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Norman Crane Sep 2020
We shelter in caves
Beneath a man-made steel sky
Once reflective of our soul
Now corroded, its reflection a reminder of our great lie
That the Earth could be tamed
Exploited and submitted in the name
Of the human race
Now it is we who must abase ourselves
Deep underground
As above the megastorms tear apart the heavens
Grinding all the atmospheric rust
into vicious orange clouds
Which fall upon us: a forever-rain of dust
Blue oceans smothered
Forests choked
Fields unrecovered
Fires infinitely stoked
We dreamed once of going to Mars
But see instead it's Mars that's come to us
Descended people of a dead planet
We reap the fallen dust
We weep
       the falling dust
Safana Aug 2020
is not by
religion and beliefs,
or a racial sects, it's
by act,
when someone
wished and said,
It's not, for a
a particular person
or group of persons,
it's, for those who
Intended to destablize
the Venus and Mars's
sister.
was designed by
the minorities, those
who want to
conquer the
moon's mother
Kowa ya tsargu dashi nake
Savio Fonseca Aug 2020
U are The Moon,
in the Universe of Stars.
U glow with a Smile,
sweeter than Mars.
U mean a lot, to the World
and the People Suffering.
Reading your Poems,
they are all Recovering.
I Hope U Know,
how important U Are.
To people around U
and those that are Afar.
U are Hardworking
and that I Admire.
For years to come,
U will continue to Inspire.
We will go to Mars, the planet of war,
But we will go in friendship and peace,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
A member of the human race will kick a soccer ball on Mars someday,
Maybe, we will have a city on Mars someday,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
There will be gold mines on Mars someday,
That will help the home world in the future,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
The family of humanity in peace and life,
The family of humanity in peace and life.
24/7/2020
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
As I held My Moon,
last Night.
The Stars got Jealous
and we're out of Sight.
A Universe that had
a Million, Billion Stars.
Hid themselves between,
Earth and Mars.
nick armbrister Jun 2020
All creative people are to live on Mars.
Imagine how cool it would be.
The aero/space program would be ******* awesome.

Designing spaceships to get there,
rockets like the nuclear powered engine,
space planes for going to the surface,
habitats to live in,
terraforming to make a breathable atmosphere and more.

When it's all sorted, then we write, sing, paint, sculpt.
Totally ******* awesome.
I'd also fly on Mars.
Gliders in the low grav sky...
Dominions of Corrosion
Jimmy Boom Semtex
MARS May 2020
A word like no other.
The world next to a mother
No matter how far away I go,
She always has me tethered

To my roots, my culture. I never forget
That horrendous day we met.
A wee babby in his uniform, parrying
Away at first sight.

You carved every inch of a masterpiece
Which grew ever thankful to you.
Though never chanted,
Your sobriquet remains holy in mine heart.

Shall God bless you
And life bequeath its bliss
For you, are a soul…
Crafted to craft.
This intriguing poem written by MARS explains the unconditional bond between a good teacher and a student. A teacher plays a major role in every individual's life and is considered as one next to a mother. She teaches through all her difficulties and sows light into every student, ultimately crafting them into a masterpiece. This vivid detail is brought out to the reader's eyes by MARS.
MARS Apr 2020
I strolled through
A library. T’was as abandoned
In the hands of time
As the proverbial Ozymandias.

It guarded a wealth of knowledge
Under each leather wrapped parchment
Like a pearl inside an oyster, just
Not under Adam’s ale.

One of them, as abandoned as the former
Stared at me, sitting in a
Coze on the floor.
‘Mommy!’ it cried

In such a desperate and helpless manner.
Instantaneously bonded I with it.
It was one akin to a mother and her child
Fragile, yet quite unbreakable.

All this in a book.
Words I have not to say
About that fervid day
And how etched it is.
This poem shares an intimate bond between MARS and a book. MARS adopts the abandoned, lonely and weeping book as if it were the MARS's own child.  A mix of archaic English and complex words let the reader bond with the poem as the MARS did with the book.
Joseph Preston Kirk Apr 2013
PAIN PASSION AND PLAY
there will always be pain passion and play
but what really matters is what you think about at the end of the day
finding hope peace love and tranquility
call it lucky if you have that ability
but practice daily with humility
as without it there can be no civility
life is not taken given or achieved
never close your eyes or be deceived
life is always changing and growing
life is practice as you could never become all knowing
so keep a smile as you continue growing
and remember there's never enough practice to ever stop showing
something you cannot see or touch but still feel
so keep your chin up and keep it real.
Christ
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