Can+Poetry+Save+the+Earth?

===__Directions__: Using the poets.org site (or another site on poetry with which you are familiar), find a poem that you feel, in the spirit of John Felstiner, can "save the earth." This poem can celebrate the environment, it can teach the reader an important lesson about our planet, it can reveal something important about our humanity, that we all might need to hear right now or maybe that we've all lost touch with given how hectic our lives are. Or maybe it's a poem that just makes us feel good about being on this planet or being alive. Once you find your poem, post it to this wiki. Only one person can post to the wiki at one time, so once you find your poem, quickly post it (with the author name) and put your name next to the submission. Once everyone is done, go back and read everyone's poem!===

** Smiling ** [| **© By Anonymous**] Prince Canaan

Smiling is infectious you can catch it like the flu when someone smiled at me I started smiling too when I passed the corner someone saw my grin when he smiled I realized I passed it onto him

I thought about that smile and realized its worth a single smile just like mine could travel round the earth so if you feel a smile begin don't leave it undetected lets start an epidemic quick and get the world infected

**The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost ** Christian Lawlor

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

//**Hopeful**// by Faith Evans Kevin Lee

I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won't have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer, When the streets get the upper hand on us and we lose a brother, And I Wish I could go deep in a zone, And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish) Wish I could teach a soul to fly, Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them hi, And I Wish my hommie Butch was still alive And on the day of his death we had never took that ride, And I (I wish) Wish God could protect us from the wrong So that all the solders that were sent over seas come home We will never break, though they devastate, we shall motivate, And we gotta pray, all we got is faith. Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day, The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain't gotta cry today. Sit at the light so long, And then we gotta move straight forward, cuz we fight so strong, So when right go wrong, Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on!!! Let's HOPE!

**If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda ** I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine -Nick LaRocca

Joe DIrt
 * //Bitter Blow of Love//**

Love! you dealt a bitter blow, To lay me cross the mortal plains, Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a cloud To weep at my enduring foe Of harsh reality - the searing pains of Destiny: dependable propensity To fool myself repeatedly, That I can ever triumph over love!

**Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein Chris Willem ** There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends

//Celine Charcoal Abby Keehn//
 * Nature**

Human nature, mother nature, Enough of your torture. Safely nature, easy nature, Play your game, Foolish nature, custom nature, I know your plan Can you nature, would you nature, Try to run away. Stupid nature, poor nature. Find my secret. Miserable nature, faulty nature, Get out of my way. It is in my nature, It is my nature, Don't give me away.

=Funny Luv Poems=

Ben Goldstein

Roses are pink Violets are purple Chocolate is sweet But is not a treat Flowers are nice Jewerly is to fancy All I want is a hug And that would be dandy  Mike Gehm A curious lad from Dover Crossed poison ivy with a four-leaf clover. This young man was struck With a rash of good luck, ** Before his experiment was over.
 * The Experiment

=The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost= John Montuori
 * TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, || ||
 * And sorry I could not travel both || ||
 * And be one traveler, long I stood || ||
 * And looked down one as far as I could || ||
 * To where it bent in the undergrowth; || ||
 * Then took the other, as just as fair, || ||
 * And having perhaps the better claim, || ||
 * Because it was grassy and wanted wear; || ||
 * Though as for that the passing there || ||
 * Had worn them really about the same, || ||
 * And both that morning equally lay || ||
 * In leaves no step had trodden black. || ||
 * Oh, I kept the first for another day! || ||
 * Yet knowing how way leads on to way, || ||
 * I doubted if I should ever come back. || ||
 * I shall be telling this with a sigh || ||
 * Somewhere ages and ages hence: || ||
 * Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— || ||
 * I took the one less traveled by, || ||
 * And that has made all the difference. || ||
 * Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— || ||
 * I took the one less traveled by, || ||
 * And that has made all the difference. || ||

Just to think about the war that we’ve been living in, Americans just giving in. You Gotta Fight!!! For Your Right!!! Like we’re the Beastie Boys, Time for America to stand up and make some noise. We’re dropping bombs in the middle-east, Just to say we’re on the path for world peace? What about the war at home? Where somebody’s neice is in the bathroom with a crack piece. No doubt we’re trying, but where are our priorities? Now we’re worried about whites being minority. Whats wrong with the majority? Theories of conspiracy all from the past We’re not dead yet, but we’re close to half mast. Do it for the seeds that George Washington planted. Do it for all of the USA’s we’ve chanted. We need to stop waking up and taking life for granted.
 * Where Are Our Priorities???**
 * By Austin Strynkowski**

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

 Tom Lamparillo
 * "The Strength To Go On" by Rise Against**

Welcome home While away They have tampered with the locks And your things they rearranged

"We propose a better way" Said the note they left behind In their wake of disarray You fell in place

Don't fall asleep They'll find us here I know a place to disappear As a voice proclaimed

What we are is the sum of 1000 lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are till the day we die Or till we don't have the strength to go on Till we don't have the strength to go on

Let us cry Let us be Let us open up our hearts Without fear of anything

Faith alone Is all we need To traverse this burning bridge Now before it gets too late You claim "it's fine"

But the heart reveals What smiles betray Your sad sad eyes gave you away And don't you know

What we are is the sum of 1000 lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are till the day we die Or till we don't have the strength to go on Till we don't have the strength to go on

Our shoulders bear an awful weight But still we trudge on just the same Our colors run then leave a stain They blacken our once honest name But how can we argue, tell me Over the fury and the fire How many times can we tell you that we Are not like you, we see right through Your poor disguise that fails to fool The wary eye that's trained on you

What we are is the sum of 1000 lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are till the day we die Or till we don't have the strength to go on Till we don't have the strength to go on

What we are is the sum of 1000 lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are till the day we die Or till we don't have the strength to go on Till we don't have the strength to go on Yeah we don't have the strength to go on

by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Young-Sun Song Live thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed Soberer-hued Gold again. All his leaves Fall'n at length, Look, he stands, Trunk and bough Naked strength.

Last week I strip-searched the streets For a soldier poet Struggling to make life rhyme With a bullet-splintered shin And one long 25-to-life knife to the forehead He¹s still alive blind in one eye Rushed from pimp-walk to gimp-walk By a symphony of sirens Heartbeat who-bangin' on his ribcage Only 18-years-of-age Tyler Kashtan
 * Soldier Poet**

**Romance by Edgar Allan Poe Grace Prisco ** Romance, who loves to nod and sing With drowsy head and folded wing Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been—most familiar bird— Taught me my alphabet to say, To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky; And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings, That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away—forbidden things— My heart would feel to be a crime

 Unless it trembled with the strings.

2+2=5 (Hail To The Thief) by Radiohead Steve WIllard Are you such a dreamer To put the world to rights? I'll stay home forever Where two and two always makes a five

I'll lay down the tracks Sandbag and hide January has April's showers And two and two always makes a five

It's the devil's way now There is no way out You can SCREAM and you can shout It is too late now

Because... You have not been!\

A Dream Within A Dream - Edgar Allen Poe

Rachel Irizarry  And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
 * Take this kiss upon the brow!

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? ||
 * __Earth Day__**

I am the Earth //And the Earth is me. Each blade of grass, Each honey tree, Each bit of mud, And stick and stone Is blood and muscle, Skin and bone.

And just as I Need every bit Of me to make My body fit, So Earth needs Grass and stone and tree And things that grow here Naturally.

That's why we Celebrate this day. That's why across The world we say: As long as life, As dear, as free, I am the Earth And the Earth is me.//

//Jane Yolen//
 * //Nicole Mertz//**

**A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe ** Kristin Piccinich

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

The Hope of Loving
Brenda Kerr by: Meister Eckhart What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure? I think it is the hope of loving, or being loved. I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey to find its source, and how the moon wept without her lover’s warm gaze. We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither like fields if someone close does not rain their kindness upon us.