What the Gods gave us
In the beginning, you may not have understood
Why I lay under the tree's shielding arch,
Why I smell the flowers at their best,
Or why I watch the ants march
Over Mother Nature's chest.
You may not have understood
Why I listen to the waterfall's cry
Or watch how the spring sky's hue
would clear the waters eyes and lay it with radiance
As ducklings danced in the warmth
Over Mother Nature's chest.
Nevertheless, as the sun went to rest
And the moon took over the heavens,
A kaleidoscope of stars appeared over our reach
That generations of others had lay beneath.
In its infinite reach, it would light the darkness that surrounded us
As the north wind would sing us to sleep
Oh, how life was wondrous as we rested
Over Mother Nature's chest.
As the leaves fell from their thrones
And the creatures began to hide
The earth painted a mural of life-
Before winter crept once again,
Turning birdsong into slumber
Over Mother Nature's chest.
Despite the paragon of virtuous views
Man created a new bittersweet world out of nature's sight.
Calamities of disasters killed our mother natures land,
Scarring screeches of falling branches echoed across valleys;
Shaven trees cry out in the wind
From agony and vexation
Over man's new land.
The earth's heartbeat dances with the rhythm of a thousand earthquakes
While flames burn higher than the ocean's tide.
What the Gods gave to us was now eliminated
And now it was only
Man’s new land.
About this poem
This poem was inspired by the movement of environmental transformation in the Lake District, England. Living in a rural community that has to be protected from the effects of humanity and the industrialisation of our new world inspired me to write a poem based on my own experience of being surrounded by the modernised world and the change of our natural world.
Written on April 05, 2023
Submitted by wiktoriakchrusciel on January 26, 2024
- 1:28 min read
- 0 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | abcbC axxdxC cxxxxxeC dfxgxC xx hxxgh xfexh |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,454 |
Words | 283 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 6, 8, 6, 2, 5, 5 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"What the Gods gave us" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 5 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/180363/what-the-gods-gave-us>.
Discuss the poem What the Gods gave us with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In