Question

I need a poem about the earth free verse fast please

Answer 1

Earth, a machine. Round big and mean. This machine is breaking down because of me. Because of Me, and you, and all of the others that live here. Earth sees it all, and hopes it'll all disappear. She's seen the racial injustice, the protests on the streets. She has seen all of this. All of the tears she weeped. She has felt global warming, all because of me. Because of me, and you, and all of the others who live here. Why are we doing this, to our machine, or home. Soon we´ll be all alone. Without earth by our side. If we continue to destroy our machine. Thank you

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Answer 2

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, ‘Move Eastward, Happy Earth’.

Move eastward, happy earth, and leave

Your orange sunset waning slow;

From fringes of the faded eve,

O, happy planet, eastward go;

Till over thy dark shoulder glow

Thy silver sister-world, and rise

To glass herself in dewy eyes

That watch me from the glen below.

LITERATURE

10 of the Best Poems about Planet Earth

Selected by Dr Oliver Tearle

Although poets have sometimes reached for the stars, for the moon, or for outer space and other planets, many have also written powerfully about what our own planet, Earth, is like. Below, we introduce ten of our favourite poems about planet Earth, the world we all know, but experience in very different ways.

Margaret Cavendish, ‘Of Many Worlds in This World’.

Just like as in a nest of boxes round,

Degrees of sizes in each box are found.

So, in this world, may many others be

Thinner and less, and less still by degree …

So begins this poem from the remarkable seventeenth-century writer and scientist Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle-upon-Tyne (1623-73), which captures the century’s vogue for scientific discovery and exploration (including Robert Hooke’s early work with microscopes), and reminds us that – in scientific but also social circles – our own vast world contains many smaller ‘worlds’.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, ‘Move Eastward, Happy Earth’.

Many poets have written poems about the sunset, but here, Tennyson (1809-92) pays as much attention to planet Earth as he does to the waning sun. The poem is short enough to quote in full here:

Move eastward, happy earth, and leave

Your orange sunset waning slow;

From fringes of the faded eve,

O, happy planet, eastward go;

Till over thy dark shoulder glow

Thy silver sister-world, and rise

To glass herself in dewy eyes

That watch me from the glen below.

Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly born,

Dip forward under starry light,

And move me to my marriage-morn,

And round again to happy night

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