Poetry

No one knows the lyrics to Bila. That has been a Pittsburgh mystery since 1961.

I don't know of any official poems on the nitrogen cycle, but I made this up really quickly.

Nitrogen floats around the atmosphere,

Then falls from the sky in rain that's clear

it goes to the sewer

then it turns to manure

then returns to plants for animals near.

It would be a pretty basic version of the nitrogen cycle, but nothing rhymes with any types of nitrogen-fixing bacteria.

It's a hopeful poem. Not exactly happy one but rather than discussing on the note of happiness ppl should think of its vision. I feel in my bones that the poem is optimistic as the speaker believes one day ppl will be able to unite in the garlend of international brotherhood though there r a number of challenges to be faced on this regard. If we isolate hopefulness from there the poem remains just a sad one. Lets paint a world of happiness with the brush of hopefulness.

Nichols wrote 'for forest' about this secrets that are hidden within and the inner beauty that only chosen people get to see. It is how we must save the forest but let the forest save us first.

In 2001, the NEAR-Shoemaker space probe became the first unmanned probe to soft-land on an asteroid, although it was primarily designed to do its studies from orbit.

Launched in 1996, it orbited the near-Earth asteroid 433 Eros for about a year, and in February 2001 used the last of its propellant to soft-land on the asteroid. Since it was undamaged, it continued to perform surface studies until it was shut down, about two weeks later.

For in and out, above, about, below,

'Tis nothing but a magic shadow show,

Played in a box whose candle is the Sun

Round which we phantom figures come and go.

(It's a quatrain from Omar Khayyam's The Rubaiyat)

from which site can take out the poem

I'm not aware of a specific poem titled "4 o'clock Friday." It could be the work of any poet who has written on the theme of time or days of the week. It would be helpful to provide more context or details for a more accurate answer.

The snowdrop is the very first of all the flowers that grow - to push its fluffy snow white head Above the pure white snow. From memory only (1959 ) and I can't remember any more. Surprisingly can't find it anywhere on the internet.

Vikram Seth is best known for his epic novel in verse, "The Golden Gate," which was published in 1986. This work is a significant contribution to English poetry due to its exploration of contemporary themes through a unique and challenging poetic form, the sonnet. Seth's blending of storytelling and poetry has had a lasting impact on the genre.

The theme of "Geography Lessons" by Zulfikar Ghose revolves around the exploration of identity, displacement, and the impact of colonialism on individuals and their sense of belonging to a place. Through the speaker's reflections on their homeland and experiences of traveling, the poem delves into themes of cultural alienation and the search for a true sense of self.

An example of meter in poetry is iambic pentameter, which consists of lines with five feet, each foot containing an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. Shakespeare's plays and sonnets often use this metrical pattern.

Granite from a quarry in a poem can symbolize strength, durability, and resilience. It can represent the enduring qualities of nature and serve as a metaphor for the unyielding spirit of perseverance and fortitude. Additionally, it may evoke themes of hard work, extraction, and transformation.

In general, yes. It's a real person's name, so as long as your poem isn't copying the lyrics of the Beatles' song then there should not be an issue.

However, you should probably avoid it, because it's the title of a famous song by the Beatles and that's all anyone will think of when they read it.

Rain softly falls from the sky, Snow blankets the ground so white, Sleet tinkles its icy lullaby, Hail drums a staccato beat in the night.

The offspring of a cross between organisms with the genotypes AaBb and AaBb would be referred to as a dihybrid cross, focusing on two different gene pairs (A/a and B/b) segregating independently. The resulting offspring would have a genotype ratio of 9:3:3:1 in a typical Mendelian inheritance pattern.

You can right about the seasons and right how the weather changes like the hot weather in summer makes me think of sitting on my porch with a ice cold glass of lemonade or for winter you can write the freezing weather makes me want to sit wrapped in a blanket next to a fire with some hot coca... hope that helps

Global warming - is going on.

Environmental geography - such as pollution.

Oasis - wet points in dry areas

Glaciers - are being melted by global warming.

Rivers - are crucial to the water cycle

Air - is all around us

Physical geography - such as earthquakes.

Human geography - what our lifestyle is like.

Yardang - a ridge of rock in a dry area

Hatred, as is stated repeatedly in the poem. The hatred between the narrator and the enemy produce fireworks of rage.

Some answers that start with meter are... meteorologist, metered and meters. I hope you like answers.

1. K now the units, gram and meter, I nclude Celsius and liter. L earn the prefixes, from kilo to milli, O h, how the metric system is so nifty!

2. M etric system, so logical and clean, E very measurement in between. T otally prefixes make it oh so clear, R amps up calculations, no more fear!

1. "The Plant Poems: Windows on the Seasons" by Michele Leggott
2. "The Tree" by James K. Baxter
3. "Gumtree" by Annabel Hawkins
4. "Ko te ingoa o te pātene rākau" (The Name of the Tree) by Hone Tuwhare

evil scheming chemisists liquid running through their hands mixing potions left and right until they make a FRIGHT!!! i came up with this on whim. just having fun. weee! ---- Here's a couple of little cautionary tales I recall reading in chemistry class a long time ago: A green little chemist
On a green little day
Mixed a green little potion
In a green little way

Now the green little grasses
Gently wave
Over the green little chemist's
Green little grave Willy was a chemist
Now Willy is no more
For what he thought was H2O
Was H2SO4