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Planet Nowhere

Planet nowhere is a distant place
days pass by without a trace
people scatter to and fro
why they are here
they do not know
what is the purpose of our being
when we are given eyes unseeing

When we are given ears
that hear no sound
yet voices linger all around

Planet nowhere is a lonely place
we are here one day
then leave no trace

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I can feel your frustration in this poem. but I differ in view point. I think that "we" have made a great impact on the planet...in its misuse and destruction...just look to the sky and oceans...it is criminal... and those who could do something about it are too busy tweeting while spouting; "Let's make America great again" sorry I didn't mean to get preachy. I greatly am feeling this poem and it has got me thinking!

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I hear what you are saying and it is true but there are some you would never know they are or were there thanks for the read and comment

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Hi lynn, raw, questionning poem. Mostly, it's the powerful rich who destroy the planet. Earth will continue to exist long after humankind has become extinct. Already nature is reviving, not so us, with this pandemic. It's as if Revelations is upon us, but well, the prediction that our final days have arrived has been made many times, after most plagues, wars, famines, etc.
Your poem is powerful, I can also feel your anger, loneliness and frustrations. Good work, indeed. Best, Gracy

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there are so many of us that are doing the right things and leading our lives with goodness and grace and those are the ones that come and go without being noticed this poem is for them

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two leaned members have commented before...I believe everyone has their own perspective about our planet based on their experience and you have shared your pretty simply...

be well..

raj (sublime_ocean)

thank you this was written for the everyday person that goes on from day to day like yourself and I they are the ones that deserve the notice to coin a term "the common people" John Denver

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You have spoken on behalf of so many. Well said. My mum is one of the forgotten she was a truly wonderful person who would have done anything for anyone without question. X

Thank you...Teddy

thank you for that thought

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