If I Were In Charge Of The World Poem by Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I’d cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.
If I were in charge of the world
There’d be brighter nights lights,
Healthier hamsters, and
Basketball baskets forty eight inches lower.
If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn’t have lonely.
You wouldn’t have clean.
You wouldn’t have bedtimes.
Or ‘Don’t punch your sister.’
You wouldn’t even have sisters.
If I were in charge of the world
A chocolate sundae with whipped cream and nuts would be a vegetable
All 007 movies would be G,
And a person who sometimes forgot to brush,
And sometimes forgot to flush,
Would still be allowed to be
In charge of the world.
I Dream A World Poem by Langston Hughes
I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom’s way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!
After All Poem by Henry Lawson
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.
The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade’s heart, and a tear of pride let fall —
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!
Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame);
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all.
It well may be that I saw too plain, and it may be I was blind;
But I’ll keep my face to the dawning light,
though the devil may stand behind!
Though the devil may stand behind my back, I’ll not see his shadow fall,
But read the signs in the morning stars of a good world after all.
Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl — you have driven the worst away —
The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;
We’ll live for life and the best it brings till our twilight shadows fall;
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl, is a good world after all.
God’s World Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, — Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, — let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Let Peace Prevail In This World……. Poem by Ravi Sathasivam
When you look for peace
then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
When you want to keep peace alive
then you allow white doves to fly over you
When you make peace with others
then the whole world live in your heart
When you let peace be in the world
then you live in wonderful world
When you allow peace flow around the world
then your hateness will go and love will flow
When you open the door for peace
then peace welcome to your lives.
Let the peace prevail in our wonderful world
The Statue Poem by Udiah (witness to Yah)
The story’s told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
And its breast
Did silver shine
And brassness
At lower spine
Now iron did make
The legs so strong
And at its base
Was all made wrong
For it was built
Of miry clay
And reinforced
With iron sway
It stood upon sand
Which did give way
When the base was hit
By a Stone that day
The great image
Built sixty high
Summed three sixes
From its front side
And through it was
Only six wide
It bare the mark
Of beastly pride
But the beast did crumble
And was blown away
Like shaft in the wind
Forever gone to stay
And that Stone hewn
By no man’s hand
Became a Mountain
Forever to stand.
So Many Blood-Lakes Poem by Robinson Jeffers
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and
dependence. We have won two wars and a third is comming.
This one–will not be so easy. We were at ease while the powers of the
world were split into factions: we’ve changed that.
We have enjoyed fine dreams; we have dreamed of unifying the world; we
are unifying it–against us.
Two wars, and they breed a third. Now gaurd the beaches, watch the
north, trust not the dawns. Probe every cloud.
Build power. Fortress America may yet for a long time stand, between the
east and the west, like Byzantium.
–As for me: laugh at me. I agree with you. It is a foolish business to
see the future and screech at it.
One should watch and not speak. And patriotism has run the world through
so many blood-lakes: and we always fall in.
– – My Stella – -54 Poem by Prabir Gayen
My Stella 54
(Occupied with love)
What wilt the world say about our love so unlike the nature?
Let the world anticipate and speak wrong of us,
Let them do what they conceive proper to preach.
We art hymanist and worshipper of heart,
Unclouded is our temperament.
Let the wise preach the song of hearts,
Let the rational debate on love, and
Noetic leaders spread the Canon and divinity.
We art the the priest of love and our hearts art our scripture,
Let us souse into our passionless being with our affection and pain of love.
Useless though we art in the eye of the world,
We wilt make a separate world of us ruled by the office of our love.
Fool may be our dream or our effort,
In the depth of being we art one and always the same.
Heaven wilt grant it as we wilt be beyond the world of words.
A Woman Poem by Konjit Berhane
In the world of Saints
I would have been an Angel.
In the world of Peace
I would have been a Dove.
In the world of Passion
I would have been Love.
In the world of a Prayer
I would have been Praise.
In the world of Science
I would have been a Fact.
In the world of Wars
I would have been a Bullet.
In the world of Technology
I would have been Speed.
In the world of Agriculture
I would have been a Seed.
In the world of Manners
I would have been Politeness.
In the world of Fear.
I would have been Courage.
In the world of Sorrow
I would have been Sympathy.
In the world of Hate
I would have been Melancholy.
In the world of Freedom
I would have been Sovereignty.
In the world of Opportunity
I would have been a Way.
In the world of Solitude
I would have been a Friend to Lean.
In the world of Fashion
I would have been Style.
In the world of Medicine
I would have been a pill.
In the world of Suffering
I would have been an Aid.
In the world of Unexpectation
I would have been Surprise.
In the world of Warship
I would have been Faith.
In the world of Righteousness
I would have been Truth.
In the world of Happiness
I would have been Comfort ‘n Delight.
In the world of Labor
I would have been Tireless.
In the world of Water
I would have been a Fish.
In the world of Land
I would have been a Plant.
In the world of Fortune
I would have been Treasure.
In the world of Education
I would have been a Teacher.
In the world of Seasons
I would have been Spring
In the world of Achievements
I would have been Ideas
In the world of Circus
I would have been Magic.
In the world of Secrets
I would have been a Mystery.
In the world of Ambition
I would have been Dreams.
In the world of Questions
I would have been an Answer.
In the world of Slavery
I would have been liberty.
In the world of recollection
I would have been Sweet Memories
In the world of Theatre
I would have been Comedy.
In the world of Music
I would have been Melody.
In the world of Sorrow
I would have been a Smile.
In the world of the Blind
I would have been an Eye.
In the world of the Deaf
I would have been an Ear.
In the world of Flowers,
I would have been a Rose.
But …
In this world of Mine
Which contains The above ALL
They call me a Being with a Soul.
Generally I am a Species of Human.
Specifically I am a Woman.
YeA a WoMaN.
‘N A Special OnE.
