Best Extinctions Poems
Precious Lady… my muse
Your words amazing…
But you paint the ideal…
I see it… feel it… broken
I pray… oh how I pray
That what you write
About nature… wildlife…
Oh how I wish was real
I see for myself…
In my locale…
Many wildlife extinctions…
It's not my intention
To spread doom and gloom…
But unless folk
Are made aware…
We do face annihilation
Me, I’m just a messenger
I pass on what I read
And as I said…
Some facts…
Based on what I see…
Our leaders only thoughts
Self-gain, they're in denial
Yet the world cry’s
For its survival.
Oh my blessed muse
Please don’t desert me
I live my life from day to day
In anticipation
Of your inspirational poetry
Your verbosity
Your every word
Enthrals me…
I live in hope
That one day we…
The world… will see
Your poetry realised
Arabian stallions rampant
The magic of your jungles
Desert life… amazing
Write on my muse
The world is waiting
Categories:
extinctions, dedication,
Form:
Blank verse
The light is gone
Totally put out
Scarey to those that roam
To all that are about
Suddenly the thunder
Of James Rifle gun fire
The shells are asundered
So you better be aware
When the shelling's finished
All can declare
Very little dents
Done to you there
Your light's not sent
Completely extinguished
Never to burn again
Not from weapons of war
But at the hands of men
Possibly total extinctions from nature
Categories:
extinctions, places, war,
Form:
Rhyme
In the language of Spirit
it is said: “that we must die before we die.”
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In the language of Sprit
it is said: “that we must die before we die.”
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It kills me,
a lot of things kill me.
I mean the kind of ‘killing’
that blinks you out for a moment,
that kind of little death.
Such instances can be exquisite,
like when your life unlatches,
you stop in mid-throttle,
halted upon a careening mania.
There are no increments,
no gradients,
you just jump out of yourself.
A powerful ****** can kill you
with one thrust of bliss.
Holding your baby for the first time,
a sudden inexplicable gnosis
obliterates your present,
past and future.
Writing a killer line in a poem -
that can kill the reader
for a bitty twitch of time.
Those quiescent extinctions happen,
in a single tick of abeyance,
transient wipe-outs
(too abrupt to me measured),
when we forget
to be both happy or sad,
in nothing-flat
we have ceased to be, we succumb,
only to return.
Between each taken breath,
these little deaths may, at any time,
undo time,
revealing much more than we,
the living,
might care to admit.
Categories:
extinctions, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
In the darkest nightmares of mankind lies a shadow
Realm of fear, hidden there are monstrous figures
Eluding detection's discovery, living on a harden edge
Of realism.
Dare not enter the dead man's zone, beware humanity
For death stalks in this extinctions mighty arena of the unknown.
From the pit of hell's blackened abyss, emerges a nuclear spawn,
A man made creature, of fall outs crimson rain of radiation.
Storms living earthquake, grappling the earth by it's four ends,
And shaking the whole globe in fears disastrous wrath.
Mutations legacy, a tidal waves reptilian leviathan, feel the
Ground itself tremble, beneath his heavily lain foot steps.
Godzilla lives, the rude awakening of humanity has been
Reborn, ushered in by the winds of war.
Other demons clash, arising beyond the horizon's
Hazardous blackness, a currant lifted by ignorance's blind,
Called the shield of greed's ambitious, releasing hatred's evil,
Upon the stage of man.
Survivors from a forgotten past,
Emerge exposed by the decline of our earthen
Environmental world, falling apart do to mankind's
Raping of the nature itself.
Foe's enemy joins united against this common threat,
Apocalypse’s mighty giant, stands tall ready to fight, on the
Right side of justice.
Godzilla's raises his fists of fury, to do battle on behalf of
His maker's standard, we shall overcome and defeat any
Obstacle set before us.
Side by side we enter the realm of the unknown, clashing titans,
Taking on all on comers, we shall make our stand here, on a
Line drawn in fears instinctual realm of the unknown.
Man and beast untied, or both falling beneath a current of extension,
Let us all learn afterwards, that we should not mess with mother nature,
For she is a creature of awesome power, and we should beware of her
Mighty wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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Categories:
extinctions, imagery, imagination, inspirational, international,
Form:
Free verse
I watch the news again with a dubious eye of concern
Another terrorist attack, more animals facing extinctions - I learn
Another natural disaster just occurred - Now that deserves coverage
Should they not be reporting though, more about stories of courage?
Of News worthy stories a darker side forever creeps in
Getting caught with the hype I must confess I’m guilty of this sin
Extreme events seem to be the order to feed the people
A grim world to trick us into thinking and following like ‘Sheeple’
Stock market crashes more exaggerated than they actually are
A news report of Dog eats Dog gets a Richter scale of 10 by far
But here on my soap box I stand and put before you my confessions
It’s not about chocolate or addictions of loosely thrown at Love Obsessions
More about the starving masses around the world that need to be fed
Looking through the soulless eyes of a child as he looks at his loved ones dead
Feeling helpless as I hear about the hopelessness of preventing child labor
In a world going wrong that finds it hard to follow The Word ‘Love thy Neighbor’
Now back to a confession of an obsession of Life’s necessities
Though I will not forsake morals, decorum or prudence in my ‘obsessities’
I am not here to play God or a claim to Fame shall I seek
Favoring anonymity I shall reach out - a Voice for the Meek
Would you not love to lead a child from the Dark to the Light?
Would you not love to put an end to a poor man’s plight?
Would you not love to be able to make a blind man see?
Would you not love to hear liberated children laugh in glee?
My Obsession is MONEY, so judge if you thou wilt
If you think this a sin then I stand, 'shameless in my Guilt'
But it’s the only way that I know of where I can make a difference
MONEY is the KEY in my Obsession to alleviate World Sufferance
~ Placed Second in Contest~
Obsession Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
27th July 2017
Categories:
extinctions, addiction, humanity, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Life and death on a video game
their punching buttons not responsive
to hospital gadgets and electromagnetic technologies.
Consciousness is pinned to extinctions wall
and disappearance in court
advocating for a permanent roommate.
Every stepping win shows the direction
to which this soul is destined.
Existence is in a pitiful mood
with just its left hand held.
The firmness of such hold, serving as a marker
to its needed victory or unfortunate loss.
One move and another, death leads
but the big win finally comes
and the abstract world of the spirits
hit itself and weep in anguish
as the soul marries the body
to activate a living being once again.
Categories:
extinctions, health, humanity, life,
Form:
Imagism
On the cold harden stone carvings names remain,
Charcoal etchings sketching’s, rubbing’s of forgotten history,
Textured rows of this human bone yard called a cemetery.
Rough carved gray monuments to life’s fragileness,
Isolation chambers of remembrance lie hidden beneath
This earthen soil, as for-get-me=knots floral arrangements
Garnish these graves of emotional attachments.
Fossilized vessels of mankind’s historical legacy,
Layers of preservation evidence that we existed,
Satisfied and blessed time capsules for the future,
Lie within these human skeletonized bone fields,
For later discovery to investigate.
As thin as the paper lain against these stones
Of textured graving, are the vials between
Us and our extinction, life is a fleeting gift
To be celebrated not thrown away ever so lightly.
I’ll kick against the tides of life, striving to
Thrive and survive, for I’m a branch of extension,
Spiritual Connected to the tree of humanity,
And my roots have grown in the richness of
Traditions roots of mine ancestors, thus
One stone downwards from thy kindred.
Ever rocking is the head stone of the ages,
It sways with the endurable chiming rhythm
Of the timeless sands, flowing through the
Hourglass of our global atmosphere.
Walking amongst these bricks of stood,
As idle soldiers at the ready for discoveries,
Shovel blades, I ponder the thoughts that
They may evoke in the future world of
Tomorrow.
Oh in the harvesting of the dinosaurs leavenings,
We’ve written our own biography’s sinnario,
One day to be exposed to the light of infinity,
For no single entity lasts forever, nor species
Shine beyond extinctions mighty wrath.
After all is it not true that the key to understand
The future, is to unlock the past.
On the cold harden stone carvings names remain,
Charcoal etchings sketching’s, rubbing’s of forgotten history,
Textured rows of this human bone yard called a cemetery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
extinctions, future, history, identity, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
When Dinosaurs Inhabited the Planet
When dinosaurs roamed the earth
(T-Rexes, Triceratopses, Stegosauruses, and Brontosauruses)
Millions of years ago during the Mesozoic Era,
The land lushed green from the oxygen-enriched environment,
And the lakes and oceans hued blue teeming with life
(Plesiosaurs and Ichthyosaurs, fishes, amphibians, and crustaceans),
While Pterosaurs (Pterodactyls and Pteranodons) commanded the skies,
And lizards, arachnids, and insects (dragonflies and cockroaches) thrived,
And tiny mammals crouched, hidden, waiting to evolve
Among flowering plant blooms and tree blossoms.
And in the far distance, volcanoes erupted
Spewing ashes, lava, and gases.
Today, reptilian fossils are on display in museums
Alongside petrified trees to tell the story
Of when dinosaurs inhabited the planet.
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Note:
The Mesozoic Era (aka the Age of Dinosaurs and the Age of Conifers) of Earth’s history began approximately 250 million years ago and lasted almost 180 million years (i.e., until around 65 million years ago). The Mesozoic Era is divided into three periods: 1) Triassic, 2) Jurassic, and 3) Cretaceous. Mass extinctions mark the beginning and the end of the Mesozoic Era. Vegetation consisted mainly of conifers and ferns, with the appearance of flowering plants during the mid to latter part of the Jurassic, which evolved to flourish in the Cretaceous period, during which some species of dinosaurs evolved into feathered birds.
Categories:
extinctions, education, history, nature,
Form:
Verse
You left your hollow horror buried deep...
a hollowness unfathomed as we think
about the impact that your strike would reap
and change the path of life in just a blink.
So like a programmed missile, aim precise,
you blazed our Earth with death as you arrived.
For sure, this cataclysm would suffice
to form wide, hollow gaps where life had thrived.
Your wound, six miles deep and nine across
unleashed catastrophe that choked the air.
You spewed its contents, long-term albatross,
that suffocated Earth beyond compare.
Beneath the deepest layers of the Yucatán,
your hollow rests both under land and sea.
Through many million years- new life began...
rebuilt Earth species' timeline, globally.
Through five extinctions, life on Earth was stilled...
from hollowness to wholeness...emptied...filled.
June 12, 2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Hollow
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 06/16/2018
The Chicxulub crater is an impact crater buried underneath the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico. Its center is located near the town of Chicxulub, after which the crater is named. It caused the fifth extinction of life 66+ million years ago during the time of the Dinosaurs.
Area: 9,826 mi²
Diameter: (93 mi)
Depth: (12 mi)
Impact diameter: (6.2–9.3 mi)
Age: 66.043 ± 0.011 Ma; Cretaceous–Paleogene boundary
Categories:
extinctions, death, earth, life,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
Categories:
extinctions, age, father son, health,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Extinctions Distinctions
Will it end with one distinction -
We – as authors of our own extinction.
Sucking, vampire–like, the life essence
necessary for our ongoing presence.
Will it end with roar - or whimper
warring beasts or broken souls
flaming wrath of mindless death
huddled fear of bridge-less trolls.
Will the end come quickly – slowly
sinner’s first and then - the holy
God’s that failed to tend their flock
reducing fertile earth – to rock.
Will the end be one last breath
uttering sad truth’s lament
despite rumors to the contrary
mankind wasn’t heaven sent.
It will end – of course – but how
in some future here and now
unless the thoughts of our distinct-ness
become the first that we extinguish.
12/30/2015
submitted to - Extinction – Poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Categories:
extinctions, betrayal, death, earth,
Form:
Verse
64 YEARS
~~~*~~~
64 years,
from puberty to the present.
64 years,
I have witnessed mans ignorance!
64 years,
of each other, cultures, colour, and creeds.
64 years,
of no respect for nature, man does as he, please!
64 years,
I have witnessed from puberty to the present life tortured!
64 years,
in 1955 frogs blown up with reed straws, and butchered!
64 years,
of collateral damage, innocents killed in unnecessary wars!
64 years,
not an eyewitness, but have read of the damage nuclear power can cause
64 years,
of leaders who mentally pollute their peoples' minds' for their own gain
64 years,
of business's who pollute not just nature, governments as well, causing world pain
64 years,
of politicians saying 'we learn from mistakes' lies, I beg, please do look around.
64 years,
of percentage reference pay increase's, the rich getting richer the poor destitute is what I've found!
64 years,
of leaders living in luxury while their country starves seizing monetary donations.
64 years,
of mans' ignorance, in denial of facts, extinctions are happening and happening fast, lost generations
64 years,
for me I'm close to my end, for you youngsters I wish you much fun,
however, denial of facts as is, and all life will be done! Will! Be! Done!
My tree,
part of
my life
these
roots
firm, my
taproot
solid!
Categories:
extinctions, abuse, conflict, leadership, political,
Form:
Concrete
What a glorious day, I was born with a bang,
The loudest bang that I’d ever heard.
All of a sudden there was light, everything was a mess,
It was totally crazy absurd.
I learnt to walk slow, not too fast, about right,
To be proud and stand on my own.
And made friends with the whole spectrum of light,
Even though I’m invisibly unknown.
I looked at beautiful create on a belt,
And listened to huge silent detonations.
And was in awe of the laws we created for ourselves,
I was in awe of our own regulations.
I was there watching things crawl out from the sea,
I saw floods, and fires, and extinctions.
And I nurtured the growth of my little friend, You,
Evolving each day with top rating distinctions.
What a glorious place everything has become,
Everything from clear to abstract to sublime.
All of a sudden occurs for me every day,
Because “me” is your old stable friend, “Father Time”.
Categories:
extinctions, time,
Form:
Quatrain
wild Australia
hark... sounds of didgeridoos
mobs of kangaroo
Australian folk...
Aboriginals suffer
arpartied still reigns...
Australian folk...
at one with nature... what's left
arpartied still reigns...
vistas of nature
o that monolith could talk
Australian woes
deforestation
all life suffers pollution
koala's left dead
crocodiles... wildlife
Australia's indigenous
extinctions for real
Categories:
extinctions, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Therein lies the problem, we inadvertently do control the weather, climate warming via pollution, and clouds can be made to rain. Fauna and flora decimated, extinctions, ten plus a day. A lot of mammals threatened, marine life, more than just a few. Arthropods, insects, without some, we'd struggle to survive. Diptera, the larvae of some species help keep the planet clean. Symbiotic relationships, some critical to the air we breathe. There once was an equilibrium nature's own biological control catered to environments' only she understands. We do control nature, and its time we let go! Nature once managed till humans intervened, and those that knew way back when now turned cowards, plan to make a run! Oh yes, that's why they're still searching for that universal scarlet pimpernel, the one called planet 'B'. Have they time, six-hundred years if Hawkins got it right, but what of the world, not just a selected few, I think we all matter? I'm sure we all think that way too. Let's all forget about planet 'B', politics and boundaries. In world peace, we might have a chance. Stop pollution NOW, right NOW, no buts or ifs stop or we will become extinct. Scaremongering, well I hope I am, for if that's what it takes to make all understand, cos if we don't this planets dammed!
Categories:
extinctions, nature, weather,
Form:
Prose