Environment Poems | Examples of Environment Poetry

I have seen a lot in this life, The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist, I have seen a lot in this life, That which my mouth cannot explain. Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen, What is it you saw that Troubles you, Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness, Tell us Mr. Ekemezie...

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ADAM LEGACY 4 A planet that was full of bountiful resources Destroyed by the ones chosen to care for it A darkness decended upon it named greed Man didn't realise that he hunger for poison Layer by layer, he scraped by what was healthy Even the food that was found very unhealthy Gold and all kinds of precious weren't edible After...

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Mid-winter down south, Climbing roses need pruning. Blooms faded like youth..........

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As I rise, The moon falls The wind settles The lake follows The sand shimmers The earth softens The stars dampen and The buildings brighten, A tree houses A bird swooshes A flower opens A fish swims A weed dances A squirrel eats and A duck dips, A man hurries to work A woman runs on the boardwalk A grandfather grabs the paper A boy hides from me A girl giggles on the...

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Wild streams of rushing hues daub black ink smudge skies fireballing ambience stuns night peepers dazed eyes blazing forest scorched shades mute charcoal moon’s deep cries...

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Let a child’s gleaming face be that kaleidoscope, of blue sea pearl ripples, spreading green tides of hope, to dry land hearts in drought needing tot’s tears to cope...

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The alpha males stand at the precipice of power each attempting to prove They are the greatest Resting on the backs of stupidity a nuclear war one percent chance of total annihilation of life on the planet As we destroy our ecological systems ninety-nine percent of the world dying from nuclear radiation and the direct...

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the desert is mystically alluring at sunset, looking docile and safe few sights are as gorgeous as her evening skies of oranges and pinks those who know, do not venture out after dark for the desert is like a dangerous woman who looks unassuming but is anything but in the crooks and crevices of sand dunes and cacti there are...

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chocolate-cracked earth sizzling Stygian summer ~ lizard on a stick (July Full Moon – Native American) ...

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A void within me calls wanting only what I've never had, but I've always seen. The taste of a possession so illegal, It's to die for. as literal and figurative as the jaws of the idea itself surrounding and consuming me. Oh, I've seen it. The ecstasy of true bliss multiplied only their best moments. The promise of nostalgia and a feeling of home. An easiness...

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Swirling smoke and tobacco cheeks; leave no glass on the patio. Plastic water bottle filled to the gills with butts. children don’t care - off in their own world. generation gap is apparent as one grows old. Young will carry on. What will the world be? I breathe, I sigh, I hold my breath; eventually, I inhale secondhand smoke, and try to reach, teach, inspire these kids, but I...

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What if our planet is sentient In ways we don’t understand And we by out actions have Upset events it had planned, Brought forward change By hacking down the trees, And Interfering in many ways That just didn't please. On a body the size of a planet We are just like irritant fleas, Or maybe to be considered As an invasive skin disease. Perhaps a period...

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I gaze at sun drenched mists deliriously stunned by rippling echos of wistful sand dune swirl grains where spring flames shed twilight on love’s quaint misty shore...

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Today I have no counsel. No mouthpiece carved from conscience, no briefcase of softened truths, no evidence to prove innocence. Just me— the accused, standing in the ribcage of a collapsing courtroom, where the gavel echoes like a gunshot in a cathedral. But I will speak in a voice stitched from landfill smoke and the static of forgotten warnings. Because this is about honour....

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