Old and New

this is a poem with a message

Read another story

Like the ones that have been told

By the people who lived life

Creating worlds of old

 

Imagining their eyes

As they mist upon the works

Tears  fall on black and white

Blood flows between each word

 

The poets and the versifiers

Songwriters and the bards

Pull from mans emotion,

Wisdom, hate and love

 

 

We’ve taken from the Earth

All we needed to survive

We’ve written of its beauty

But ignored it’s wounded side

 

Careless, we proceeded

And used more than our share

We're destroying all its glory

Without a thought or care

 

Write another story

While we still have ink and pen

A story about days to come

Can we begin again?

 

Basking in the beauty

Of a world so newly sown

Tell a tale that ends in us

Preserving our lone home

 

 

Author's Note

This is a small sample of my poetry. I will post excerpts from my books also at a later date

Reviews

[Windy]

WOW, I love this, going in my favorites. It is SOOOOO true and so sad, we will all be living in a "concrete jungle" before long I fear. What has been done to nature, cutting down all the trees, clearing green grass for roads, it's just sad. What will the generations to come have to look forward to? Will they even know at one time there were beautiful forest, clear water etc... I can see why you are being published, good work here. ;)

[Carole]

Very thought provoking write, Nancy! I love your use of words in this and the imagery is enamoring...

Imagining their eyes

As they mist upon the works

Tears fall on black and white

Blood flows between each word

You are a joy to read. Tell me more about your book when you have time! ? :-) Carole

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Very nicely written. So many spoke about mankind, which is what I was looking for. But the eart his another subject that mankind is destroying. Lovely write. Thanks for entering my contest. Good Luck.

[Samuel Dickens]

A message I can relate to. I hope foolish mankind has not gone too far already. Indeed, we're good at taking, but lousy at paying back. A very good poem, Nancy.