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How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see
How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see
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A masterpiece formed, from the ways unknown
Accentuated sight of beauties
Enshrouded with power and fame
Roundabout as it seems thus harbouring beautiful dreams
Yet as flat for soaring egos to land on
A port also for all futures to take off
The big wide world, home and unfamiliar at the same time.
flat.
round.
Intentionally created.
Random result of a bang.
Cain.
Abel.
The garden. The Apple. The Serpent.
One Planet. Two Worlds. At War.
Gather the world a plea for peace,
Stay the anger and rage, let the war’s cease.
Evil one’s darkness, shut him away,
Bring in the light, bring the new day.
© Cynthia Clark
The blue planet
Earth it’s named
A planet of people
Diverse, many languages
Cultures, religions and beliefs
An wealth of beauty
Views of nature so pure
Water in some places so abundant
We forget how lucky we are
As we pollute the place
We call home.
Fair or unfair, wrong or right, half is truth and half is lie, the world is all black and white, you see what you want to go by
I've willingly mortified my soul
Scarred my skin
Served my blood to these demons in a bowl.
All because I exist on this geoid shaped clay depository.
This is the only place you can find souls intertwined with one another and yet expect a miracle, this is the only place you can find faith.
This is where I live...
Seated
in massive hands
He safely returned me
back to land.
Caught in a daze
of a retrospect
when I saw this
breathraking scene.
Eyes shut,
above misty clouds,
a memory of a soul
leaving the body.
Why is it a breeze
to fade from life
yet such undesputable maze
to go back?
This familiar image
teleported me to an old
experience
on life and death.
When I was given
a second chance
on life...
...again.
This image triggered an old unforgetable memory. Enjoy!
©Angel Fizz
life • spiritual • death • memory • personal
A Little Planet
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In a Universe so vast, beyond our comprehension
A place in space so small, it not notice
It rides on one of the spiral arms of a Galaxy
That’s not that big as Galaxies go
But this blue green rock that we call home is in disrepair
We go about our day and do not change our way
We drive our cars without care
Industries put poison in the air
Pollution is everywhere
We better change our ways, for if we don’t, life will disappear
This Island in the sea of space is the only home of the human race!
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The world in annual grasp of dark and light. Must be the season for a spirit's moon over temperate waters. Hear close can you sense the wind's falling shudders or is it the dominion's wings flutters. Peace be at last in the world's annual grasp.