Best Deforestation Poems
Deforestation;
blades cut a swathe through foliage:
beauty has its price.
Axes on the shoulders
The bare earth has no say
To the loaded tracks
The deforestation of my mind
Where the trees of abundance
Hold my memories in their sacred branches
And the happiness that drips like dew
From the salaciously orgasmic leaves after
photosynthesis...
© tcmoon 2014
DEFORESTATION
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Topical Tree Poetry
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Deforestation rife!
From copse to woodlands
And trees on their own suffer the knife!
Deforestation rife!
Rainforest to jungles,
Arboretums to parklands suffering strife
Deforestation rife!
There is suffering unseen.
To all macro, micro, wildlife.
Deforestation rife!
The whole world pays,
yes you, if you're married your wife.
Deforestation rife!
Nothing is safe, trees breathe for the world.
Time we all stopped living a trife life.
Deforestation rife!
Life now desperate, let's stop the felling.
Make living our plight
log
fell
chop
copse
logged
chopped
afforestation
deforestation
greening
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'Topical Tree Poetry: Defined'
A new form of poetry invented by me, (Mick E Talbot), utilising, the 'shape' poetry format overall, (in this instant the 'Concrete' form as the word tree is referred to in the poem). Using the 'snowball' poetry form for the trunk, and any form that makes for a good canopy. The subject material must be "topical", ie, trending, current, historical, events.
The format: The canopy; any form of poetry, 1 stanza, no restraint on the number of lines. Lines not to exceed 12 syllables.
The 'trunk'; a form referred to as a snowball. It starts with the smallest word alluding to the topic, then using synonyms increase in size by 1* letter, ending in an antonym, refer to my example poem. The whole must be centered.
* Try to make the trunk branchless, the odd knobbly bump or hole not a problem. (The latter will happen at times).You can by hitting the space bar make the branch/es, hole/s appear on one side of the trunk, Or the other, just an afterthought ;-) Mick
Deforestation
I stood, AMBIVALENT to full and LUSCIOUS scenes
in this ARCANE, new woodland, BITTERSWEET with views;
FLAMBOYANT yet QUIESCENT, TACTILE thoughts came forth
of similar QUINTESSENCE brutally destroyed
by INTERCESSOR...'progress and development'...
the IMMOLATION of past woodlands' lovely trees.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Ten Word Challenge II
Capitalized Words Are The Required Ten Words
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/25/2016
Form: Blank Verse
Iambic Hexameter - 12 syllables, 6 feet per line
We Have Only Ourselves To Blame
The way we live now seems barely the same,
Enduring one ecological disaster after another.
It’s obvious we have only ourselves to blame
For changing the climate and the weather.
Enduring one ecological disaster after another:
Rampant forest fires, pollution, desertification.
For changing the climate and the weather -
Too much industrialization and deforestation!
Rampant forest fires, pollution, desertification…
Species extinction from loss of natural habitats;
Too much industrialization and deforestation!
We’re destroying everything, everywhere, like spoiled brats.
Species extinction from loss of natural habitats???
It’s obvious we have only ourselves to blame!
We’re destroying everything, everywhere, like spoiled brats.
The way we live now seems barely the same.
A forest path does wind,
All shrubs with love entwined
Atop trees, monkeys live,
Another deathly strive
Abhorrent humans lie,
And trees, grass, shrubs will sigh
As oxygen will die
Unfortunately misread the rules for this contest, so I am withdrawing
Entering contest
The " Pleiades 3 poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
2020/10/25
Deadly humanity
Exterminating all
Forests along with animals,
Outrage should be how we feel
Restitution should be our aim,
Eradicating corporate greed
Senseless destruction,
The cutting and burning of trees
Animal extinction abhorrent to me,
This must end rapidly
Insipid evil within humanity,
One movement for our ecology
Needless is our destruction of creation.
Lost in the green, leafy space,
Resting on his back out in the country,
The old hermit picks himself up and stands.
He begins the morning trek in the forest
Admiring the nature filled scenery—
The last retreat from the world.
Here peace abounds outside the world,
The man tries to create his own space,
Freed from the concerns of his country.
The trees form a barrier, a final stand
Prohibiting the city from his forest,
Preventing pollution of the scenery.
But bits of the outside defile the scenery.
The sanctuary is attacked by the world
Who slowly chokes the living space—
Unaware or uncaring of the leafy country—
With weapons of garbage, smog. He stands,
Staring at a coke can in his forest.
It stands out on the grassy forest
Floor. It ruins the life-filled scenery.
Almost acting as a message from the world,
Telling the hermit this isn’t his space.
A reminder that they own the country,
And out of a whim he is allowed to stand,
He is given the privilege to stand,
To admire, to enjoy the nature made forest
Whose beauty can be erased from the scenery,
Leaving only overturned land for the world,
Ready to defile the hermit's sacred space
And strip the trees off the country.
The old hermit cries in this country,
Among the trees, the animals, he stands.
Beneath the sky, above the earthy forest
He prays. Since childhood this scenery
Stood out. As a kid he’d leave the world,
Finding a solace in this private space.
But now the hermit’s leafy forest in the country,
The only natural space left on the concrete world,
Is threatened. Unless he stands up for the scenery.
'kawanagi'
DEFORESTATION
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in the heat of day
where have all shadows gone
deforestation
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Malayan Tigers are listed as, critically endangered
and they used to be known, as Indochinese Tigers
They live is in the Malay Peninsula, of Thailand
in their habitat of forests, grasslands and wetlands
They have threats of poaching, for the illegal black markets
as China will not put ban, on the use of tiger parts
and deforestation for development, for the human ferrets
to construct roads, logging and agriculture, just breaks many hearts
Habitat destruction, has forced tigers into human territory
and there have been many Tiger killings, with human dissention
and tigers kill humans and livestock, because they are predatory
as their lives are desperate, to not end up with extinction
I met with a group who were passionately against deforestation,
who held their meetings at one of their member's log cabins,
and the rest of the members all lived in wooden housing.
People tend to not practice what they claim to believe in.
The trees cut from the forest
are used in building houses
as downpour from the mountain
brings flood to the town.
I was walking down the neighbourhood,
reminiscing how it all
used to be where we made believe
that we were nymphs in a wood,
except the once moist earth was parched,
and the once white air was brown...
and footpaths and landmass
were suddenly under a filter of grey...
Here I stop by this grandfather tree,
one in my eyes would be older than me.
But when I touched the bark
and the lowest leaf,
it whispered, "Speak, child of Eve,
now that I'm awake from my sleep."
I walked backwards,
scratching and tilting my head,
wondering what was messed with my senses;
had climate change really gotten into my head?
Now although I am shocked,
and my mind can't think so fast,
my tongue does the work for me:
"How have you lived this long?" it asks.
A wind blows, and my eyes take up,
imagining him stretching the rusty spine of a trunk.
He then speaks, in the gruff and cranky voice:
"You humans do whatever you want,
kill what you see with your eyes,
and spare what they think would fit their design best."
My eyes wander, to the settlements gray,
and remembered, the green kingdom where we'd played.
"Do you ever miss them?" I wish I hadn't asked,
but there is no way of turning time, and I continue to ask:
"The others of your kind, the ones that fell,
were they family, or friends at best?"
The grandfather shuddered, cold and angry,
I could feel his thoughts, how he wished
that I'd not reminded of what sored him.
"But what good would it do to think of the dead all day?"
He adds, "Isn't that what your mother always says?
Best ask her yourself, I'm sure my answer would be same;
for though you'd branched out early, we share one ancient family name.
But for now leave me be, your kind has hurt me enough,
to be sworn enemies, still, I'd rather sleep it through."
I turn around annoyed, wandering what tricks my fancies play,
then I stop so suddenly, with one last question to say:
"How do you know me?" I ask, not expecting replies,
but he says in return: "I used to watch you as a child,
"And in your early days I'd hold you when your limbs weren't so ripe,
I'd watched you walk, then I was worried,
when my own limbs tripped yours.
I'd thought since that misplaced root, that you'd never come back.
But now that I've talked to you, I feel
weirdly warm and comforted to sleep."
Maybe a simulation only
Tsunami tells us the waves
Will eventually roar storeys high
The endless quarrying tells us
One day the mountain rocks start rolling
The flood tells us the rivers
Will penetrate into the cities like roads
Pollution makes the rivers feed on colours
Acid rain sheds the leaves bald
Deforestation makes the forests thin
And animals start shifting
Radioactive waste makes the fishes commit suicide collectively
Workloads makes people
Become pressured cans with stony faces
The skyscrapers poke into heaven Resulting in a bigger hole in the ozone layer
The endless oil mines poke into hell
Resulting in volcano eruptions
Internal wars and boundary wars are Only signs of men struggling
To survive the pre-doomsday