My aircraft landed on a soft bunch of needles,
that sang and danced and made me feel sort of feeble
though when I stepped out I knew it was not lethal
because the earthlings were flying on it like Martian beetles.
I hid in the buzzing tower by the pool of hydrozis
while the earthlings swapped each others bacteriosis
they seemed to be in a some sort of emotional hypnosis
when they looked at each other like they were no one else's.
I wanted to feel that sort of a sensation
so I decided to look the world for that temptation
to look into someone's eyes with that sort of concentration
but first I had to start my earth preparation.
I found a steel box vehicle like they taught me in training
but when I touched it it began complaining,
so I floated away and soon noticed what the sky had been absorbing
now came down, furiously pouring.
It felt as if my body was leaking
and I noticed that the earthlings started seeing,
what was among them, my own being
which is where I started fleeing.
I then found a place to hide,
a dark, snug place with no air inside
and thought of the rules that I must abide
but not wanting to go back without someone by my side.
What was within me, constantly growing?
It felt like a knot, biting and crawling!
Am I ill or just longing?
Longing for the earthling bonding.
I then realized that I had found what I had been searching for
a new revelation to revive our core,
because us Martians had forgotten our emotions and more
I had to spread what I had learned so I rushed through the door.
I ran into my aircraft with a queer sensation,
as I looked at the earth full of colors and vibrations.
I had now remembered what once was lost in translation,
that life is missing without love and admiration.
Excellent! Beauty and Talent magically blended in this well crafted and thought provoking write! Awesome! Congratulations and WELCOME to the Poetry World! This your first poem is fantastic and impressive! 10+++ Thank you and keep it up! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City
Wow very imaginative great sense of imagery and well written, Great write.
do you work on heaven for you look much likr heavan workers invite alec latha on facebook then well talk abt the martian exp.
its like reading an ancient comical modernized by the illusions of love...a well crafted piece
Good imagination. Thanks for the note. 'that life is missing without love and admiration.' Got the message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very unusual poem Anna, which I liked.