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Benjamin Oct 2017
If Pluto’s a planet,
or some sort of moon,
or even a comet; it doesn’t much matter—
not for my purpose—
I feel I should live there.
Just pack up my suitcase,
and move to that snowball that’s
orbiting something,
or just flying solo.

Down here on Earth,
the sun is too warm, and
the light is imposing;
whatever’s concealed is
revealed in the morning,
and I’m left to relive my
memories over.

But Pluto is darker
for most of the day;
the nights will last longer
as life hibernates;
and I can be hidden beneath miles of snow—

Where I’ll be
           forgotten,
                    as I drift
                          
                                ­ alone.
Kenya83 Oct 2017
Craving more than what we've got
A desire burns and it burns a lot

I'm not speaking monetary
I know the answer is in me
How can I affect humanity

Save the children from the horror of war
Stop the bullets that take animals to the floor
Feed the homeless and the poor
End our planets suffering core

I'm a dreamer,
But they are dreams of love
If only peace would fly
Like the dove
If only our priority was kindness
And life was priceless

If only we took what we need
Instead of being governed by greed
Take, take, take, and when it comes to giving back
Generosity seriously lacks

It's not my problem
We have nothing in common
It doesn't affect me
So just let it be

It's not my family,
Nor my community
It's not my country,
it doesn't bother me
It's not my ocean
So continue to fill it full of poisonous potion

They're not my animals,
Who cares if they go extinct
I'll breath in toxic air
So long as it doesn't stink

Be complacent
And you're complicit to all these things
Take responsibility
For the outcome that it WILL bring
ren Oct 2017
my dear,
when you grow jealous
of the meadows you are not near
just remember;
every flower desires the sun
and the sun envies the moon.
- comparison is the poison we read about in fairytales, you are your own unique planet.
olivia jade Sep 2017
food tastes better when nothing had to die for it,
cry for it, lose its precious life for it.

your burger tastes like ******
your bacon like lives that were taken, shaken, foresaken.

you dig your polished fork into pork as you talk
about how the oceans are shrinking, sinking, wishful thinking.

you serve fish on a gleaming dish as you wish
that numbers of whales, eels, sharks and seals were not dwindling.

you spend time crying for the polar bears dying
as your bacon is frying, and it isn’t the only thing.

you gorge on tender beef although you aren’t the thief
that stole it’s very life from it.

you chit chat about mass extinction and animals dire fate
whilst the crux of the problem sits on your plate.
Haasje Sep 2017
I want to, explore planet Her. I want to see its highest peaks, it's deepest cliffs.
I want to lay down on it's golden beaches, so soft and fine.
I want to run along with the wind as it weaves around every curve it can find.
Feel every wrinkle in the sand, every drop of water that runs down every fall, every storm, heat-wave, hurricane, sunrise, birth, fall, winter, summer, spring, life, death...      

Every tear, every smile, cry, truth, lie.
All the mischief and gags
All wonders and how every many disasters.
I want, no I need it all. All I need you to be is exactly who you are, as long as you leave absolutely nothing behind.
Gabriel Marfim Sep 2017
She was just another star
from a distant constellation

But she didn't know that
looking from his planet
she was already a
beautiful nebula.
Jayantee Khare Sep 2017
The love,
may go wrong,
The longing
won't last long!

Let's entwine
in the poems,
Let's conjoin
in one song!

Not a string
breakable,
Our bond is
very strong!

We're not from
romantic world,
A poetic planet
we belong!
Another attempt to write love poem.
Mary E Zollars Sep 2017
A herd of sheep without shepherd
A jail of juveniles with no crime
A pair of glasses with no frame
A rubber band without stretch
Trees falling without any sound
Bricks layering with no plaster
Fish ordered to climb mountains
Pigs told to fly through storm
We are not variables without solve
We are not homes without light
We are the future of this nation
We are the future of your life
Treat us with respect, liability
Preserve life, trust, loyalty
We can create a new planet
Or we could destroy this one.
It's your choice.
sunprincess Sep 2017
And destroying our home,
Yours and mine,

Stop Destroying only place
We can call home
our planet
So stop Asap!
Someone needs to stop the madman
Asap!

sorry i was half asleep when i write this
Lol
Arlene Corwin Sep 2017
What Is There To Gain?
      (apropos the morning news)

What is there to gain
By killing six or seven million people,
Insects, plant life, animals and soil?
Bomb of hydrogen
A hundred times more potent
Than the bomb that foiled Hiroshima.
.
What is there to gain
Except a laughing Kim Jong-un –
In front of cameras that
Will televise to almost no one
Anymore? Not to mention
Money?  Trade?
Nearly or completely gone:
At least out of the question.

Of course,
Now that I think of it
What’s there to gain by killing?
Sadly, all the scriptures have it, do it, yet,
Beneath it all is peacefulness
And yes, non-violence.

It’s amazing what one thinks about
While watching news that’s sprouting.

What is there to gain by murdering
A fast becoming hopeless people
Living on a fast becoming heap of scrap
In nature fast becoming put to sleep
For what will probably be
Quite a long, long, long, long time.

to be continued… (not or maybe)

What Is There To Gain? 9.3.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II: Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
What is there to gain by murdering half a planet?
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