Best Environmental Poems
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.
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!
The sea rises as my mind is flooded with thought
The polar ice melts into the arms human desires
The atmosphere is caught on the verge by human technology
The earth is entangled in the threshold of environmental degradation
Development and prosperity leaves me at the mercy of climate change
I feel swept away by the tide of human development as tar sands and mercury cast shadows in my palace
I feel imprisoned by the chains of green house emission
I am left in tattered robes as economic exploitation and prosperity leaves me impoverish and hopeless
I miss the nation of the buffalo because they built their consciousness round my Interest
I am a seeker of life and spirituality but now must battle for survival in the hands of globalization
I settle like dust in the mouths of human activist but my muscles are weak to human separatists
Hunters resort to mental gymnastics as they sing the hymns of ecological variation
The next generation is denied access to culture as the weather changes like clothes and keeps us on the edge
The world needs an ethic of continued sustainability but the minds of men focus on continuous wealth.
The willingness of humanity to tend to the earth is laid bare by the strings of environmental conquest.
I run to the comforting arms of environmental stewards who nourishes my body and soul with ceremonies
Contemporary thoughts have not been able to put asunder where disembodied minds have continued to plunder
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Ornamental bird
Silver coated on den shelf
Oil coated soon death
" Environmental Questions ... "
(A Haiku/Senryu)
Changes of The Times
The Night Owls That Once Said Who?
... Are Now Asking - Why?
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/4/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Just in: Reported
Thefts of fresh air leave victims
Of B.O. gagging!
9/16/11
Received 3d place in "Make Me Laugh" contest
Received 5th place in "any Haiku will do" contest
LOS SONIDOS DE LOS DRUMS DEL RÍO-verso francés Parte 3
THE SOUNDS OF THE RIVER DRUMS-FRENCH VERSE PART 3
SONIDOS DE LOS TAMBORES DEL RÍO
COMO EL SONIDO DEL BEAT VA, TUM, TUM, TUM
A medida que el sonido del tambor late boom, boom y boom
Corriente de las aguas del río fluyendo;
Bajando los valles gritando.
Fluyendo donde puede tragar;
Las aves descienden, picoteando los cuerpos de peces que emergen ahora flotando;
Las olas gritaban los nombres de los que se alejaban, se escapaban;
Olas de las aguas aguas poco profundas turbulencia aguas agitadas;
Evita que la premisa diga
Corriendo por la corriente corriendo contra los troncos contra las orillas del río
En voz baja oímos los tambores de las olas que golpean en sus orillas;
En silencio oímos los tambores tum, tum, tum, boom, boom boom;
Tum,
Tum,
Tum,
El sonido de los tambores de río;
Hacer peaje
Los sonidos de los tambores de río, llamada;
Están llamando nuestros nombres;
El sonido de los tambores de río;
Beat tum, tum, tum;
Los sonidos de los tambores de río;
The sound of the river drums;
Beat tum, tum, tum;
The sounds of the river drums;
1/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation
My comrades and I hereby present our observations
In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt
That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt
We see no other course but to revert to our former ways
For if not, our future will soon dwindle to a matter of days...
Hence, we recommend retiring all motor-powered transportation
Returning to the trusty burro and steed for all our vehicular needs
A ban we must institute on all electric lights
Let us restore the wax candle to its rightful place in the night
Last, but not least, an immediate halt to all technological development
Returning to our native roots, to be one with Nature in envelopment
O, High Priests and Priestesses of Forward Thinking
Please accept our report ~ knowing that our window for change is shrinking
Plateau Pine Trees
Moutain humps above sea level
Nature's environmental cone
Rain falls to the feet of the earth
Like tear drops coursing cheeks,
Forest screams hopelessly
While we revel blissfully to an axe’s beat
Birds restlessly fly
In search of limited trees,
We selfishly carry on
While endangered species fall to their knees
Winds fear flight
Hoping not to be strangle by the hand of man,
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Where did the earth go?
So quickly, everything changed
Nothing feels the same
Our creation has been transformed
As nature is now different
Rivers are tainted with toxic rainbows
Skies are empty of flying birds
Toxic chemicals traveled miles across borders
An estimated 43,700 animals are dead
All in 5 miles from the chemical burn site
Why, oh why, didn't they cool the train
And transfer these harmful chemicals?
Why did they rush to burn the chemicals?
Turned into a chemical weapon to ruin lives?
Land is tainted, people are sick, lthe environment is changed!
This will last for years to come , years to see!
So much will keep on changing through seasons
It is in the soil and tests prove the acid rain
God's precious creation has now been attacked
What we will witness that will continue to change?
Cruelty rules, pain spreads for miles, stealing smiles!
Heidi Sands
2/23/23
I sat by the dewy morning grass,
as a robin drew scrawls in the air
with her melodious voice.
The sun's gaze prickled my skin,
as the breeze twirled between
evergreen leaves of a Willow tree.
Chilly water flowing beside my feet,
we raced each other in the rocky springs,
sitting by the bank to compare the rocks we’d seen.
Drenched in the autumnal winds' cool touch,
we’d dance in piles of fallen leaves.
We stood by the rusty train tracks,
shrubs overgrown between metal cracks,
and picked the wildflowers
to braid in each other's hair.
Yet, they were only fragments of a dream
delicate memories like the petals of
a forget-me-not,
an illusion made to escape the world
we destroyed to reach our aims.
They're played but a ridiculous role,
Rather giving the thing a long pole:
I tell you bleeding many a heart:
One could see their billions in a cart!
At the cities' garbage glances stole,
Their hearts quite hard the blackest charcoal:
That's never a way to in wealth bask,
Leaving what partly should be one's task.
To who wants them to make it a goal
He also wants them to out cash dole!
So, it has been everywhere furnace,
Guys who unload their trailers Menace.
If one saw where they slept would wilt,
At nights human wastes on tar built...
To CO-VID 19 Campaigns most kind,
Because a lot of big laurels did mind;
To its sweet publicity not blind:
They shall in newspapers their names find...
"Yes, in the streets one can see the dirt
But none would dare to stick to my shirt."
I'm sorry young lady your future has gone
Capitalism's done irreversible wrong
Not in my name, I shout from the roof top
I've been fighting the same fight,
Hoping one day it'll stop
Poison our food our water our air
Capitalism's the cause
Cause of despair
Profit before health
Is the capitalist way
Death creates wealth
With urban decay
Our planet is dying
It's on its knees
Our air is polluted
Bringing more disease
Not in my name, I shout from the roof top
I've been fighting the same fight,
Hoping one day it'll stop
Our oceans are filthy
Rivers unclean
Trees disappearing
Decimation of green
Palm oil, soya
Cattle and gas
Deforestation now on mass
Ice caps are melting
Permafrost thawing
Sea levels rising
Species declining
Weather's changing
For the worse
Getting hotter, colder
Unpredictable more diverse
This is the world that's been left to you
All for the profits of the 1% few
I'm sorry young lady your future has gone
Capitalism's done irreversible wrong
Not in my name, I shout from the roof top
I've been fighting the same fight
Hoping one day it'll stop