Mars Poems - Poems about Mars

Let the best of you hurt your pride stop the contradictions it's too late turn around smell that faith lost in the city of gates hear the bells. Falls of diamond rains cover the city of greed and anguish. Golden tears and painful dreams no one eye sees poverty screams. Take your beliefs your weapons and your meals on wheels. They think you are crazy...

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God graciously gifted baby blue sky Rainbow rippled oil painting divine Cotton candy clouds sail like boats Against white wind where red kite floats Then majestic nights he hangs silver stars Like gold tree ornaments, planets like mars ...

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Ziggy was a sexually curious alien A celestial rock star from sanguine Mars a Stardust being who journeyed to Earth A Moon Age Starman made a five-year voyage described in Bowie's playlist as having "a screwed down hairdo like a cat from Japan" Bowie took on the iconic persona of Ziggy who landed in an alley of cardboard boxes. Maybe it...

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Sworn together by my troth my May bride when joined were glad hearts on eternal date - Rome did not fall nor the planets collide and blessed by the Fates we did celebrate. You wore pearls, rings of emerald and gold, and girl, you and I an earthly child bore - O’ Venus, heed my...

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he warns he's not a mind reader as the wiles of my silent treatment fall by the wayside wasted and utterly forlorn AP: 2nd place 2025 Posted on January 27, 2025...

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Some may look to distant Mars among radiant stars. Get to the desert, you'll find more much nearer ours. Nearer than any man knows. Ancestral, celestial bones, secret kept in Mojave's botany seldom seen though I've never been. Spread of clustered flowering panicles.. tall giants in sun swept sleep, despite little rain inside darkest soul they creep. As a...

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My musings launched into the stratosphere Marching to Mars’ trending atmosphere It's 2025 At midnight it’ll arrive I’ll be taking time out in the new year ...

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Swan Lake and Mars I saw the old ballet dancer  deep in her Alzheimer's illness when they played Tarkovsky swan dance she moved her hands and body her movement was beautiful I say to you You want to go to Mars If you do not take the human art along  your life will be void of meaning    ...

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Musk has deployed a mother lode Trump’s tariffs can't ever erode! His influence gift Means we get short shrift And Earth is his private commode ...

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Her smile alone, that ONE that radiates uniqueness bores down plummeting shafts into Earth's deepest Her beam travels light speed to pierce our blackness Cupid simply aims, adds us to his lovestruck Harvest For Men are marooned upon the coldest part of Mars Like Moths we are drawn to the warmth of her Stars We rush headlong driving to unknown reaches...

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Dead planet Walk, just walk, deserts, mountains, valleys, ravines, and craters give the view In horrific landscapes, no life exists, oceans, seas, forests, or green flower fields. Silence the ruler of this planet, the invisible frozen past from thousands of years ago Destructed civilization, atomic bombs, this is the truth. The Mars is a dead planet Would you like to...

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Mars The red one Is often Depicted as empty Yet..it seems Something appears Photos by rovers.. That something Confirms the Emptiness......

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Mars's population  The dwellers of Mars never go outside the air is too thin, and nature is unsightly They live in caves, gigantic caves that stretches' for miles they get around on electric bikes, but lately, they got hold of a Tesla drifting  by sent up by an eccentric inventor  who had a fun day. Since life is never-ending, a tight control of birth is...

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Epigrams V Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry? —Michael R. Burch Teach me to love: to fly beyond sterile Mars to percolating Venus. —Michael R. Burch Byron was not a shy one, as peacocks run. —Michael R. Burch When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate. Less Heroic...

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Six ice cream bananas Skin removed and center hollowed out In a bowl mix 1 cup of rolled oats 1/2 teaspoon of honey *4 table spoons of Brown sugar 2 tablespoon of rum 1/2 cups. Of mashed banana 1/4 cup of shredded coconut 1 tablespoon of vanilla 1/2 cups of cream cheese 1 egg yolk 2 cups of banana Pipe into hollowed center Wrap...

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