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Katlyn Orthman Sep 2021
Over the hill
A bird softly sings
A sad chirp
Off dewy grass rings

Forlorn and forgetful
It pumps its wings
As a thunder storms
The lighting softly stings

There was a tapping
That made it turn its head
It creeped up louder
Filling a little heart with dread

Beating its chest
Like the doldrums do
A quiet quest
As the solemn bird flew

Sore and soaring higher
It’s wings grew tired
The whispers of a liar
The bird now expired

Plummet back to Earth
It hit with a thud
Decaying in a hearse
And buried in the mud

There was a sad chirping
It’s haunting dewy hills
In the darkness it’s lurking
Lies always ****
Delicacy8100 Mar 2021
Staggered and twisted
Like vines of a vineyard.
Bound
Waterous veins flowing earth's surface.
Bound
Unchallenged evidence
mysterious edge's.
Bonded
Archives dated,
contemplated.
Earths cremation?
Recreations
Inspirations
Binding

Light creates beautiful skies,
all earth's beauty
entwined.
Filling earth and its surface, stand back and watch
nature takes over.
Permanent impressions
characteristics.
Footprints of nature
Bonding life
Unsolved Mysteries
No space left behind.

Unearthed evidence revels
memories.
I love the earth and all its secrets.
B Morgan Talbot Sep 2021
When they came down from their disk
With their blinding lights
And their alloy ramps
It quickly became obvious
Unexpectedly, in our hubris,
That they wished only to
Gas up,
Take some pictures of squirrels
And stretch their limbs
Before setting out toward a finer frontier.
Did you hear something about an intergalactic highway being built?
Mark Wanless Aug 2021
******* wonder mind
walks the streets at midnight
with a spray can and brush

canvas the world
approval does not matter
they do they boo

hope meaningless
is is is that's all
a condition of existence

a consistent emptiness
to be filled with they
and the earth moves
Basquiat
Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2021
Dip my feet-
In a bag full of coffee beans;
To get the feeling of-
The ground in between my toes.
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
The Earth is scarred
Branded
by our constant digging
The moon likens her blemishes to cheap tattoos, but he'd never tell her so
She's still spectacular, even swathed in gray
We may have robbed her of her innocence, but she's still the jewel of the Milky Way
Offensive and beautiful
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
The sun's a pothead
She puffs on her pipe all day
Fishbowling the Earth
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
Suddenly out of nothing there was a big bang
And a vacuum gave birth to a planet of flames
She finally cooled down after millions of years
Her rage turned to sorrow and inconsolable tears
She wept so much water covered the land
She nearly drowned herself before life even began
The rest we all know, or have beliefs of our own
How this rock went from nothing, to water, to home
PERTINAX Aug 2021
My eyes alight softly upon pale velvet waxing
Whose grace is as weightless as a tilting feather
Slowly orbiting between gentle arches
Caressing the space that separates two hearts
And minds locked in a tidal waltz

Waning, my gaze shifts to supple curves
Outlining the crescent shaped body
Which loving light reflects in full
As the beats of my pulse rapidly impact
Scaring the surface with my every rotation
That births a new phase with every rise
Yet sets my sights again upon distant beauty
Teasing the mind to reach out and embrace my muse
Relenting to the gravity ever drawing me nearer
Until we collide in throes of violent passion
Two bodies merging in the fires of love
To become one forever more
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2021
The face of Earth is for no one
King Solomon or the great
Alexander the believers.
Nor for disbeliever
Nebuchadnezzar.

Hell or Paradise neither
is on the face of Earth.
What lives is in the heart!
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