Pollution Water Poems | Pollution Poems About Water
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Essence of salt and waves crashing
The World of the Sea has a heart
Careful not to offend thee ~
The spills of oil , nuclear waste
Drilling and mistakes,
Man infused sewage and waste
The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given
The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy
What have we done to create this disharmony
It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken
We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath ,
The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries
This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook
God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.
The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.
Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
I've a million things to do today:
Like save the world, and cure the sick,
Feed the starved, and free the Slaves-
Sustain the Poor, my stars predict!
A home for all, the naked clothed,
And make the water clean to drink
I bring them Peace, and save their Soul;
I do, I do! Just ask my Shrink!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
from polluted hands
River still singing
still running strong
but as insults given
by bystanders on the shore
is the vomit
of our carelessness.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Copyright © Marcela Villar M | Year Posted 2015