Caretakers Poems - Poems about Caretakers

Humans are supposed to be, Mother Nature’s caretakers but it seems like, they just want to be undertakers as all of our breeding, increases human population that only leads to, Mother Nature’s destruction Humans have become like, bacteria in a petri dish forever spreading, with so much, human density like being in a fishing net, just wanting one wish to get out...

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There are many life species, on our planet whose lives, are desperate and stressful trying to cope with life, as we know it dealing with strive, that is not normal Humans have invented, this thing called money which has created, the political economic system that has never worked, for all life to be sunny as they thought it was wise, but it...

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Within every tree lay a spirit, the sprite that cares for it. Feeding, watering, nurturing it, ss if it were its’ own offspring. The hidden caretaker spirit that endures within the wood echoing a tree’s elation at it’s own existence as it revels in the gentle caress of Mother Earth. ...

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Tiny faeries in snapdragon beds, crying, wailing to be fed, on the nectar brought by bees, from the nearby hills of green. Tiny newborns with great hair, will learn to walk, with great care. They’ll flit and fly to worlds unseen, by human eyes, when they are weaned. They’ll grow to care for all the flowers, while they live in invisible towers. Deep within...

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Born of wombs for premeditated health and restoring nutritional wealth, We might warmly anticipate a more win/win democratic living Earth communion, more like an organic gardening womb than a lose/lose political capital-overinfested swamp, filling in with unhealthy communities, filling in with dysfunctional nuclear-ballistic families and tribes, filling in with shame and blame starving thirsting habitat-less unwarmed isolated self-righteous non-leftist individuals, Longing to return from whence we Earth CareTaker came. Before wounded parents and...

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Soft, simple wind go on a path that is made clear, Freshly lays anew for each breath that one appear, The subtle ripple spreads on a course that favors, Fills open space and need to flow o'er layers, Trust the virtuous man cometh and made no claim, And let wander so natures gifts remain the same, Man captures the ramble of...

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Friends, like candles, enable you to see personal faults through sympathetic eyes; and never flicker should you disagree. Even subjected to the third degree they're loyal, unwilling to compromise; friends, like candles, enable you to see. Offering their unflinching friendship free, they don't criticize, they revitalize; and never flicker should you disagree. Applauding your accomplishments with glee when others are out to trivialize; friends, like...

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Nature endows us with gifts hoping we'll not be spendthrifts. She warns us to be aware her balance we might impair. Must end all destructive ways for we are the caretakers ...

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We are caretakers, acting like a virus....

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