Best Overpopulated Poems
Does anybody truly care
that the world is falling apart?
And kids are shot and killed in schools
by other children, toting guns.
Politicians are liars, yet
does anybody truly care?
And yet, climate change ravages our
overpopulated planet.
While human interactions wane,
kids connect on the World Wide Web.
Does anybody truly care
that social skills aren't progressing?
The future forecasts droughts and plagues
yet, no one seems to be concerned.
And if humanity dies off;
does anybody truly care?
Categories:
overpopulated, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Quatern
LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)
i
We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
nor the echoes of falling tears
of grieving widowed mothers
and the muffled hush, hush, hush
to new born babes.
How much longer
must we awake
to another morning
we wished we never lived to see?
Mornings where
the horizon’s plains
are dotted with earthen keloids
of humpbacked graves
in overpopulated makeshift cemeteries
where food crops once grew.
Horizons reminiscent of
the screaming echoes animating
from departing Middle Passage ships.
ii
How much longer
must we experience nights
of damned deranged dads—brothers
roaming, ravaging, raping
sisters and slitting mothers’ throats;
damned deranged dads—brothers
driven by a demonized illusion
of the Nile goddess of fertility;
intoxicating themselves
with chalices of their families’ blood?
How much longer?!!!
How much longer
must our daughters remain
forgotten victims
Of those who’ve lost the free
in freedom—like those who’ve sold the in
in independence—lackeys
to and of ancient slave masters
who’ve learned well
the western ways of deception?
iii
Unmoved and no longer
grievously concerned,
the world mesmerizes itself
with a deceived sacrilege image
of a revered Nile goddess.
Meanwhile, defiled bodies
of African girls
are no longer newsworthy…
these wretched of the earth sisters
continue to suffer ethnocentric
rape and gendercide: perpetuations
of free roaming…hoodwinked brethren,
inebriated with neo-colonial genocide.
Categories:
overpopulated, africa, bereavement, conflict, daughter,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I sat with a friend,
discussing overpopulation,
"the worlds not overpopulated"
he stated
"Look around you,
there is still, a lot more land,
there are still places,
with very few people"
Granted that's true,
there are still places with few people
yet the fish have become
depleted from the sea
We cut down fifty eight football fields
of raintree forest, every day,
the seas are depleted,
because people need to eat,
We cut down the rain forest
because people need furniture,
there are only three hundred
Siberian tigers left in the world,
Other animals have a right to life
three, tiger species became extinct
in the twentieth century,
the ozone layer is becoming depleted
because of the carbon
that we, as a race create.
granted cows have more stomachs
cows give off more methane gas,
Yet we are by far
are the biggest creator of carbon pollution,
cars, cigarettes and human gas,
go into creating air pollution,
four and a half new babies
are born every second,
yes people have a right
to have a family,
Yet what do you want,
their future to hold,
We depend on nature
but now, nature also depends on us,
The north and south pole
are melting,
fresh water going into the ocean,
could change the chemical balance
Of the sea,
perhaps stopping the Mediterranean rift,
perhaps changing heat transfer,
perhaps changing nature,
we depend on this planet
for our survival,
yet this planet also
depends on us,
We have a brain,
We have the ability,
to overcome these problems,
Together we can achieve the impossible,
United we stand divided we fall
yet if we work against each other
we achieve nothing, using investment,
we can overcome our problems,
We can make cars that run on electricity,
We can decide, to have less children,
Together we can do the impossible,
We have already sent people into space
Yet if we spend our time fighting,
against each idea, we get nowhere,
To overcome a problem
first you must agree you have a problem
Then create a solution, that solves the problem,
Increasing tax and destroying lives does not work
investing together creating change is a solution,
We are the most intelligent animal on the planet
Categories:
overpopulated, humanity, international, political, pollution,
Form:
Narrative
Characterized by the early settlement
of the San Bushmen of the Kalahari.
Its patriotic sentiments of profound bravery
echos the nation’s long struggle for independence
well articulated and expressed in the psalm of Axali Doeseb.
This second to the least overpopulated territory
is home to the continent’s tallest elephants
and the endangered black rhino.
It houses the world’s oldest desert
with a display of the globe’s highest sand-dunes.
Quadruple medals from Frankie Fredericks,
remarkable atmospheric space for astronomers and star gazers,
spectacular deserts in the Kalahari and Namib
and the emanating awe from the Namib-Naukluft park
are national prides fixed into global glories.
Next after the Grand canyon is the Fish river counterpart
but the Dragon’s breath stands tall in the globe’s underground lakes.
Populates the most in free-roaming Cheetahs,
accepts nature’s curse of the historic Northern coast
and the sun’s blessing in over three hundred days every year.
‘peace be still’ is the definition of its pride
but still not exempted from the painful whip
afflicted by the demon enslaving its mother- region.
Categories:
overpopulated, africa, community, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Ode
My mind
My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt
Terrorizing my thoughts
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release
Categories:
overpopulated, death, fear, forgiveness, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Humanity spread across the expanse of space
Into the unknown, as if a race
Starship after starship spread the seed
After that first step, we were finally freed
From the cradle, the branches were spread
As if glass roof was lifted from overhead
Billions of people chose to escape the mundane
They flew willingly into unfamiliar terrain
Faster and bigger ships were constructed
Go forth and multiply they were instructed
So humanity spread out into the solar system
From there, the stars, like a living organism
Star after star, galaxy after galaxy
There where wars on the universes tapestry
Wonders where seen, new life forms detected
Love and death and other human traits reflected
This was a dream I had one day
Humanity needs to go, for here we cannot stay
We have overpopulated the earth, we are now forsaken
It is guaranteed to happen, once that first step is taken
It’s our only choice in order for civilisation to survive
One small planet is too small for so many to thrive
Stop wasting money on wars and guns
Instead explore the universe, and its infinite suns
Categories:
overpopulated, courage, earth, encouraging, flying,
Form:
Imagism
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
Categories:
overpopulated, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Reading a book, the war between
Saladin and Richard the lion hearted
their battle went into Allepo
checking Allepo on the web
I found them still at war
Yet how stupid are we
one thousand years
and we have learned, nothing
we still fight we still kill
nothing has changed.
Talking with friends
she said they kill because
the worlds overpopulated
she said that it's wrong
God gave you the child
to me it's wrong because
we should not kill
God gave us a brain
with the ability to think
a brain to solve our problems
If you drive a car
around a corner at one hundred
don't blame God for the accident
If the world's overpopulated
have less kids, do not kill the ones you have.
Categories:
overpopulated, abuse, allah, anger, bible,
Form:
Narrative
THE SCORPION KING-A FABLE BY GWENDOLEN RIX
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A VERY DARK AND DANGEROUS KINGDOM
ITS GOVERNING PRINCIPLES WERE HATRED AND GLOOM
ITS GOVERNMENT WAS ESTABLISHED BY AN EVIL DICTATOR
AND DROVES OF HIS EVIL INSECTS UNDER FOOT
“FROM WHENCE DID THIS EVIL DICTATOR EVOLVE?” THOUGHT THE INSECTS
“FROM WHENCE DID HE GET HIS AUTHORITY?”
FOR HE STOMPED HIS REPTILIAN FEET AND HE SNORTED FIRE
HIS BREATH WAS PUTREFYING LIKE DEATH
ONE DAY A PETRIFIED ANT CAME BEFORE THE SCORPION’S THRONE
AWAITING A JUDGMENT, A DECREE
HE WAITED AND HE WAITED AND HE WAITED
AND FINALLY THE RULER AGREED TO SEE HIM
HIS VOICE BOOMED WITH DISDAIN
HIS EYES LOOKED LIKE SMOKE
AND HIS NOSTRIL EMITTED MAGGOTS AND VARIOUS WORMS
HE SAT ON HIS THRONE ROOM CHAIR ALL ALONE IN HIS GLORY
SHOUTING OUT ORDERS TO HIS LOW LIFE ORDERLIES
KILLS THOSE LOW LIFE INSECTS! EVERY ONE OF THEM!
EAT THEM FOR SUPPER IF YOU WISH!
WE ARE OVERPOPULATED! WE ARE CROWDED!
OUR RESOURCES ARE DEPLETED! WE DON’T NEED THEM ANYWAYS!
THEY ARE A BURDEN!
SO THEY SYSTEMATICALLY DEVISED A PLAN
TO SLOWLY KILL OFF THE REST OF THE INSECTS
EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM NO MATTER WHAT THEIR GIFTS OR
TALENTS
THEY HAD NO VALUE. THEY WERE ALL LIABILITIES.
THE MASTER SCHEMER THOUGHT HE HAD THE WORLD I N HIS HANDS
AS HIS PLANS BEGAN TO UNFOLD TO LIMIT THE POPULATION OF INSECTS
AS HE PLANNED OF MURDERING MOST ALL OF THE INSECT KINGDOM
A TEENY TINY EARTHWORM EMERGED ON THE SCENE
READY TO DELIVER THE INSECT WORLD…
HE SPOKE OF LOVE
HE SPOKE OF KINDNESS
HE SPOKE OF ALWAYS PUTTING YOUR BEST PINCER FORWARD
HIS CAUSE WAS CLEAR…SAVING THE INSECTS!
HE PETITIONED THE OTHER KINGDOM MEMBERS OF A DIFFERENT WAY THAN
HATRED
HE PETITIONED THEM TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER
THIS NOTION OF LOVE DIDN’T SETTLE WELL WITH THE KING OF THE
SCORPIONS
SO HIS DEMISE WAS PLANNED ALONG WITH THE OTHERS
HE SLOWLY TURNED THE KINGDOM AGAINST THE EARTHWORM
HE UNRAVELED HIS PLANS SLOWLY OVER TIME
HE CONVINCED MANY OF THE OTHER INSECTS THAT EARTHWORMS WERE
NO LONGER NEEDED
THE SOIL WAS FULLY TILLED AND NOURISHED
Categories:
overpopulated, betrayal, christian, death, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
>Space oddity or what?
Technology has advanced down here.
By down here, I mean, on planet Earth.
We are all living peacefully.
No poor people do I see.
Bet you wonder where I be?
‘Dragon, stop messing about.
Listen to me. I’m the boss.
If not I’ll tell you to, ‘go to sleep.’
Phew that worked! Now let me just peek.
Golly is that first verse, Dragon’s words.
Have you read anything so absurd?
At peace, no poor were can he be?
None of that on Earth, I see.
In fact, technology, if that’s the word.
Is exploring space, not my world?
With a spaceship that’s 2 cm high.
I wonder who is that size and can fly.
I guess one day real soon.
They’ll have a base on the moon.
Then send all the bad men there.
Of course they will need some breathable air.
Do they know there is no air there?
Best spend that spare money here instead.
Of wasting it on space I said.
Overpopulated Earth might be.
But terrorists keep population numbers down.
Might be why they are around.
As the more people they kill you know.
Mean less mouths to feed, it does just so.
Then there are bombs from the air.
And landmines on the Earth don’t care.
Who they kill one and all.
Perhaps I will be the next to fall.
But bless technology will rescue me.
By reducing me to the size of a flea.
I could then enter that 2 cm spaceship so.
Off this planet Earth I could then go.
Way up high into the sky.
Pass along into space.
Leave the universe we all know.
Into another one I don’t know.
Then after many years travelling up here.
Enter another atmosphere.
No doubt I will be back here.
In something like one million years.
And bless, I have gone back in time.
Back to Earth, I know it’s mine.
Large dinosaurs roam the land.
All looks peaceful, I’ve circled around.
No sign of humans can be found.
So I guess it’s safe to land.
‘Wake up Dragon,’ I have done.
Now you can have your fun.
Print correct on screen, what I have done.
Have a nice day everyone.
As the year is now 3001.
I guess now the world, has just again, begun.
Have fun.'
This poem was inspired by the invention of the minute microchip camera space ship man has invented to hopefully explore where man will never go. Perhaps!<
Categories:
overpopulated, earth, flying, goodbye, life,
Form:
Rhyme
What is war if not a culling of humanity;
a methodology guaranteed to impact growth
preventing starvation in an overpopulated world.
What is war if not an investment in economics;
yet,
a depreciable asset in accumulated loses.
What is war if not the nightmares of mothers
who grieve for sons or daughters who suffer no
more.
What is war if not the fuel that ignites passion
not extinguished by previous war, rekindled again.
What is war if not a culling of humanity;
when extinction becomes evident.
What is war if not the end of humanity.
Categories:
overpopulated, warwar, war,
Form:
Free verse
Una or Death, Life : 1, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie by T. Wignesan
Sometimes he wonders what good a poem can be
Of course in his case doubting is blasphemy
An absurd benumbing of life
In truth, what good can a poem serve
Where all the overpopulated deaf people despite noises
Make believe that they listen in to him
The only thing which matters is the heart beating against
The ear-drums and becomes the organ of hearing
The heart which spreads in a stellar network
The beat maintained in the finest capillaries
Infinitely infinitesimally
The ubiquitous unit of life : Poetry.
* According to Anne-Sophie Constant, Una ou la mort, la vie (first book in Livre de l’homme et de la femme, just as the other two books in the trilogy : Duel and L’Autre, all in twelve lines), the poems are untitled, but numbered.
(Una ou la mort, la vie, O. C. t. II, p. 733)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
overpopulated, poems, poets,
Form:
Didactic
I've never seen them before,
but know they're in Elbert County, Georgia
put there by a mysterious man
by the name of R.C. Christian,
who put them on display
in dixieland, 1980 circa,
They have 10 new age rules,
which are occultic in my view,
stating that he is a tree hugger,
and wants billions of people to perish,
thinking in his view,
were nothing more than cannon fodder,
he thinks the planet is too overpopulated,
and that nature must be "balanced,"
his religion being pantheism or polytheism,
of which one I'm not quite sure which,
All's I know is that this mystery man
worships the sun, moon and the stars,
mother nature in general,
rather than our Heavenly Father
which is new age bizarre,
and that when Charlie Daniels
wrote his hit country pop song,
he must have known about all this,
when he came out with his
"the devil came down to Georgia" hit.
Addendum: They are actually called the "Georgia Guidestones" with 10
New Age commandments written on them.
Categories:
overpopulated, nature, religion, scary,
Form:
Light Verse
If I were not a GAY white male
living in the USA,
I wonder if I would have grown my LeftBrain up
to so easily hear
Donald John as Head Pharisee
for privileged religiously-held Nationalism--
a totalitarian fake-idol
substituting fake-patriotic raptures
against sacred polyculturing outcomes
for all multiculturing
underprivileged creolizing
natural agnostic and spiritual religious Cultures.
Susan Werner asks
"If God is good
and God is great,
Why is your heaven so small?"
If USA is good,
right or wrong, and
If USA is patriotically great,
loyal to democratic principles of active healthy cooperation
and therefore morally divine,
Why is your current CEO Pharisee of Privilege
so egotistically small,
so badnews mendaciously tiny,
rather than globally sacred
ecologically Great Transitioning
toward restoring climates of polypathic healthy wealth?
If God's timeless polyphonic Paradise
is too narrow,
too spiritually elitist,
for those of us naturally and/or spiritually underprivileged
victims of Trumpian Win/Lose privileged Rapture smallness,
then how sure are you
you have never had a queerly unorthodox sensual thought?
A flicker of sacred matriarchal woundedness?
A flash of natural wet warm wombishness?
An addictive glimmer of longing to reassociate
with sacred Virginal MotherEarth?
How sure are you of not preferring
innocent transgender lily love for each NewDawn--
Raptures in and of NonViolent Revolutionary Fields?
If we cannot recover
some active multicultural hope of landing together
in God's jealously occupied
and punishingly withheld Paradise,
if only to avoid monoculturing risks
of hellfire's sweeping overpopulated damnation
for timeless eternity
of Here with Decomposing/Recomposing Now,
perhaps it is time to recall
Jesus's God of Love,
WinWin Grace,
restorative ego-ecological
co-messianic
co-operative SpiritNatures,
secular Ego with sacred Eco ZeroZone
nondually co-arising
rapturous WinWin healing.
Transparent secular/sacred political vocations
as eco-ministers reforesting wounded Earth
to heal internal addictions to multiculturing Love.
Categories:
overpopulated, addiction, earth, health, heaven,
Form:
Political Verse
Feeling entitled to self-pardoning Grace
Elitist tendencies
within democracy
competitively arise
as cooperative trusting gratitude
fades away
from anti-colonizing
post-traumatic revolutionary space.
Patriarchal problems
seek matriarchal resolutions.
Republic governance structures,
raising up legislative and executive representatives
to judiciously restore healing
where social and economic and environmental wounds
become public cooperative power
to redeem pathologies
by inviting transparently trusted remediations.
Republics must justify control
of too liberally inclusive love,
and have anthro-supremacist issues
deteriorating into bipolar anger
and polycultural fear
of rabidly overpopulated xenophobia
slowly hatching boundary enhancement schemes,
nationalistic entitlement competitions
replacing humane polypathic hope and faith
in international ecological cooperations
for multicultural health-wealth
2020 revolutions
furthering downstream PositivEnergy Democracy.
We are not wrong
to democratically hope
European Union trust
is a more resilient political ecology
and resonant social theology
than pre-millennial wars
and internecine creedal crusades
and building moats
around castle embattled walls
for hoarding up nutritional treasures
against predative invaders
and polyculturing ideas.
Social and
personal and
economic and
ecological and
theological political integrity
invite democratic gratitude
for republic non-violent bilateral communicating leaders,
green legislators speaking and listening,
and deep learning judicious ecotherapeutic executives
facilitating balance between
LeftBrain deductive unity
and RightBrain sacred inductive diversity,
Secular with Sacred Integrity,
in-between universal ego-health resilience
and unitarian eco-wealthy resonance,
Yang breathing in
Yin bleeding gratitude
ego/eco-redemptively out.
Categories:
overpopulated, anti bullying, green, health,
Form:
Political Verse