POEMS ABOUT EARTH – Pieces About And For The World We Live In
POEMS ABOUT EARTH – In this article, we are going to read a collection of poems for and about the mother Earth.
Earth is also known to be the only planet with an atmosphere with free oxygen, oceans of water and life.
The atmosphere of Earth consists of 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 0.9% argon, and 0.03% carbon dioxide.
It is, by far, the only planet that we call “home”.
These poems that we are about to read are about the world, its entirety and some aspects akin to it.
Here are the following examples, among them were some uplifted from Family Friend Poems and other websites:
Music by Bessie Rayner Parkes
Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres
Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound,
A harmony whereof the earth’s green hills
Give but the faintest echo; yet is there
A music everywhere, and concert sweet!
All birds which sing amidst the forest deep
Till the flowers listen with unfolded bells;
All winds that murmur over summer grass,
Or curl the waves upon the pebbly shore;
Chiefly all earnest human voices rais’d
In charity and for the cause of truth,
Mingle together in one sacred chord,
And float, a grateful incense, up to God.
Do You Dare? by Sandra Hearth
A world of peace, a world of hope.
Not full of violence, crime and dope.
I want all that’s bad to be stopped in its tracks.
I want all that’s good and filled with all that it lacks.
I need this world to become quiet and calm.
I need all the innocent kept safe from harm.
I pray that the day will soon be here.
I pray all will be protected, all we hold dear.
No more starving, illness or war.
Let’s step on through, open the door,
To a fresh beginning, a place of joy,
A wish for every girl and every boy.
May the earth heal and feel safe once more.
May it start afresh and forget all the horror and the gore.
Let it begin, step by step, let the change commence.
Let’s wake up and use our common sense.
Mother Earth is in pain and struggles each day.
Let’s all start to help her heal, take the hurt away.
I wish my dreams would come true,
That we can start to save this world, make it good, for me and for you.
Let us learn from all our mess,
Show more care and kindness.
To show respect for all living things,
To be grateful for what all this earth brings.
There is beauty under all the bad.
There is joy under all that’s sad.
We need to find that space, that key!
We need to act now, open our eyes and see.
We have but one home, a land for all,
For each living thing that flies, walks and crawls.
We have to learn to share, to care.
It’s time to stop the horror, come on, do you dare?
The Earth Rolls On by Ernestine Northover
Who is the young man, who stands at the dawn of the day,
And views the world with a frivolous outlook, and with ease,
He dreams, new dreams, his life years from decay,
As if the earth were his, and he had only himself to please.
Who is the middle aged man, who stands at the dawn of the day,
And views the world, with an eye of someone so unbelieving,
With stress and pressures, which weigh him down like clay,
He finds the earth to be a place that’s so unforgiving.
Who is the old man, who stands at the dawn of the day,
And views the world, with a subdued and despondent air,
He’s seen life come and go, and from him now, it’s speeding away,
And the earth that he remembers, is no longer fair, no longer there.
But the earth rolls on,
And our lifespan, too, will soon be gone.
The young, the middle aged and the old.
Their stories told.