Planet
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Enticing me,
the sickeningly sweet scent of the trees draws me ever nearer.
Tempting me,
like a flower waltzing in spring's fair breeze.
Calling me,
desperate for a friendly face, one to renew its grace.
The weeping willow has a story to tell,
but I do not listen, caught up with my cell.
Creatures face the brink of extinction,
yet here I am, enjoying a vacation.
Nature screams and cries for help,
The earth she has a fever
And a nasty cough and sneeze
The fear of every planet
A human-like disease
They spread across her surface
Removing all her trees
Polluting their own oxygen
At 4 am, I hear birds chirping. There are many reasons why they could be chirping.
But I like to think they're chirping for the sake of chirping. I like to think that they just
Oh, planets
Oh dear planets,
I wonder sometimes,
how does Mercury manage
to have icy shadowed craters
with the Sun's warm embrace?
And I deliberately ponder,
i've always known
i've never been the favorite child
off kilter and distant
like a drunk on the curb
so i guess it makes sense
that you've finally let go
of my cold hands
My father and I were sitting in a new restaruant
looking over the menus.
We loved to go to new places and try new foods.
I think it was one of the many reasons we got along so nicely.
The sea salt water masks the scent of decay in this townDo you remember the old days?This decrepit land was once fresh like a newborn baby boy.It grew and grew
Where did the serene blue skies go?
What happened to the crystal clear waters?
Blackened nights and darkened clouds
Leave creatures and humans suffereing,
Suffocating, crying, dying.
Dear Earth,
Your rolling fields of amber grass,
Cerulean waves of primeval,
And skies painted with ripe orange, bubblegum, and perfect aubergine
Are no longer as beautiful as they once were.
Oh the dirt will scream
The mountains will cry
And their souls won't speak
Because they'll be tongue-tied
Mercury, Venus, Saturn,
All the planets, the same pattern,
If we listen to their patter,
Our world is bones from their matter.
The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
Twenty one point three.
Twenty one point three million.
Twenty one point three million refugees
Half of which aren’t even eighteen,
Forced from home simply because,
Of the many things wrong,
I find this one to have a grip on me, strong
We need reform
Let us perform
A societal change
Refute the strange
This sight and futile inactionat our world as she dies kneelingwas enough to change this pathFrom medicine to engineering
Poor Pluto
Was once a Planet.
Now its a Dwarf-Planet.
Who more a Planet.
Than some Gas Giant Planets.
Pluto, so far out in space.
Is its only fault.
~ Ricardo
The Earth is our landThe provider of the roadsWe call to travel onCreator of the soil we useTo plantGrowAnd nurturea host of abundant faunaWe depend upon its survival
What if the world ran on energy
That was sent from the sun
people could do so many activites
that you could not count the fun
renewable energy doesnt go away
there's so much to use
Very vague are the
Various viscous
Vibrations volleying
With vast
Motorizing strength,
The blasting of the
Motor
To the best bang
Of engine blinding
The eye with
There once was a man called Marcus
Whom lost his paintbrush in his heart
He had his surgery
In the planet Mercury
And then he let out his last fart
The pain begins to kick in.
The never ending pounding,
The drums beat inside my head.
Trembling, the room spins,
Sipping the vodka in my glass,
I'm drowning.
My liver screams
I always wanted go to Mars,
So I can see the view,
Or maybe I can glance at the stars,
To wish upon a star that’s true.
Look around, what do you see?
Is it blurry or is it just me?
I rub my eyes to make the fog go away.
But I end up smearing my make-up for the day.
It is not hard to see the cause of this,
Like Jupiter, his face always features at least one giant red spot
And Saturn's rings have found a second home beneath his eyes
The stifling clouds of Venus emanate from his throat
Planet Earth where I reside
Created by Him, who gave me life
Sent me here for a purpose to fulfill
To set goals and achieve, to strive
Our society is condemning
Humanity is painfully amuck
You don't know it yet but you are an infection.
A stain stung so deep into this earth's rich soil,
On the beat, on the beat
The only sound's the pounding feet
Of people jumping on the stage,
Dancing the story of our age,
Of all the humans in their cage
The dancers free their pounding rage.
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
Dedicated to the man whose quest for wanderers
caused him to question that term's definition.
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I gleam with a yellow satisfaction,
The night couldn't be more clear.
My thunderous telescope absorbs fiery light,
And brings the booming images near.
All that I reported was a little bit distorted,
We had known about the plants and we had seen how they consorted,
But unlike many other plans theirs was not aborted,
Forced to think about resources
What really matters today
Many obstacles man created
Life never got in his way.
This world is ours
ours to love
but yet we have cars
that is not love
with smog all around
and trees burning down
yet no ones makes a sound
no one even has a frown
the world is dying
You would never think of stars
Those tiny, inconsequential lights in the night sky
You would never believe our sun
Is exactly like those white lights
Its golden rays shining on your face
The full moon, the dark sky.
It never leaves my mind.
It guides me all the way, through the twists and turns.
You burn a mild orange now and again like that of the autumn color leaves.
