Least Read Poems About Earth
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Yep
You want the truth?
You cant handle the truth
You want the facts?
You cant handle the facts
You want the lowdown?
You want the nitty gritty?
You want the som som?
You want the skinny?
Well here it is ...
Na
You cant handle the truth
You want the facts?
You cant handle the facts
You want the lowdown?
You want the nitty gritty?
You want the som som?
You want the skinny?
Well here it is ...
Na
#earth
#universe
#TruthOfLife
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accomplice
suspect strolls by night
by night
Moon drains
bees search
hopscotch
Earth's face
unoccupied
bottles set aside
the welcome bed
rousing at dusk
you respire
a milk & honey beam
in cotton
the thief of dairy & pollen
brims over
brims over the crimes
of light creamed in
glass
by night
Moon drains
bees search
hopscotch
Earth's face
unoccupied
bottles set aside
the welcome bed
rousing at dusk
you respire
a milk & honey beam
in cotton
the thief of dairy & pollen
brims over
brims over the crimes
of light creamed in
glass
#earth
#moon
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charting
her soles
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
#LifeStruggles
#earth
#learning
#MovingOn
#meditation
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D1. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
Different hands reach for the same neck
of a bottle, jerk back in dwindling bounds
as a ball dribbles away without its human.
Of all the places to relax into, holding
ones breath for language. We turn
into vases, nose to nose. The background
shutters like a party trick. Figures milling as noise;
a fleet on the horizon- fading
to the roundness of the earth, an elevator
carrying the Gestalt principle.
Foreground forebrain timpani! Avocado
center, our circadian rhythm-
dense and brown.
I cast shells and...
of a bottle, jerk back in dwindling bounds
as a ball dribbles away without its human.
Of all the places to relax into, holding
ones breath for language. We turn
into vases, nose to nose. The background
shutters like a party trick. Figures milling as noise;
a fleet on the horizon- fading
to the roundness of the earth, an elevator
carrying the Gestalt principle.
Foreground forebrain timpani! Avocado
center, our circadian rhythm-
dense and brown.
I cast shells and...
#friendship
#earth
#fire
#water
#humankind
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Pole
a pocky moon the mirror
of an overlarge cutlass
noses the oreo crest
the stars scatter
undyed feathers
of a faulty beanbag
under plush duress
the periphery irises
on a ship at napalm speed
upon receiving the sun shadows
send out sneaky perfume
a planed breath
leafing opal
curly chips of soap
alit on velvet wind
coats the swan deck
chopsticks pluck the olfactory
the rollover of a penguin's teal nap
before he looks for rocks
for his sweetheart ...
of an overlarge cutlass
noses the oreo crest
the stars scatter
undyed feathers
of a faulty beanbag
under plush duress
the periphery irises
on a ship at napalm speed
upon receiving the sun shadows
send out sneaky perfume
a planed breath
leafing opal
curly chips of soap
alit on velvet wind
coats the swan deck
chopsticks pluck the olfactory
the rollover of a penguin's teal nap
before he looks for rocks
for his sweetheart ...
#earth
#environment
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8 Comments
Poetry Is....
Poetry is water; ever gentle and still
Timid and shapeless, yet as vast as its will
The home of all life cursed with death’s chill
Calm as a lamb but ruthless to kill
Poetry is fire; scorching through hearts of men
An unattainable desire to release ones Zen
A raging candle with an unextinguishable pen
Yin and yang, drilling wisdom since the first den
Poetry is life; raw energy that breathes
A spirit of creation, ceremonial wreathes
Inspiration and motivation it needs
The purest of hearts is what makes it succeed
...
Timid and shapeless, yet as vast as its will
The home of all life cursed with death’s chill
Calm as a lamb but ruthless to kill
Poetry is fire; scorching through hearts of men
An unattainable desire to release ones Zen
A raging candle with an unextinguishable pen
Yin and yang, drilling wisdom since the first den
Poetry is life; raw energy that breathes
A spirit of creation, ceremonial wreathes
Inspiration and motivation it needs
The purest of hearts is what makes it succeed
...
#earth
#fire
#water #LifeCycle
#water #LifeCycle
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the listerine strip on the tip of my tongue had a picture: earthworms
To think that flaked pieces are left behind,
back away from the porous cliff
and deny that it looks like mine
own skin. We street in the afterglow
of a burst water-tower, a sky flow still
drip-drips extending my shirtsleeve.
All I want to do is faceplant into the sponge
and be startled as from a falling dream
by the wormstars appearing after a drowning.
More specifically, there is a clearing
overhead and the underhandedness of it
is trillsqueezing out grubby life.
Gravity sluices at...
back away from the porous cliff
and deny that it looks like mine
own skin. We street in the afterglow
of a burst water-tower, a sky flow still
drip-drips extending my shirtsleeve.
All I want to do is faceplant into the sponge
and be startled as from a falling dream
by the wormstars appearing after a drowning.
More specifically, there is a clearing
overhead and the underhandedness of it
is trillsqueezing out grubby life.
Gravity sluices at...
#earth
#universe
#drugs #mirror
#drugs #mirror
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Jupiter Series: I, Wherewithal
Space is capable of movement
despite having no body
and is read as connecting carbon
-dating of events. It takes a part
in what is inherent opposite
in some tangible thing else; everything
but itself moves at the speed
of years and when a fin first takes
to land Space follows. Its tool
must be the fanciful shovel
or the hitch. Space inhales
in the unfettered hand. It also
informs us of distance about “yeh big”
by the eye that uncovers the cellular,
an amendable amiable discourse ...
despite having no body
and is read as connecting carbon
-dating of events. It takes a part
in what is inherent opposite
in some tangible thing else; everything
but itself moves at the speed
of years and when a fin first takes
to land Space follows. Its tool
must be the fanciful shovel
or the hitch. Space inhales
in the unfettered hand. It also
informs us of distance about “yeh big”
by the eye that uncovers the cellular,
an amendable amiable discourse ...
#relationships
#science
#earth
#humankind
#astronomy
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Love
Seeing earth in her
I merge my naked I:
unselfing selves
--R K Singh
I merge my naked I:
unselfing selves
--R K Singh
#earth
#fire
#spiritual
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Black Sun
the lonely planet
falters in the cold dark void
a black sun rises
as the stars begin to fall
the earth bleeds beneath her cold gaze
a frozen wasteland
spans across the horizon
only the wind speaks
as the earth sleeps in darkness
dreaming of what had once been
an epoch now passed
far gone days of warmth and light
forgotten by time
faded into the pale mist
only the darkness remains
falters in the cold dark void
a black sun rises
as the stars begin to fall
the earth bleeds beneath her cold gaze
a frozen wasteland
spans across the horizon
only the wind speaks
as the earth sleeps in darkness
dreaming of what had once been
an epoch now passed
far gone days of warmth and light
forgotten by time
faded into the pale mist
only the darkness remains
#loneliness
#earth
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Feed it to the fire.
Shake off all the dead wood,
Chuck it on the fire,
As the wind blows stronger,
The flames climb ever higher.
It’s a mystery that we claim,
When we come into this world,
When we put upon our name,
And learn to shape its words.
All troubles are the allies,
Of the spirits we rely on,
That rough edges do us favours,
That there’s little use denying.
It’s a mystery we accept,
When we’re pulled between the worlds,
When we’re struck by flailing limbs,
With whipping stings, we learn.
Shake off all...
Chuck it on the fire,
As the wind blows stronger,
The flames climb ever higher.
It’s a mystery that we claim,
When we come into this world,
When we put upon our name,
And learn to shape its words.
All troubles are the allies,
Of the spirits we rely on,
That rough edges do us favours,
That there’s little use denying.
It’s a mystery we accept,
When we’re pulled between the worlds,
When we’re struck by flailing limbs,
With whipping stings, we learn.
Shake off all...
#earth
#fate
#luck
#responsibility
#water
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The Earth
The Earth cries in accord with all of it’s dwellers
The Earth rebels far before we stand up
The Earth absorbs the mistakes of the people
The Earth carries the burdens of shattered souls
The Earth will be heard with deafening sequence
The Earth will mourn for natural resource gone dry
The Earth will curse the ones who ravage
The Earth will swallow all who've stood by
The Earth rebels far before we stand up
The Earth absorbs the mistakes of the people
The Earth carries the burdens of shattered souls
The Earth will be heard with deafening sequence
The Earth will mourn for natural resource gone dry
The Earth will curse the ones who ravage
The Earth will swallow all who've stood by
#earth
#environment
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Earth