gould's Belt, at 20 degrees.
what a beautiful poem
may I take a few words become a song?
just a few
Between earth and sky
Cities rise, old ways die
People wander, searching far
Wishing upon every star
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.
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