Burning down (Tale of a dying forest)

by isabel   Jun 23, 2007


(note on context:
it portraits the situation in Portugal, last summer, when our prime minister went on holidays, while our forests were on fire...)

The fire is burning their skin
Endless torture, endless sin
Endless misery and pain
Carbon dioxide shall remain

No respect for ye old trees
His own pleasure, what he sees
We all die because of thee
How unfair this life can be

Leaves are burning on the ground
We all fall, without a sound
We can't cry and we can't moan
We are lost, we are alone

Why must burning be our fate?
Why can't forests have their faith?
Flowers whisper a last word
No belief... A cruel world

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  • 15 years ago

    by Brittany C

    Very good poem it was sad but true. The wording was great and let out great emotion. I love trees and well that kind of thing happens to them to often. If there no being cut down there is a wild fire consuming them. I gave this poem a 5/5.

  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This poem reflects on the unforgivng horror of natural or man made disaster Very well written
    5>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

  • 16 years ago

    by PlasticSmile

    "Leaves are burning on the ground
    We all fall, without a sound
    We can't cry and we can't moan
    We are lost, we are alone"

    I love this stanza, the flow is amazing and you can picture what is happening.

    "Why must burning be our fate?
    Why can't forests have their faith?
    Flowers whisper a last word
    No belief... A cruel world"

    I like this stanza but it appears as though you ended the poem too soon. The flow in this stanza is more choppy compared to the rest of the poem.

    All in all, a poem filled with true emotion and power. A strong message is in this poem and I think you have some great talent. Please keep writing, I'd love to read more.

    xo

  • 16 years ago

    by SilentSuicide

    I can see the buring forest, carless people destroying it...you speak such powerful words.

  • 17 years ago

    by Aaron Deevers

    You can erase the one with; this line and this one, put it on the wrong poem of yours, sorry.

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