Globe Poems - Poems about Globe

Parch of droughts, relentless drowning floods. Crops of the fields dwindle, leonine storms roar stronger, rising heating seas. People and animals suffer, as the globe warms. A burning sun on high bakes, migration of birds askew- our mother earth pleads to be renewed. ~...

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Ivory flakes fluttering down, Turns the ground into white from brown, A soft blanket of silver snow, Kisses from heaven sent below; It clothes the earth with milky mark, Has that extra glittering spark, God rains down blessings floating slow, Kisses from heaven sent below; Moonlike little stars in the air, Frosted fluffs flying everywhere, Covered in...

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In the deep night, thoughts twist like blue smoke within a crystal globe, Like a dream city projected on the closed eyelids of a child, The whispers of the mind float through the dense air like the distant rustle of a forgotten journal, Similar to a rain of stars slowly falling over a silent and fathomless sea. Speech transforms...

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On her dresser by her lonely bed sits a dusty snow globe as she lies there dreaming of the world within its glass, she reminisces when it used to be filled with artificial snow but now it holds blood behind its walls containing her heart within its grasp It used to be filled with a liquid...

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What vain creatures we are We actually think we are THE star Of the universe What if we are Merely a small part One idea is that we are On God’s desk in a snow globe our galaxy as only one of the snow flakes We are not perhaps aware That much more is out there ...

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Comrades, we still live under the stars for many years, People identify us Lankan Tamil refugees, No passport, no visa and no citizenship here's, ...

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Today, I woke to a city dusted with white; like a fantasy scene in a snow globe. It snowed heavily most of the night; and everything seems surreal, blanketed in a down duvet that glistens and sparkles in the early morning light. Adding to the illusion of this Hallmark moment, the city cacophony was ever so slight. I stare out my window...

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You are looking at Citadel: The High School now sounding her bell In all corners of the globe Every child for king’s robe. Ladder up the life-lifting zone; Commoners for Crown and Throne; A superb blend of business And few seconds’ laziness! Now time for bed and the sweet sleep, Soon time to read and make it deep; The child communing with The Lord And relying...

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My Globe Call all to save Before late thou it Collect everyone...

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I’d not thought of it before But could swear “Two” not “Four” Or aren’t we His planned image, Later with Sinners’ Damage? Please tell others: “Dazzling Bright!” Shone that way Met Moses’ sight! A Pair for The Furthest Probe, No help from Man’s Screening Robe; All corners see of The Globe, Your Stolen Wealth’s Built Adobe… A Breast for Cancerous Lobe, Waiting–in–Blood–Stream Microbe, Necks that shall wear...

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With a mind sharp as a marble Words roll off my tongue as garble. My clean shaved head is like a globe Serpentine tattooed, lobe to lobe With yellow, brown and strings of blue Of understated pastel hues Waxed smoother than a scratched eight-ball Like a brain coral, all in all. What is outside is not within Sharp as a marble crown to chin. Sponsor:...

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Zooming all over the globe Breakfast with the Sphinx at Giza Lunch shaded by the Tower at Pisa Dinner on the Champs-Élysées Bedtime in Pompeii Seeing the world from my sofa. Bite Size Poem no.40 Poetry Contest...

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The sphere is just as daring manoeuvers Skillful tactics making you mover No matter the hardships more or fewer Smartness is there to keep you cooler Magnate, here, is a consumer Using the world as a humor Having every bit of exposure Gets over to those in his closure Ruling the world over and over Conquering the whole and becoming the owner This is the...

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It was an unusual Christmas week; something was amiss. The Smithe children felt it as surely as a mistletoe kiss. It feels magical, like I could turn into a Santa, Joyce said. Whispering to her brother, a gentle boy named sweet Ned. Ned felt it too; and wondered about the magic of the snow. I feel it watching me he...

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She spins, holding us in our place. Do we know our purpose, or better yet our fate? She talks to us with rain, winds and viruses. These things that she moves are warnings but do they really siren us? We tend to act selfishly and look the other way, chopping down forests and polluting all we touch each and every day. I want to make a difference to...

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