Earth Poems | Examples of Earth Poetry

“I contain multitudes.” Walt Whitman ************************************************************** Multiplicity of the Self ...

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Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat, Lest haste consume your soul's retreat. Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time, For pleasing all is a futile rhyme. In seeking validation, you may lose your way, And those you please will mock you on your final day. Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress, For pleasing others can lead to financial distress. You...

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I don’t have to remind you. Yesterday is behind you. Temporary is the time these bodies will hold the spirit inside you. Whether you are a millionaire or broke and in debt. Life has a beginning middle and end. It’s those three points that we try to make our friend. Since our timer starts when...

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fertile ground was found the soil a rich deep dark brown the seeds were welcome ...

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Earth, a planet under siege, Longing to be freed. She was once free as the wind. That is, until in came sin. Earth is not realing and deteriating Merely because of man's abuse. And she's not crying from overuse; But rather, she longs to be redeemed; To be restored, revived and renewed. Indeed, her time for such is overdue. Environmental reveiws will not restore. Decellerating...

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As if these lands were separate, As if our minds weren't one, As if land and sea were dichotomy, of darkness and the sun. Pangea's cleavage tells the tale, To fail here as but one. All secedes from sense of we, on a planet's pedigree. Family's but a split from those, Whose own claim to be the same. Round about in...

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Sun, your golden hues so breathtaking. Your rays shimmer fearlessly, and your warmth radiates down so fierce. Your rays peek through the grim clouds, brightening all in their way; your warmth wards off the abiding gloom. The grass and flowers await your comforting rays to expel their gloom. Laying in the fields, I await the...

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Clouds rapidly fluctuating, from chalky white to smoky ash. Rain falling down from the darkened sky. Leaving a subtle scent of fresh earthy tones in its wake. ...

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Seems so surreal...billions of beings held in place by invisible forces atop a giant spinning orb dependent on the charity of mother bird's star warmth. It's a golden time for earth and mankind conceiving and evolving creating and mastering fantastic things like flying machines and curing disease searching for the key to the speed of light planet hopping just on the horizon unwinding the...

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What if every soul has no where to go? What if when we die our souls take flight? What if they take the form of something we hurt or killed before? What if the next time round your killer is you or the other way round? What if that wasp that stung you has a soul too? What if...

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Will you join your voice as one with our voices Every nation is crying out for a new direction Across every language speaking in unison Race against the destruction before its late Every moment, it is becoming more precious Together with our voices together, they'll hear How we're are tired of the government' choice Eradicating our hope for future generations Violence has...

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The grass waved hello the birds called back. Telegraph poles stood still like tall slender trees. the birds liked that. the crickets a constant tickle in the ear, swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought, three troughs haphazard on a patch without any grass. Bare dark earth. the raven makes its cry under a bright grey sky, on a swampy, sweaty day . my dog...

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Summer Bliss Hiku 40 ...

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Awakened! I returned a stream in Spring to flow and grow on nature’s snowmelt milk. I came to be of earth and sky (...a fling;), my sire a winter storm. Like liquid silk emerging, I was born; a water-child. Between two banks I nestled with my dreams and bloomed a gAnGLy creek ‘til solstice. Wild I played— not meek but sleek....

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Your god’s not mine, or so you claim— yet still we walk the world, the same. You speak of love, of hope, of peace, while others preach that wrath won’t cease. Who holds the truth? Who lights the way? Do we kneel to pray, or rise to lead? A single street, a dozen creeds— each door adorned with sacred signs. Which path is...

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