Pollution Water Poems | Pollution Poems About Water

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Details | Free verse |

Heart of the Sea

           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



Details | Rhyme |

Why all this Destructions

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

Details | Rhyme |

To Do List

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



Details | Free verse |

Murky

Carrying disturbing 
rubbish
from polluted hands


River still singing
Life
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

Details | Quatrain |

City

The City makes me work for them.
Time to sort my trash.
And then they tell me "Rinse it off",
they charge the bill for cash.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

POLLUTION

                                           Pollution

        The human race of all color's white, brown, yellow, and black we are all at fault.
. look at what we have done to our earth we
         live on.
       
        Motor cars and factories filling our skies with smoke and smug, 
        There is pollution everywhere
       
         There is pollution in our waters and pollution in our steams there's 
         even pollution in that water we are drinking.
         There is pollution in our sky and in our air wake up people doesn't
         anyone care.
         
          Look up into the sky you can see the smug and smoke it's 
         a wonder we all don't croak 
         
          Pollution, pollution what are we going to do? 
         If we don't act on this we are  all going to pay for it somehow 
         real soon all going to be doomed
           
         Let's pick up our litter and stop poisoning our grounds 
         let's work on a solution for our air we breathe and the water we 
         need
         wouldn't it be nice to take pollution out of our vocabulary?



Copyright © Melinda Olinger | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Pure Filth

When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one look at the quagmire,
sniff the stench fouled air, and walk away.
The channels are long blocked.
The drains are long broken.
So a freed, unmanaged, unmanacled nature;
binges on the anarchy of liberation,
brewing a brackish broth of sweet stagnation.

Children are warned to stay away
from the deadly, dangerous, disease 
ridden slough.
Lest the Knucker Dragon, swamp devil,
swallow them whole.
Bulrushes,
point brown accusing fingers to the sky,
blaming the heavens for their 
muddied becoming and placement.
Blood worm larvae,
orphaned Fly Nymphs,
ravenous in the root and stem of grasses;
greedily gorge without discrimination,
where cannibal repast; is often a relation.

Herons, are shadows that pass over,
heading for the cleaner waters below.
Snipe scutter
in the soft mire, poking for grubs.
Busily burying beaks in the 
flowering Bogbean, and Hogweed: 
Yellow Flag Iris,
and Ragged Robin,
rampantly roar a rich cacophony of colour.
Beady eyed, scruffy small,
fat water vole.
Mining leerdammer labyrinths in the banks,
faring fine on favoured vegetation,
prosperously multiply in stinking habitation.

Copyright © David Hazell | Year Posted 2017