Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 10-November 10:32:44 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

The Wind Whispers

Contributed by Seikjo on Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 07:41:59 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



The wind whispers my name.
It calls me to the highest peak.
It tells me to fly in the air with wings unclipped.
The wind whispers in pain.
It says: "My children I am dieing and so are you.
I hold what you need most.
My sisters plants are dieing, you cut them down,
and for what?
Cattle?
Why must you kill me, my children why cant you hear my whispers?
Stop this madness and return to what you were before.
Loving, peaceful, and caring.
Return to your former selves.
Return to what you were from so long ago.
Take my advice and do this.
For if you don’t,
I shall die.
And so shall you.”
The wind whispers to us; she wants us to listen.
But we do not hear her, she who created what we need to live.
Soon if we don’t stop we all shall die with her.
Listen to me and the wind, help us restore the earth.
Back to the way it was before, before we created deathly gasses.
Before we made huge cities.
Before we became greedy for metals.
Before we all stole from others.
Before we started to kill our mother air.
Do it now, before we all die,
along side mother air.
Do it now before it is to late.
The wind whispers, to us.
But we are too busy from what we do.
Our greed, lust, deathly gasses, and our hacks and saws.
That cut away at mother earth.
We need mother air and earth to live.
So why do we hurt them so?
The wind whispers: “Help me children…before it is…to…late…”




Copyright © Seikjo ... [ 2004-08-12 19:41:59]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: The Wind Whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 06:33:29 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Nice write...
honey56




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com