There was once a girl who held a flower.
She held the flower tight against her chest
smiling for the flash of a camera her father held.
The little girls face was alight with happiness,
forever captured in the sound of that tiny click.
Years later, who was she to know-
that everything, and nothing-
would be the same.
Time went on and people stopped
caring about eachother and the world.
More and more they burned themselves-
killing everything beautiful with their greed.
They cut down the ancient, giant forests.
They ate the skins of their brothers and sister-
all for a few more peices of gold-
a few more notches up on the ladder
of everything material and wanted.
The little girl stopped caring about flowers-
about the animals the sun the moon and the stars.
She grew up, and moved away from the earth and the air.
She moved to forests of concrete,
and lived beneath skies of glass and metal.
Instead of sitting in grass,
she sat in polyester and plastic.
The little girl forgot the fields,
for the fields were slowly being destroyed
for too much radiation is bad for Mother Earth.
The little girl forgot the big blue sky,
for the smog from the factories she had built-
became her new open air.
Eventually, we will all forget the color of grass-
of leaves on the trees in the spring.
For eventually, there will be no plants and animals and we.
For we are destroying ourselves,
peice by peice-
for the sake of our greed.
A contest entry
- Global Warming? Voice it here. by Icedflamez112.
450 points, ended May 1, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Earth Day by chihuahuadog1992.
375 points, ended May 13, 2007, 10 entries
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525 points, ended September 6, 2007, 15 entries
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A fantastic entry that is full of the truth of our ways. We are forgetting, and that is such a deep sadness. Thank you for the wonderful entry.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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A beautiful poem.
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this poem paints a picture of a barren wasteland in my mind. I want to thank you for the creative effort you put into this piece, and wish you luck in the contest.
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i love the imagery too!!
and what tick me most was
"They ate the skins of their brothers and sister-"
that might happen! omg...i sound like a paranoid
very relaxing write and in the same time with message embed to it, love it!
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Great write! Amazing imagery! I really enjoyed this!
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