Best Mother Earth Poems
Silent journey
I ride with you O Mother Earth
On the wings of time and space
I feel you cradle me in your arms
Lifting me high above you
To feel the kiss of your wind
..... and the warmth of your sun
A flicker of light and I am
Surfing the tips of your waves
Salty mist fills my nose
My eyelashes sticky with moisture
My heart wide open
Oh joy !
To glide up and down
On your surging tide
To undulate with the motion
Of your sea
To feel the movement of the
Magical water beings below me
Sunlight follows me
Illuminating the foam before me
Twinkling glitter radiating
Centuries of adventure and passion
Lust and loss spread out before me
Ancient battles
Sunken ships
Lost treasures and dreams lay
Below me in the darkened depths
Remembering your light within my heart
A child of eight
Knowing you Mother Earth
Digging in your soil
Smelling the damp dirt
Grasping handfuls
Unearthing small treasures of
Colored glass and painted pottery
Glancing upwards towards the sky
Filled with puffy white cloud dreams
Knowing your spirit and soul
Feeling you entwined with me
In the heavens and stars
Finding you in unexpected ways
Climbing the highest trees
Grasping at thick branches
Hoisting myself up
Beams of light piercing through
Shadows beckoning me higher
My t-shirt soaked with
excited sweat and purpose
Flying my dime-store kite
Out of my bedroom window
Wind taking it up so far
Up.... up...up
Appearing as a migratory bird
Making its way home
Dissolving into a small speck
Until I could see it no more
Painful grooves biting into my fingers
Cutting her loose
She’s free to fly home now
Transcending time
A silent whisper
Imperceptible movement
Pushing upward
Through fertile earth
I slowly unfurl my cloak of greenery
Stretching out my arms
Raising my head upward
I see the beauty of my form
A new seedling with furry lime tendrils
A baby plant on the carpet of the forest
Glancing upward I see my self surrounded
Sacred towering redwood giants gaze down upon me
As sunlight music tickles my soul
Susan Lawrence
Copyright 2021
There is a flawless planet that abounds with diverse life
Where humans live in unity, free from hate and strife
The oceans, lands and rivers are all thriving and pristine
And people work together, to keep it safe and clean
There are no country borders, no money, fear or greed
And food that keeps them healthy, is all begun from seed
Their homes are eco friendly, as are the clothes they wear
And the source of their adornment is the flowers in their hair
Their lifestyle is simplistic, no stress to make them ill
And all who dwell upon this globe are people of goodwill
This wondrous sphere with lifeforms, near a star was given birth
A place of peace and beauty and her name is Mother Earth
In the whisper of a moonlight stream I heard her sigh or so I thought,
in the rustle of a mottled deer in oak pine forests I heard her weep or thought I did,
or maybe laugh when flitting brightly over jagged rocks.
Upon the silver tides a figure fitting her description swam or maybe drowned or even vanished in the neon haze.
Earth mother, birth mother, bosom to an infant chain,
whose layered womb pulses to infinity,
whose foetal spark aches
for her many sibling forms to coalesce or come to term.
the depth of shadows
across the changing seasons
veils across her face
© Harry J Horsman 2022
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who deliberately have put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, was making efforts to raise conscientiousness for to save mother earth. It was posted here on the 28th of November 2012 with the title:"The Rage of Mother Earth". Now, with minor editing, is re-posted with its original title of 1985: "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Of raw chemical waste and plastic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth is down on her knees
This man made situation is drastic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
In forests they're cutting down the trees
That is affecting everything climatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Clouds of toxic dust travels on the breeze
That causes many to become asthmatic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
More pandemics are coming with disease
The experts are not being overdramatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth will either burn or freeze
Seeing our earth dying is quite traumatic.
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Written on 14th April 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored By L. Milton Hankins
Rain sprung a leak from heaven,
falling, falling, gently falling
bathing an Osprey nest,
upon a tall mountain crest,
Mother Earth will guide this quest.
Her beauty surrounds the woodlands best.
Rainbow prisms ever glow,
lighting the stage that's set,
for a day forest winds blowing free,
ribbons of light and dark greens,
around winding shady crystal streams.
Bald eagle shrieks resounding,
with delightful sounds of this kind,
Mother Earth will share in your dreams,
Come now, alive inside her mind.
Mother Earth beheld a secret garden,
dressed in her finest sacred apparel.
She came into being as a Goddess,
brought forth in light from heaven,
pure love at her core evolves to heal,
while souls touch her essence so real.
A spirit palace; a marriage of hearts,
co-joined to share love's healing grace,
A word, a touch, a smile bestowed,
blossomed love buds betwixt as one place,
blessings tendered upon human petals,
scarred by wounds received over time
each gift of life brought here to cherish
beloved of the gardens divine
Tree of Life in Gaia's gardens midst
to those who find themselves love entwined
nurtured peace through her roots planted deep
no greater love has been known so divine
Mother Earth sows seeds as we sleep
Pond ripples flow in gentlest of wakes
Bearing graceful blessings borne of love,
Birds singing quietly until she awakes
Sacred flowers growing in gardens well kept
Bringing peace to all as Gaia Goddess slept
Mother Earth awakens, in subtle pastel hues
Aspen leaves flutter and quake, shaking off the morning dew
Morning stirs, and Hummingbird wings whir and trill, just out of sight
Columbines dance on a pine scented breeze, solely to their delight
Mother Earth enjoys the day, basking in suns glow
or splashing in the rain showers and watching flowers grow
Whispered secrets on the wind, ancient wisdoms to impart
keeping silent vigil, she hears them stir within her heart.
Mother Earth lays down to sleep, bright colors paint the sky
evening shadows blanket her shoulders, as she closes her eyes
Pine trees shush their lullabies, and usher in the night
the taste of dew hangs in the air, as stars begin to light
I have come to accept the possibility
that I, myself, may be partially to blame (my compost pile of shame)
that I may have stroked the very wheel (unable to feel)
that, set in motion, is the cause of
so much pain (unsheltered in the rain)
Silently suffering through endless winters (embers, cinders)
without anticipation of Spring (hope an ethereal thing)
blind to Mother Earth's gifts (tenuous unfelt shifts)
the colors, the scents of her blossoms (habitually playing possum)
deaf to the melodies of the birds (knowledge lost, language
unheard)
as they sing
She calls to me but my barriers are thick (mentally stunted, physically sick)
densely scarred and wounded (as I am, to the quick)
As the sludge chokes the seabirds (screaming their lost words)
and the fishes (murdering Piscean wishes)
as Her forests are cleared by those
both greedy and vicious
I feel Mother Earth tremble (demons assemble)
beneath my feet
hear Her sigh as I place a hesitant finger (shaking, letting it linger)
on Her weakened pulse
thready and irregular
We are killing Her, Mother Earth,
mother of us all, matricide (no longer can we hide)
listen, listen to Her heartbeat...
I may have stroked the very wheel...
Mother Nature, Mother Earth.
If Mother Earth stood in front of you what would you say?
Sorry for taking your whales away,
Sorry for cutting your forests to shreds,
Sorry little animals for taking your beds,
Sorry polar bears for melting your ice, having to swim further to save your own live,
Sorry to all the fish in the sea, because its to hot you try to flee.
Sorry for the birds and the bees, not many left on the all gone trees.
Sorry for the nuclear plants, but man seems to think that he must advance.
Sorry for the wars we cause, they certainly are not gods or yours.
Sorry for the faith man has lost, your biggest creation is losing with cost.
If you were Mother Earth and told these things, what would you say to me?
“SORRY, SORRY, SORRY”, is all you have to say,”
You destroy everything which we have given you”.
” The animals are going have gone extinct,
You kill the air you so precisely need,
You fight each other and call it in the name of god, which god do you perceive,
The one with love to all, for all, which he created,
Or the one who fell from grace with hatred.
I would look at her with glee
Because the earth sounds like the second scenario to me.
The next question I would ask
Mother Nature are we going to last
. If everyone on the earth of today
threw down their arms and started to pray
would god hear our prays in just that day
mother nature would look at me
and look around at the all gone trees
then she would bend down on her green leafed knees
A tear in her sunlit eyes saying to me
“Sorry to late”.
What would you do if Mother Earth or Nature stood in front of you?
The End.
Walking stick stroking limestone paths
sunshine warming these patina hands-
A fleeting chorus of gold winged finch,
God sashaying over cherry wood violins-
Turtles playing dominos on mossy stones
amidst cattails and croaking saxophones-
Cardinal splashing in blue spruce pines
emerald hoppers popping out a nursery rhyme-
Maple leaves flaunting sweetened faces
blue jean angels sowing quilts for earth's day-
2/16/19
Is there really a mother of earth
watching over us
keeping things in line
I think there used to be
but she got tired of getting spit on
now she sits up on her cloud
high above and waits
for us to tear each other apart
and seal our evil fates
she wonders why we disgrace her lands
like monkeys in a rage
she thinks we ought to be locked up
no need for lock and key trapped inside
to burn forever at an intolerable degree
never the less we shall live on
reeking havoc upon this earth
she'll stay perched upon her cloud
until the crushing blows we throw
send her beloved planet into a rebirth
Myth, Mythos, & Mythical Characters Poetry Contest
by: Virginia Frayer
. Listen
More closely
Hear soft music
Mother Earth is singing
To her children
Lovely songs
Harken
January 13, 2023
for Delightful Diamante Contest
by Caren Krutsinger
Billions of journeys round a fiery eye
This watery celestial traveler made.
Untiring, spiraling route through the sky
Always returned from yearly crusades.
She carried her children on top her back
And nurtured their needs until they have grown.
Some may have suffered; those may have cracked
But never through any fault of her own.
Forever and always maternally
This wondrous, aging beauty shall remain
Our source of life atmospherically.
Through time and space her dimensions attained
Despite her journeys she managed to bring
Her gifts: summer, autumn, winter and spring.
When walking barefoot trough the grass you will feel a tantilizing tingle.
Connecting your soul to the earth is advised permitting your toes and grass to mingle.
The earth transfers energy through the body and cleanes free radical through the soul.
Enhancing your health by walking barefoot connecting to mother earth for fifteen or more minutes a day should be a daily goal.