I Am Dying
I am the Earth,
Mother of them all.
I'm getting hotter and hotter each day.
I just want to lay and rest.
I am the Earth,
Mother of them all.
I'm getting hotter and hotter each day.
I just want to lay and rest.
This is so beautiful! I love how much anger you can fit into one little poem! :)Love It!!!! :D
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The stars shone in the night sky.
The moon was sitting bright and high.
The sun shone in the morning sky.
The birds were flying really high.
I love reading poems, and it gives me true meaning about people, life, nature, and everything that we see around us. I am passionate about learning about people's thoughts and emotions being...
As the sun's rays begin to fade,
people enter the houses that have been made
by the sacrifice of the fellow trees...now silent,
to serve those humans whose thoughts resemble those of a tyrant.
I am a student of class 10 and I think it's am amazing idea how a tree explains its feelings so it's great. And helped me a lot thanks.
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It's a place where things grow and prosper,
equally as bright as it is dark,
like a fiery horizon with its noble posture,
without an ending nor a start.
It was beautiful.
It was green and clean.
The smell of fresh air,
The sound of the river flowing,
This poem is just how I feel about climate change. It's beautiful. Thanks.
Oh, just look out the window already!
It takes a unique person to notice.
Most simply cannot see all the glory.
A Viewpoint changes when you adjust your focus.
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The timbered giants stand oh-so tall,
and that makes me feel so very, very small.
Their shadows dance from winds that blow.
I enter the earth as a small plant
Tiny and helpless like an infant
Then I grow up and become as active
As a school child
Sprinkle a few seeds on the cupcake,
add a few bushes, pines, and red woods for health's sake.
Let the twigs fall, don't clean up the leaves,
for if we do nature would not be pleased.
The sisters at St Clara's Orphanage made a great impact on my life, I was brought there in 1941 at the age of six. I was born with two genetic defects. eye sight and hearing. Sister Gloria...
The wind, it moves in wondrous ways.
Through the tree branches it blows and it sways.
It takes all the leaves and flies them so high.
Then briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky.