Best Bulldozers Poems
Angelica
curiously peering over a cloud
Angelica stepped a bit too far
wings fluttered and disappeared
stolen by jealous demons below
angel flying too close to the ground
leaving the harmony of heaven
sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
landing gracefully on soft soil
Angelica hears the bulldozers
weapons of environmental destruction
sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
curiosity beckons as water reflects her image
her lost wings still reflect in the pond
seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
even water lilies envy her beauty
captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
immersed in an image of herself
in God’s light all angels appear the same
bright beams to welcome new souls
fly again she will
bubbles of hope spring forth
Earthbound for but a brief time
cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian
halo of comfort surrounds
Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
sparkling water caresses warm lips
her kiss renews Earth’s freshness
other angels transparent in sunlight
bestow a new set of wings
mission accomplished, they escort her home
once again she revels in heaven’s light
For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
bulldozers, faith, hope, naturewater, water,
Form:
Free verse
While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas
Engines roar, to drown our ears in echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched out holes, and broken trees
The big top guns...ravage earth, then run
Dinosaurs that raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
As gophers rampaging through halls, bereft
are forcing nature's giants to their knees
Place by place destruction of the land
And while the green world grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presense is someday done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, then abandons one and all..
Who will mourn, who will recall?
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Categories:
bulldozers, business, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I'm writing this poem in the last days of 2018. The government of the United States is shut down in a fight over the building of a border wall. I am reminded of another border wall that was erected during my lifetime.
In 1961, East Germany built a wall
Of concrete, barbed wire, and steel
Ninety-six miles around East Berlin
At the cost of a bit less than four million dollars
And a bit more than 200 lives.
Intended to stem the flood of East Germans
Seeking freedom to prosper in the West.
A young and inexperienced President Kennedy
Didn't comprehend why East Germany
Needed a concrete wall
When it already had
An Iron Curtain.
In 1989 the Berlin wall was torn down in a frenzy
Of sledge hammers and bulldozers.
Only remnants of it now remain - mostly in museums.
East Germans celebrated and rebuilt their lives.
The reunited Germany flourished
And joined other nations in a united European future.
Why do we think that our wall will have a different legacy?
Categories:
bulldozers, america, freedom, history, political,
Form:
Blank verse
We see but grey where once was green
As bulldozers now scrape,
Turning a joyful rural scene
Into joyless landscape.
The area was green-belt land
With forest and pasture
But as our numbers still expand
We will invade nature.
And so that farmland must give way
To high profit housing.
Farming that land has had its day.
Let the plunder begin.
First rip up each ancient hedgerow,
Take living loam away.
Make space for luxury homes to go.
The wildlife then must stray.
Nests and burrows can play no part
As man now owns this space.
The construction work now can start
And big profits then chase.
Soon building projects in full swing.
The stream that filled the pond
Diverted to concrete piping
In culvert underground.
Aquatic habitats destroyed.
Frogs, toads and newts homeless.
Many wildlife species now void.
But man could not care less.
Categories:
bulldozers, animal, environment, nature,
Form:
Ballad
Staunch, spine straight as a flagpole
Chin tucked into neckfolds of flesh
Face itch, lips blubber incessantly...
Hips thrust forward... twin bulldozers
Life expectancy, a speck in a sandstorm
Rows of medals under gray sash, Iraq
Categories:
bulldozers, anxiety, mental illness, pride,
Form:
Free verse
THE MODERN VEHICLES LIKE CAR, SHIP AND TRAIN,
BULLDOZERS, TRUCK AND CRANE,
AND ALL OTHER EXPERIMENTS THAT WENT IN VAIN,
ARE HARMING THE ENVIRONMENT
FOR THE SAKE OF DEVELOPMENT.
WE SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT,
WHEN THIS DEVELOPMENT WAS BROUGHT.
BUT STILL THERE IS TIME
TO STOP THIS UNFORGIVABLE CRIME.
GLACIERS ARE MELTING,
WHICH WILL LEAVE YOU LAMENTING.
MANY ANIMALS LIVE IN THE GLACIERS AND SNOW,
AFTER THE GLACIERS MELT, WHERE WILL THEY GO?
PENGUINS, SEALS, WALRUS AND BEAR,
PLEASE SAVE THEM, OH MY DEAR!
DUE TO INDUSTRIALISATION,
THE PROBLEM THAT INCREASES IS POLLUTION,
TO WHICH GREENERY IS A SOLUTION.
GOD IS NATURE’S CREATOR,
AND WE ARE IT CARETAKER!
Categories:
bulldozers, environment, pollution,
Form:
Rhyme
Rainforest Blues
flora and fauna,
rainforest teeming with life -
hungry bulldozers
Categories:
bulldozers, animal, earth, environment, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The lollipop lady and laborer,
Driving to work we can see who it is.
In bright fluoro orange and yellow
Retro reflective people wearing high vis.
There’s vests and jackets and singlets and bibs,
Worn by these people like a fashion design.
Drivers of forklifts, bulldozers and utes,
For safety all day and night time.
Every worksite embraced this vogue of a trend
Begun years ago by a single fire fighter.
Years ago when people just wore normal stuff
But now we all appear brighter.
Call me old fashioned, I like normal work gear
Denim jeans, overalls or blue tops.
Covered in grease or mud you could see
They look good in the mechanic workshops.
But alas we live in an age where we’re blind
To what’s aesthetic, beautiful and nice.
Replaced with high intensive colors of vivid,
We evolved to walking flash lights.
Categories:
bulldozers, clothes, color, fashion, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
I fly in the sky
I swim in the sea
I sleep in the night
And in the trees I live
The forest once was my home
That I always cherished
For me and every one
Who lived on this beautiful heaven?
Coming into the flame of fire
Together with my family
Helps me to remember and tell to all
That has caused the dead of all?
Came five days ago
Three to four men
With something in there mind known as the plan
To destroy what was known as our home
Came few men
After few days
To destroy us all together with the forest
To clear the land
They lighted the fire
They parked some big bulldozers
To clear the trees and removes the stones
After everything is burnt by the flames of the fire
Together with my family
Praying to the god as one
To forgive our sin
And tell the reason for this everything
Nothing I heard from up
But something from down
As few men said
For the development, let happen this destruction
Categories:
bulldozers, animal, death, education, family,
Form:
Narrative
The tangled vines of green tree limbs swing back and forth
as the tallest trees compete to out-shadow one another,
and yellow tigers crouch behind bushes wait for their prey to come along
and bite down on soft necks, the crake of bones- one second a cold meal
served on the long grassy earth of my deep heart.
Those tigresses prowl up and down the jungle plans
as the violets of the sun shine bright and violently-
as the birds sing song in skies so blue
my tired eyes have lost trace of those yellow tigresses
and that one big lion.
I prowl along the green covered roads,
hands in my pockets,
waiting for something-something, something-
but nothing, or no one or anything or anyone
comes or goes or comes;
and I sit and I wait on a bounded rock
waiting and waiting and waiting.
YET- those dreaded yellow tigresses never come, they never come,
and I have lost trust in those birds that fly high and sing songs-tweet-tweet.
Nor do I the sun, or the reflection of the silver laced moon,
not even a single twinkle of a small star-
nothing, nothing, nothing.
Never did I sit so long on that grey, bounded rock nailed to the floor of the green jungle
of my heart.
Love was eating up long ago by one or two of those yellow tigresses,
and I know it- oh yes I know it,
yet I stay, yet I stay and I wait- wait for something good.
as the jungle starts to burn down by men in orange hard hats
and bulldozers, I still sit,
and I wait- dedication for something out of the ordinary, I still wait,
for I promised someone, someone near and dear to myself,
and promise so near to the heart- that it cannot be broken (and I don't break promises)
So I wait- and if I shall die in this jungle of my heart- alone,
then so be it,
as long as I never break that promise.
Then may those yellow tigresses have their way with my body.
.2.23.2014.
Categories:
bulldozers, beautiful, deep, how i
Form:
Free verse
Wrote this about the inhumanity of man and corporate progress.
The mowing was stopped by the frog on the hop
The frog in the grass, so the mowing did stop
The privets well, they just grew and grew
I don't break birds eggs and no chicks do I kill
The digging did stop when a worm I did see
Worms look best whole, don't you agree
This is just Scott's philosophy
Wild life is sacred, well its sacred to me
But the men with bulldozers, they don't give a damn
When they build their new slip road across the farm land
The seventeen oak trees they sawed to the floor
The chicks and the birds eggs, well they were no more
Its illegal to kill chicks if you know they are there
But the construction officials, they do not care
The road has to go where it says on the charts
So they slaughter the wildlife. The men with no hearts
Categories:
bulldozers, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
They came as dawn's fresh light fell upon the land.
With their hard hats and high viz jackets.
Busy men clamour and plot,
Measure and scratch,
Cigarette smoke floats up high.
They never told me.
Bulldozers and diggers,
In splattered yellow overcoats,
Sit patiently for ignition.
Waiting to devour.
They never told me.
Angry Chainsaws roar,
Felling arthritic trees
That tumble silently.
Only homeless jackdaws,
Screech resistance.
But why didn't they tell me?
Maybe they don't know,
That I was once emperor of these woods.
The tycoon of rickety treehouses,
Whose Kingdom stretched for acre and a half.
Are they unaware of our imperialist acorn
Wars,
And slingshot invasions,
That lasted to tea time,
Or until a ice cream van
Rolled down the road,
Where's Clint Eastwood when you need him,
He would ride in on his trusty mare
With guns ablazeing,
And rapidly put an end to this unfurling travesty.
By this time next week my childhood memories,
Will be erased, buried beneath tarmac and
White lines
Terminally extinct, so stressed out shoppers
Can get their trollies
To the shops at least five minutes quicker.
Categories:
bulldozers, childhood, social,
Form:
Elegy
Bird
Flying
Above Trees
In the grave yard
Hark! That Black Jumbie Bird knows what’s lying there.
First the Blue and then the White, SCRATCH the next
“Hurry home all
Bulldozers
Coming
Now
Line bottom
With Concrete,
For extra pay.
Will there be in a SHEET as some cultures do?
Categories:
bulldozers, analogy, bereavement, blue, death,
Form:
Tetractys
~THE OLD HOUSE ON HOOVER STREET~
There it sat empty and sad
Windows shattered and the bottom one boarded up
There it sat helpless and alone
No one there to protect its contents
A shabby two story on one of the most sinful streets in these parts
A dilapidated shack with its heart ripped out
Who dare go there now but demons and bats?
Why would anyone want to step foot into this hell hole of a trap?
Bring the bulldozers in I say!
Bull doze this bad memory of someone’s life!
Rats are scampering about on its main floor
Bulldoze the pain of this once old house
Allow someone to rebuild another with a fresh new dream
Gwendolen Rix
9-1-14
Categories:
bulldozers, absence, eulogy, poverty,
Form:
Elegy
The foliage unruffled, the tree trunks utterly baffled
The reign of darkness all along
A nightly hoot of owl, the occasional growl
Of a tiger bold and strong
The silence of night, the crescent moon’s light
A play of light and dark
The serene nature sleeps a strange fever creeps
The homebound wings of a lark
An eerie silence reigns in the forest now.
A few huts of people living in this forest
Can be seen at the distance. The faint light spilled
Through the roofs is busy in hiding its scantiness;
Though darkness and silence of the forest are extending
A sympathetic hand to it. A baby cries, its mother cradles
The new-found affection gently, gently, it is bound to be
Lulled into sleep whereas all the leaping flames
Circle the mother and baby in an enchanted dance
The morning glows in stranger shine. The ferny floor
All teeming with greedy shadows; the day shows the door
Of immeasurable wealth; they tread invisible ways
To usurpation, primitive hands fail to prevent
Modern cormorants and voracious sharks in complete sway
Timeline
Corpses of trees mutilated arms, legs and breasts bear proof to genocide
Timeline
Huge bulldozers mechanical drone flourish of contemptuous tide
Timeline
Herds of cattle lead an impeccable people’s exodus
Timeline
The forest relegates into history, a state-of-the art mall shows its class
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Timeline
Categories:
bulldozers, earth, environment,
Form:
Ballad