From space looking in,
A perfect chiseled marble.
Blue, green, and white,
Well, that's how it used to be.
The truth is, is that,
Our planet is dying.
The frozen tundras,
Now puddles of death.
We let them die,
And with it, animals.
We could muster up might,
But its not us, right?
No, you're wrong,
We are one world.
When will we clean,
This planet of filth?
People, I call to you,
And I say this,
"Help save the world,
it was too good to miss."
Can we restore it's luster?
The answer is yes.
Just a few simple things,
Can make it it's best.
Points:
Time spent:
IP address:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
Thanks June and Slade!
Hmmm... Very nice poem you have here Wise!
For some reason that I just can't put my finger on... chiseled in in the first stanza seems as if it is spelled wrong to me... But I'm not sure how it is spelled correctly... I maybe wrong of course... hmmm...
Over all, seriously nice work. Maybe if you could make it a bit longer it would be even better.
This is my favorite line, I don't know why but it is... Attracted me so much I read it three times before I continued on to the rest of the poem