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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The Shepherd's Hour
The Shepherd's Hour
The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
***
Water flowers have closed their petals
In distance far, poplars show profile
Straight and tight their ghosts unseen awhile
And between the bush, glowworms shuttle
**
The owls now awake, noiseless take flight
Rowing the black air with heavy wings
The zenith full, a fainting glow blinks
White, Venus emerges, it is Night *
...
The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
***
Water flowers have closed their petals
In distance far, poplars show profile
Straight and tight their ghosts unseen awhile
And between the bush, glowworms shuttle
**
The owls now awake, noiseless take flight
Rowing the black air with heavy wings
The zenith full, a fainting glow blinks
White, Venus emerges, it is Night *
...
#astronomy
#earth
#moon #stars
#moon #stars
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Losing The Edge
The world
is like a box
hurtling through
the speed of light, cosmos
green and blue
with the corners chopped off
an 8 billion crew, minions to
Captain Jack Frost
trapped in our view, the moon
knows we are lost
the spectrum splits through
the hues
of rainbowed floss
old Moses, he too
got renewed
a testament, to the boss
all the brand new
becomes viewed
and is a was.
A floating illusion
coated in a fission, fusion
uranium, insane, ion cake
the lid is flapping...
is like a box
hurtling through
the speed of light, cosmos
green and blue
with the corners chopped off
an 8 billion crew, minions to
Captain Jack Frost
trapped in our view, the moon
knows we are lost
the spectrum splits through
the hues
of rainbowed floss
old Moses, he too
got renewed
a testament, to the boss
all the brand new
becomes viewed
and is a was.
A floating illusion
coated in a fission, fusion
uranium, insane, ion cake
the lid is flapping...
#earth
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Nothing
Things don't belong to anybody!
Nothing is an enemy.
Things are transient.
Change is one giant.
What you have
Isn't actually yours.
Space steals from time.
Time smiles and passers by space.
In-between.
Nothing belongs to nobody.
(c)Copyright 2024 SukiSushiCrown. All Rights Reserved.
Nothing is an enemy.
Things are transient.
Change is one giant.
What you have
Isn't actually yours.
Space steals from time.
Time smiles and passers by space.
In-between.
Nothing belongs to nobody.
(c)Copyright 2024 SukiSushiCrown. All Rights Reserved.
#earth
#universe
#evolution
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On the heights
At one point only the birds were flying
and the winds came
took the wings
at one point my neck hurt
for following the flight of birds
then the birds got tired
and they glared in the eyes
from anyone who saw them fly
at a certain point the planes appeared
and cut off the wings of the birds
crossed the birds' routes
at that time only planes flew
because the birds
they didn’t have a license to fly
at those heights...
and the winds came
took the wings
at one point my neck hurt
for following the flight of birds
then the birds got tired
and they glared in the eyes
from anyone who saw them fly
at a certain point the planes appeared
and cut off the wings of the birds
crossed the birds' routes
at that time only planes flew
because the birds
they didn’t have a license to fly
at those heights...
#earth
#environment
#birds
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Earth