Poems with rhymes of planet

See and meet
On any other planet

Thy deep eyes, a double Planet,
Gaze the wisest into madness
With soft clear fire,--the winds that fan it

They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it
I found it a life full of kindness and bliss;
And, until they can show me some happier planet,

And we, the more we scan it,
The more grow sure your planet,

See the pretty planet!
Floating sphere!
Faintest breeze will fan it

So, I could buy it—
Is it like a Planet?

In star, and orb, and planet,
Where, as it cooled, live germs appeared
In lias, sand, and granite:

Stars may plot in heaven with planet,
Lightning rive the rock of granite,

Sons of the granite,
Strong be our stroke,
Making this planet

So what is life like on this colourful planet?
Forever changing, but, possible to plan it,

Our stream's not so wide but two arches may span it—
Good neighbor and citizen; these for a code,
And this truth in sight,—every man on the planet

on naked feet,
Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the divine fairy wandering in the cosmos; who inundated my senses every unfurling second with all the pleasure and fantasy that existed on this planet.

Made the air to fan it,
Light illumine,
Then put on the planet

glory of the most high someday I'll join with the angels and sing But for now my mind can't comprehend your glory can it
I won't understand you fully until I'm off this planet

Even if you placed the bumble bee in the venomously cynical rattlers den; it
still wouldn't lose an ethereal trifle of its unbelievably insuperable sweetness; the celestial cisterns of eternal honey with which it harmoniously coalesced the entire estranged planet,

Please irrefutably ensure O! Celestial Lord; that whenever my conscience opened; it liberated something which was the most unimpeachable apogee of truth; it
liberated something which was undauntedly new; it liberated something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this fantastically inscrutable planet.

Is rampant on this planet,
Through chaos and confusion,
The wretched do commit

Don't paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon and pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your wickedly bohemian feet,
Don't fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed breath; polluting the symbiotically functioning planet,

An envelope of pitch dark cosmos surrounds it,
Its blessed with a virtue of blatant intimacy,
Staying united amidst a constellation of planet,

Last days on planet
Complete them rather
Than forego it