100 Years From Now Poem~About Negative/Positive Poetry
A Negative Poem
100 years from now--- my computer will be rust,
--- Twitter will be a bust.
--- Florida will be visited underwater,
--- $20.00 will be worth a quarter.
--- there will be no borders,
---no Congress to give orders.
---no history will be taught,
---no wars to be fought.
---no planes in the sky,
---not even a fly.
---no roses will bloom,
---there will be no room.
---there will be no rural country side,
---there will be no laws to abide.
---no icebergs will exist,
---remaining coolness will be a mist.
---oil and gas will flow like a river,
---no one will be here to give a shiver.
---no birds will sing,
---no mail will they bring?
---this earth will be silent and alone,
---there will be nothing left, not even a bone.
---no politicians to make you cringe,
---no alcohol to go on a binge.
---no taxes to pay,
---no sunshine or cloudy day.
For all the Negative People
This poem is for all the negative people constantly hear when I go shopping or out in the public. So many intelligent people so negative---- and the very ones who should know better---- are some of the leaders of communities. It makes me wonder are they just talking to hear themselves roar and spew negative remarks to have something to say to get attention. And, they say that a 100 years from now won't matter---but it will for our descendants. Or am I a positive idiot who always looks for the best in everything in this life?
A Positive Poem
Here is a positive poem just for the positive people in our world.
100 Years From Now—My Positive Poem
100 years from now---our descendants will rise to any occasion,
---without an abrasion.
---there will be “World Peace”.
---carried out by my GG-Great- niece.
--- pristine rivers will flow underground to quench their thirst,
--- The Golden Rule will be the only law and it will come first.
---Money will be the same all over the world,
---and no country will not say no to a baby girl.
---no child will go to bed hungry or ill.
---food aplenty will be forever, and given instead of a pill.
---all of society will be the same, no station, no rich or poor,
--- people will share if they have more.
---all children will be adopted, into a loving home,
---no one will have to live alone.
---respect will be among all,
---there will be no rulers to fall.
---birds will sing,
---of a happy Spring.
---work days will be 24 hours in a week,
---this is what the people will seek.
---no pollution in the waters or air,
---these people will do more than just care.
---and the meek shall inherit the earth,
---as if our earth was a new birth.
Yes, 100 Years from now a wonderful place it will be, and I hope my spirit body will have eyes to see.
Thank Farmers for their Dedication
Sometimes I watch the white clouds float gently overhead---like giant marshmellows,
Suddenly darkness can overtake the light and sends stormy bellows.
Sending the animals scurrying over the plains and fields,
For a dry safe haven their searching yields.
Many issues in life can be solved with a little care,
Kind gentle people will help and want to share.
Let the rain clean our earth and germinate the
new planted seeds,
When the harvest is in there will be no needs.
For all the country folks will divide with their
neighbors one and all,
It is like a large family whose bounty is gathered
before the fall.
Let everyone know to come and celebrate what
the earth has--- blessed us with today,
And stay to thank the Farmers for living their lives---
for us this way.
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