Best Climate Poems
Dear humans, do you read me, I live in space,
Merely a being, sent by God, I'm all over the place.
I circle the world, live among debris,
You leave behind, you ruined your planet,
Now you want to go to Mars, so that you can
Pollute that planet in a few thousand years,
I have shed enough tears,
A millennium has gone by, and yet my fears,
Are much the same, not only the land you destroy,
But what of your beautiful oceans, you have caused
Global destruction, ice is melting, oceans rising
Lands worldwide are drowning, farms are flooding,
Mudslides send houses into never-never land,
We must do something, you all say the same,
Well do it.
Have you absolutely lost your sanity,
Your complete mentality in irreversible totality,
First think of your ocean life, ban plastic bags,
Deforestation must stop, this must be immediate
All trees are life giving, sustaining an all encompassing
Balance, animals lose their forests and move into
Suburbs, confused, looking for food.
You overpopulate,
Why three or four children, be grateful have one
Others so sad, as they have none.
Unemployment on the rise,
The poor have no chance of winning first prize.
You have brought about division between
Colors, creeds and nations, stop it, we are all
Brothers and sisters, please help the poor
Who come to ask for food at your door
Disparity of wealth crazy, billionaires now more
Than before, whilst the poor live under bridges
Or scavenge in garbage, shame on us, shame on us,
Shame on our governments, access to water is
Humanitarian, all should have access.
I therefore beseech you to do the right thing, be kind,
Be mindful, allow love to seep into your heart,
Don't risk becoming an inevitable mortal fatality,
Nurture your planets ozone deficiency, begin,
with healing your unhinged mental capacity
The beginning starts with you,
But of course, that you knew.
Our problems all began with the industrial revolution
And its legacy has left us with toxic pollution.
Climate change is real and been declared a code red
And if we chose to ignore it, we'll all end up dead.
It's not a new problem, they've been saying it for years
Driven by greed and profit now there will be tears.
Ice caps are melting, I'm sure you already know
And soon the polar bears will have nowhere to go.
Sea and river levels are a worry as they continue to rise
Houses and cars swept away before our very eyes.
Wildfires are quite common now the air is so dry
Many people lose their homes, sadly many of them die.
Not forgetting wildlife, they too perish in the flames
Insurance firms kept busy with thousands of claims.
Our vast oceans too have become a dumping ground
With oil slicks and plastics, just some of the things found.
We burn fossil fuels that release carbon to keep us warm
Now we must find an alternative that wont cause us harm.
Pesticides sprayed on crops with no thought for the bees
Forests cut down ruthlessly, soon there will be no trees.
Action is needed now, they know what's needed to be done
Because when it gets worse there will be nowhere to run.
In the distant future an apocalyptic waste land will be
And all because of mankinds greed and his own stupidity.
Every country must play its part, not just one or two
And every individual on earth that's me and you.
Dinosaurs roamed earth and disappeared mysteriously
And here we all are creating our own catastrophe.
And the many idiots out there who think it's a big joke
They won't find it so funny when they're choking on smoke.
Written 13th August 2021
warmth from His presence
thaws the coldest heart of stone-
winter becomes spring
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
Humidity
I called my love on the phone, to say hi!
Duplicating the moments around the sky
With not many things to say :-)
I asked about the climate per say
A nice way to converse,
Nonstop heat throughout the universe
Smiling, without many words to share
I stroked the phone, describing the hot air.
"It’s getting hot outside"
I'm just here Enjoying the sunrise."
--Smooth and slow the steam in Aspen has me beat
--Suddenly 99.9 degrees was the new rising heat
I chuckled and added, -looks like 100% chance of rain
Keeping myself inside, with a wetness calming sane
A new flash flood coming in
Reminding him how easy it is to slip in mud
I continued to talk and toke
Then he joined me with a joke.
Replying, with a tease.
"Wow!"
I feel the wetness over there
I would not mind taking a dive in THAT flood
Don't worry I know how to handle slippery mud
---from back to front.
It's looking gloomy out here without my love
Down here in Mandalay it drips a lot
Pure satisfaction when the climate in Aspen gets hot
Could you be kind in sending a picture of how wet it is down there?
I will call you back when the drizzling stops over here.
By: P.D. ( please judge the name, not the poem )
Your aura packs rapt confusion, it snap drags me with a cyclone’s aloof.
Your spring perfume cloaks your stroked fall-colored spoof
and your bright appeal conceals delusion -
yet, my eager seeks your smoked flair’s intrusion.
Hope seeking a clue, I examine climbing gaps in your fickle climate.
I attempt to riot your depths of private.
Your sky-air raises hints of midnight blue
to dance breezy-twirls on my need's point of view.
Intoxication steeps your vibrations; flirt notes disguise your spirit’s tone,
still my swollen need seeks burns in your cool zone.
Your essence boasts self-confident foundations
while my patina pales from riled frustrations.
What were the odds they did not know?
So many, many years ago, according to the records
they had left in there, it seems the answer was, quite low.
How strange the paradox of nature, how unpredictable
the outcome of its selections, how some variations
with the best chance to survive
became the human species,
became nature reflecting
on itself,
yet could not understand
that to stop adapting to its environment,
instead to change it, exploit it, a tipping point
would be reached, a no going back extinction event
would be unleashed, and adaptation would no longer be
an option.
Oh the stories we have found! The art fantastic as the sounds
of sea on shore, birds awakening with the golden dawn and
the scent, still present in its capsule, of an ancient rose.
How primitive their science, yet how predictable
the future was for them in small steps undertook with effort:
they knew slide rule soon and to the second
when Apollo would return from the dark side of the moon;
they knew nano chip soon and to the second
when and where an eclipse of the sun would pass at noon;
they knew too soon and to what degree
rising temperatures and rising seas foretold their doom.
What were the odds they did not know
how precious was this Eden, how rare an oasis in a vast unfriendly space,
when they sealed this vault five million years ago?
(Should this poem go in the vault? If so,
we have ten years left and then we'll know
and they'll know, too . . . we knew.)
- original poem written on the 5th of December in the year 2019 CE
Predictable poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Sea level rises... glaciers gradually melt
Global temperature is climbing the cliff.. Beware
But hey, G H gases don't exist.. Global warming is a myth
Throw everywhere in the streets, plastic and filth
Eat, and just leave disposal plate somewhere, anywhere
And dump wrappers in oceans and water pith
Basic unit of food chain, the shells are getting extinct
Reason... Ocean Acidification... Be sacre, be very scare
But no, water won't mind industrious wastes, they think
A tiny killer virus has taken over the world, bit by bit
A pandemic! To the modern man was rare
Thousands died, yet to them this pandemic is bullsh*t
And would say, don't take vaccines, it' ill make you impotent
Don't wear the mask, it'll make you look stupid, beware
And that Vac contain micro spying chips... Damn it
Mother Earth is in ICU, we made her a patient
Her blood polluted, poisonous is her air
Yet, all is well, to them these problems never exist
Human's STUPIDITY is making us all extinct
3rd April, 2021
Each delicious breath,
Every cooling drink.
I salute your passing.
Temperatures we enjoyed,
your breezes stroked my skin,
sunlight played softly,
green fields waved salutations.
I recognize your demise.
Unfiltered sunlight on my face,
the electric drone of insects,
the melodious aviary song,
the dance of sea lions,
the taste of spring water,
Gone in a generation.
The doe greeted me on my trek
to glacier-capped peaks.
Rivers ran cerulean
reflecting a perfect sky.
I feel the loss.
Gentle rain-soaked pastures
with bouncing young sheep,
gleeful in life’s celebration.
Nature's bounty fed me.
I long for your joy.
We all do.
You splashed riches around us.
We met you with greed.
Overconsumed and ignored,
we changed you,
we hurt you.
We miss you.
An angry you remained,
not joyful, giving, or golden.
still you, but thirsty, lonely, dark.
Alone in your existence,
your children died around you.
You witnessed the deaths,
the floods, the fires,
the famines, the heat.
You mourned with us.
But we broke you, we killed you.
Your evil twin remains,
to punish us until a balance returns,
that might save a dying planet.
About climate change and its effects there has been a lot of chatter.
One concern is that the sea-level is rising and I think I know the matter.
My research reveals that there is a dearth of sea sponges, (that is my notion).
We need to increase the growth of sponges to soak up the water in the ocean!
(Concocted with considerable tongue in cheek!)
Floods and fires, beware.
The time is ticking till all will despair.
The blood boils through my icy veins,
As she pours down through acidic rains.
“It won’t happen, it never will come.”
That’s what they said before she won.
But now she is back, more vengeful than ever,
reaping and sowing all for her pleasure.
She warned us once, she warned us twice.
She warned us all we’d pay the price.
But we played dumb and we played blind.
We hid behind our incredulous mind.
Those who heeded the truth were pained,
For all of their sacrifice went unnamed.
Their stout hearts warned us so,
But the price of Life is all that we know.
We murdered her children, we enslaved her kin.
We did all that we could to ensure we would win.
Our greed and our hunger were the ones that steered,
And that is exactly why she is now here.
Our Mother does love us, Our Mother does care.
But we’re making our Mother more and more bare.
We ripped out her branches, and burned all her leaves.
But the fire we bore released all her seeds.
They grew with a ferocity far greater than known,
And slowly her saplings claimed all that we own.
She did not die, she never will.
It is only us that come and go still.
So open your eyes and open your heart,
for you’ll never know when the light will go dark.
…to better days.
In shopping centres, bright and wide,
Where our dreams can fly and glide,
We wrap our hearts in things we've bought,
Forgetting stars, by city lights caught.
Yet, whispers of change might find their way,
As people stand up, by the ocean's spray.
Our Earth, they say, is worth more than play,
A future where green and blue can stay.
We must think over, our habits laid out,
With seas of plastic, and skies of doubt.
It's in our actions, clear and stout,
To choose to live, to truly shout.
To save our home, we should all band,
From dawn's light to night's last stand.
It's up to us, to lend a hand,
A fight for right, across the land.
But history's glance, so sharp and keen,
Will judge what we might have been.
In future's tale, it would be seen,
Our legacy, like a lost green dream.
Yet, it must have been right in our clasp,
To mend the breaks, to free the grasp.
And we could have chosen a kinder path,
For Earth, a haven, not aftermath.
Climate Change (My Calipus form)
[a-b-c-b d-b-d 1st stanza 7 syls / line; 2nd stanza 8 syls / line]
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We talk of global warming
Nature turning on the heat
The earth is cracked and blistered
Our mistakes hard to delete.
A potato hot to handle!
The Messiah we need entreat.
For a start let’s turn to Handel!
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Pithy Pants 2 Contest - 7lines
Hosted by Maureen McGreavy
Placed 4th
© 9th February 2019
The climate's changed before
Some creatures did adjust
Others went the way of nature
To end up ash and dust
Palm trees where pines use to be
The sun shinning on everything you see
The warmth that turns heated in summer
July the definition of it gets even warmer
The dry heat is the absence of sweat
Where I'm from workers get wet
Rocks spread out where grass should be
I marvel at the different kind of trees
Inside the building is the safest flee
Away from the heat is fine with me
The mountians actually do touch the sky
Taller than buildings when you pass them by
In the range they might streach for miles
A kind of cage if you have to go around
But the light and shadows they proudly possess
Give a certian awe to the eyes that are blessed
How small we become in the presence of giants
How humble our souls at Gods reliance
The beauty that was held in Gods hand
Streached out accross what we call land
And that new place that we now call home
A brand new taste for a scout to roam
Each day a new day in a world not old
Brand new feelings that had once grown cold
I
The rain came without rainbows
She walked between the raindrops
The sun, even in Fall, warms all over
No crimson & gold leaves over tops
Of local mountains, but fruit all Year!
Be there clouds, mustard seed faith grows
II
The milder African winters, not for him
He had not traveled abroad - bad & good
White cattle herons, always delighting
With aerial acrobatics, done getting food
Like paper kites dressed in snow, hovering
At twilight over the lake, their lives coloring