Best Peaceearth Poems
The earth trembles in fear
As the sky goes through yet another rough time
Tears falling from the sky
Falling on me, as I walk into danger
The cool breeze calming my spirit
The whispering wind telling of her (depressing) story
Its beautiful to me
The earth is alive yet again
You have the darkness
Which turns into light
You can't have a rainbow
Without any rain
Peace is though difficult
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity
Into new-fangled trials.
All the weapons
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless,
Nuclear or less potential
Made of common explosives,
Be spoiled,
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas,
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.
When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:
The tanks and cannons,
Mortars or machines guns,
The armadas
With the squadrons of fighter-jets,
Submarines that navigate
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery,
Instead of the appliances
Colouring the Earth red.
All the medals or symbols
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men
With the crowned shoulders,
And medalled chests,
Who often move in the battle-fields
Puffed with the martial pride,
Imparting, rendering
No service to humanity
Be employed to plough the lands,
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time,
Engaged them
To perform some rewarding assignments.
Upon the earth,
There must not be a single
Blood-claiming weapon;
If men are incensed
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers,
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant
And resentful should scratch
The skin of fellow beings or their own.
Form:
Laughter and confusion swayed through the masses.
The attempt to spark the awakened spirit had failed.
To this you laughed joyously
And ran out of town,
The imprint of your mud tracks:
The world’s greatest clown.
The softening current sways without prejudice
Unheard and unfelt by all.
Until the Earth is wounded enough for the clouds to fall
Until mother and man break bread and walk in wonder through the walls
Until heaven and earth meet at a common junction to make prank calls.
Mother Earth is everything.
We must protect her, and keep her health.
So far we have done a poor job,
and her pain can be felt.
We are destroying our mother
With garbage and waste.
Now she needs our help,
And we must do so with haste.
There’s so much we can do,
Like reduce, reuse, and recycle.
Do not litter or carpool,
you can walk, or ride a bicycle.
Just remember, Earth is not ours,
It belongs to everything living.
This is not our world to destroy
It’s our only home, and we’ve been evil, and she’s been giving.