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Feb- 23- 2026

Cosmic Death Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Seth Pina

~ Placed Fifth in the Premiere Poetry Contest~


 

Is Death So Near

From the far end of the cosmos I looked down searching for my home, the earth, once a magical land, against my expectations, was telescoped into view as an arid land, sterile and desiccated, with no flowing blue waters. Trees were felled down like torn pages Some stood with yellowing leaves Not dew, but tears dripped down from their tips, as if struggling through the last lap of autumn. Some stayed naked devoid of foliage as if just made it through the winter. Songbirds no more sang. Dusty soot filled the air. Sun- stood a flaming inferno Day scorched in its violent fury Despair greeted me as a prologue to the day and ended with an epilogue of the night All I saw was the comatose of life All I heard was the faint whisper of a dying earth! The signs are written everywhere; in the melting icecaps, in polluted water bodies in the exhausted breath of woodlands and in the toxic air one is fated to breathe. If we are careful, we can still preserve our earth. Guard it, not as masters, but as guests, who stay here as sojourners with a thought that we have to vacate it soon for posterity to give enough room. It should never become a bane for them but a boon, tended with love and care.
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Kendrick Avatar
September 19, 2026 at 4:35 AM
A belated congratulations to you on your winning work. Way to go. Thank you for sharing this one with us. 👏👏. Sara K.
Hind Avatar
February 25, 2026 at 12:59 AM
Congrats on your win!! This is a powerhouse of a poem. <3
Guptar Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 10:14 PM
Congratulations, dear Valsa, on your win in this contest with with a lovely poem on the futuristic view of the earth. Hope that this does not matrerialise for humanity`s sake.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 3:42 AM
Trees were felled down like torn pages…interesting, as trees become paper, thus love this imagery. And wow, verse 3! So well done! Fave for me! Congrats!
Jones Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 9:00 PM
Beautifully written Valsa! Congratulations on your win! Soupmail please.
Rolland Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 4:09 PM
life is a miracle, i am sure of that, we have to care now to preserve that miracle, thanks poet
Sheehan Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 2:54 PM
Enjoying your work. This is a very powerful piece written with insight and wisdom. It rings of truth. Enjoyed immensely.
Narain Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 11:52 AM
Very timely poem. Politicians are ignoring the global warming. Your scenario is creeping on us. Hope they read your poem.
Empress Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 9:12 AM
Oh my heart, sweet valsa! Wow! This poem made me feel so much, the metaphors wordplay and flow and how youv expressed throughout is beyond impeccable! I especially love the lines "Sun- stood a flaming inferno Day scorched in its violent fury Despair greeted me as a prologue to the day" wow! I love how you've described the sun there and your use of the word comatose too! What a soulfully moving poem this is! Definitely a fave for me! I missed reading you? You are always such a natural. Sending you light always
Rodgers Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 8:08 AM
Dear Valsa, You’ve written a powerful, sobering vision of our wounded earth, impossible to ignore. The closing appeal carries such moral clarity and grace. A deeply moving piece, my friend. Warm blessings, Valsa, Daniel
Kendrick Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 4:08 AM
I agree that some much is needed to correct the mistakes of the past and we need to try to preserve earth for our posterity. Thank you for sharing this one with us, Valsa. I enjoyed reading your post. Sara K
Buhagiar Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 2:01 AM
Your poetry is always excellent. Certain companies ruin the atmosphere with their waste. Disgraceful. Well done for showing us their abuse.
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