Best Climate Change Poems
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
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
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
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.
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
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
Today everything is art
as everything is poetry
seeming everything is
everything—a gender
fluid society;
God how wrong nature was
and how wrongly we saw her
awed by her beauty
we lost her cause
a journey of
eternity….
RAINS REBELLING,
RIOTS RAKING-
WINDS WEEPING,
WEATHER WEATHERING-
THUNDER TEARING,
TEMPERATURES THREATENING-
LIGHTNING LIQUIDATING,
FIRES FLICKERING-
SUN SEDUCING,
ECOSYSTEM EDGING-
EARTH EJECTING,
STORM STAMPING-
GEOGRAPHY GESTICULATING,
SCIENTISTS SEEKING-
CLIMATE CHANGING
MAN MOURNING:
Climate change. .........
Don't you feel at night?
Suffocation in absense of light.
The future will be bright,
Only, if the climate is right.
Pollution here and there,
Question to live where.
It all becomes a nightmare,
When you walk with a lot of care.
Vehicles up and down,
And Aeroplanes flown.
A key for Pollution crown,
With the usage grown.
We need to fight,
Against the air-tight.
The future will be bright,
Only, if the climate is right
It's the last breathe of the dying land,
maybe an enchanted wind passing,
perhaps the spirit of a vanaishing forest,
everybody's specualting,
they are asking,
Who created that spectacle?
Their eyes are mesmerized and wider,
wandering towards the natural phenomenon,
it's something new to them,
never they have seen it since birth,
it's something spectacular,
a MIRAGE growing wilder on a dead river.
Perhaps the wind created it,
they thought,
while its scent,
blows very dry and getting drier,
no longer soothes,
but drying those woods cut from the forest,
they are charcoal woods for expanding
barbecue market in town's plaza,
everyday they will only be for charcoal business.
Forest,
you are not made for death,
but to live and let live,
yet you are not immortal,
you are getting balder,
and you stopped feeding the rivers with water,
your death is getting closer,
filter weaker the sun's heat,
getting hotter without you,
the land's temperature:
Feverish and rising out of control,
turning soils into pebbles and stones,
everything dried dying and thirsty,
everywhere,
from dead cornfields and deserted ricefields,
MIRAGE appears, dances and wilder.
For the greed of charcoal,
chronic abused of forest,
killing along their right to exist,
MIRAGE a symptom of uncontollable warming,
till everything die.
This Climate Change
By Roy Merritt
Winter’s shroud arrives earlier each year
Mountains of beauty to inspire and revere
Beauty yes, but wanton, exceedingly cruel
A beautiful veil, pale, and deceiving the fool
Its voice whispers and howls, frigid its breath
Encroaching upon all to some bringing death
Ever colder it be ever menacing its face
Ever astounding to us who dwell in this place
And old timers and others with memories of when
Are challenged to remember it ever being like then
How can it be says the fool expressing but scorn
How can it be the globe increasingly warm
How can it be different from long ago in the past
How can it be this and leave us aghast
Winter is often a time of dread and despair
But eventually moves on as we make to repair
Ah, but when considering so confounding a thing
Time soars to summer having forgotten the spring
And summer you know not thoughtful or kind
As it torments with heat as the sun doth shine
Days pass on causing distress much pain
The sun boils down no clouds bring rain
The drought overwhelms causing concern
For we know there be much kindling and easy to burn
And those among us the sensible and wise
Know something is amiss in time realized
We must do something take heed and converse
Arrive at some conclusion this condition reverse
We must rebuke deniers call them deranged
Who dare say it false this climate change
Is avarice such that it would blind you to truth
So merciless and potent to doom your own youth
To make their future on such an earth
An existence void of comfort and little of worth
If so I must tell you I find it quite strange
That you dare say it false this climate change
And know this for certain when such is their pain
Forever their lips will be cursing your name
No monuments to you will they ever arrange
For your insistent denial of climate change
Your legacy of infamy will never unwind
Your names be cursed forever in time
They will assail you and say you deranged
For saying it was false this climate change
I’ve been trying to figure out why five toes on each foot is considered normal, or why two ears and two eyes and one nose is considered normal, or why when I look in the mirror I look older than I did when I was twenty or thirty because aging is considered normal. Then I started to think about all the animals that lived in the jungle and wondered if they thought it was normal to spend a lot more of time hunting for food? That’s when the study of biology and mathematics and chemistry and astronomy took on a new meaning. I realized that mankind needed the word normal so we would be able to recognize what was abnormal like the amount of carbon dioxide that was polluting the air or the fact that the snow and the rain had become smarter than the Climatologists who thought they could forecast the weather without considering the word change.
God,
In His infinite wisdom said:*
“Let there be light”
Then
He went on to create this spectacular world
For us to delight!
Man,
In his infinite "stupidity"** retorted:
“ Let there be darkness”
Then
He was set to destroy this marvelous world
With his mind's dim-witted starkness!
Now,
Man has the horrible consequence of his
Abominable crime to face
That no other is than the obliteration of
Self-centred human race!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 December 2015
*Genesis, 1:3
**“Albert Einstein said: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.”
*** Although I do not post these days I wish to repeat what I have said before for it is important for all of us to ponder, along with the rest of the world. In some cities, as Beijing today, one cannot see more than ten meters because of pollution. I know for I have passed seven months there.