My World Poems - Poems about My World

Heal the world 3 Let's leave our future generations Our greatest ever gifts, give hope Valued since the beginning of time Earth for it provides our every need Time is running out of our calamity How could it go disastrously wrong Extracting poison from deep within Even as we begin to, it grasp reality About how we're doing the damage Remember, we can...

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Putting out fires not of my making it's time-consuming heart-breaking the grass over there don't seem any greener and from my perspective the streets are meaner the so-called social networks are as unsociable as can be impersonal with dirty laundry on show for everyone to see despite self-admitted wrong-doing and misdeeds the herd still follows their every lead but I won't borrow sorrow and...

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Heal the world 2 Together, We must try to heal this world We can't just give up without even trying We are the ones destroying this our world When it's gone, there's no use in crying earth has a deep yearning hunger to feed Before it can once again meet our needs What's there when it's our future? We borrow All because we...

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Lilies Haiku 39 white lilies in bloom cotton petals unfurl~ nature`s sacred...

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Jumping timelines, Creating this design, Weaving a web to combine, Multiples of beings that shine, While I intertwine with the Divine, Bringing them all on line, A sign of the end, To an old frame of mind, Weaving webs of their own kind, Leaving treasures to find, For those walking blind, Through the web of...

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I am always trying to put words into the mouth of mornings, speak over the quiet that descends at dusk when the world pauses to take a breath. It is my voice I hear echoing back in the wind and my fears that crawl the dark on those long nights. I make the world a reflection of me. I seem to get in the way and...

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IN AWARENESS OF THE WOMEN OF THE WORLD God’s human-like doves, Are colored and colorless: His gift of women: With Mary, mother of Jesus, God sanctified womanhood, Glorifying all women with amazing Grace and divine supreme love; Thus, as with our people’s...

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Once in a century there comes a notable war, To prove how uncivilized human beings are! One steps up, reaching for the star, The other steps down, Leaving a never-vanishing scar. O ruled people! Say no to war, It has always favored the rulers so far. “We are the saviors of the world,” they say, Yet the shepherdless flock is left as prey. What...

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of what use is poetry if insipid it borders on wicked words can lift the heart restore the soul ~ or drain the hope-supply ...

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In other worlds, we bathed in glass instead of water. Thousands of small grains cascade as I stand bare in the shower, eroding. Our ancestors never found cool, aqueous respite, only beams that scorched the vast, barren sea of gold they wandered. Their mouths, always parched, never welcoming foreign waterborne contaminants. Still, they were contaminated all the same by those that burrowed into the...

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A tiny life emanating innocence, In a distressed woman’s lap, on pavement. A City Bustling with crowd, No attention is paid, No kindness or pity, Humans or robots with least emotions and empathy. A child brings light to society. . ...

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I took my new friend from Mars, to the store not to the bars. He was accompanied by his little green dog, many thought he was a funny looking frog. They messed their little green suits, so no more fresh fruits. A diaper they will need, so they can go home and be freed....

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Who am I that I can choose To pick from my closet different types of shoes Who am I that my feet are bare When I only wish I had shoes to wear Who am I that I have food Whenever I'm hungry to eat Who am I that I am hungry And for food I have to seek Who am I...

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> There is a new world rising, Not in thunder, not in fire— But in a silence so deep, It echoes across the galaxies. 181 nations, long forgotten by history’s biased pen, Have gathered—not in conflict, but in covenant. From the ruins of colonial greed, A golden phoenix stirs. The old gods of currency—Dollar, Euro, Pound— Fall like crumbling idols. In their place, a New...

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Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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