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Your poem and mine
MOTHER EARTH By Mohitmisrah
Mother Earth actually looks after me,
She neither expects nor charges a fee.
Every year fresh fruits she provides to eat,
For those fruits, one another man will beat.
So much water is there for us all,
For water it often becomes an ugly brawl.
A tiny insect on her I am,
Feeding me with her assorted jam.
Man keeps beating her with his big bombs,
When will he realize that she is alive
and that it is wrong?
Her we must begin to appreciate,
Immediately before it gets too late.
From our puny race she will defend herself,
You are just Begging her to annihilate yourself. "
FALL FROM GRACE by Tantrum
Free fall...Entangled wings.
Nothing more frightful than this.
Dark spaces surrounding the Abyss.
For falling from grace fear brings.
eyes blind to the light. Hearts in tears.
The crying of souls full of fears.
Where has gone all the bliss ?
Where the wonderful things
untouched by the horrors of sins?
They fall in Chaotic despair.
The bodies unveiled disappear,
While anguish their bosoms stings.
And a bonus
APOCALYPSE by Tantrum
Four horses,
riding across Time and Space,
on a race
for the first place.
Angels on horseback, flying,
their wings spread
over the death bed
of the Inspiring.
One man lifts up his head...
Prophetic threats,
given to Mankind.
Satan's satisfied eyes,
hovering among the lies
of the blind ones.
And all this turmoil moves
the earth under the feet
of Saints looking for proofs.
While the entire Universe,
Blindfold, traverses
the portals
of Emptiness.
and with this , I think I show you ,you're not the only one that can write poetry.
A lot of people can do .
and better.