Best Pesticides 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
Categories:
pesticides, earth, environment, fire, pollution,
Form:
Couplet
Adrift in silent tranquillity, admiring a
Backdrop of nature's charm and grace.
Clarion cloudless sapphire skies above
Depict the state of calmness in my mind.
Eyes admire an abundance of blossoming
Flowers, red tulips, lilac lilies and bluebells.
Growing around lush emerald meadows.
Heart is at ease watching robins in trees.
Instrumental echoes of their chirps among
Japanese cherry blossom buds are so fragile.
Kindred spirits of nature entwine with my soul,
Lingering in the harmony of serenity and purity.
Mind is overcome with a sense of sadness.
Numb to the atrocities causing Earth's demise.
Overdose of pollution conflicts our existence
Painful reminders are shown through disasters
Questioning the actions of global leaders
Reluctant to change their imperialistic needs.
Secretly increasing their imperialistic desires.
Trying to fool us, whilst abusing our habitat with
Unjust behaviours destroying the ecological system.
Vegetation covered in pesticides genetically modified, yet
World is still full of poverty, hunger and drought with
Xenophobes increasing injustices for minorities.
You can only strive for global betterment, by
Zealously fighting the mental process of humanity.
Categories:
pesticides, angst, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Abecedarian
One hundred million years on Earth
There's no accounting for our worth
Without our quite amazing powers
there would be no trees or flowers
The Earth would be a barren place
No flowers to, your borders, grace
No cereals to make your bread
and keep your teeming millions fed
We've worked our magic without fuss
but now, it seems, you're killing us
Your all consuming need for more
has brought us to extinction's door
Your pesticides have done their worst
Our decline can't be reversed
Because of them we cannot breed
but you don't take the slightest heed
When we're gone most plants will die
and YOUR extinction will be nigh
Without us to pollinate
mankind will have sealed it's fate
It's too late now, the damage done
The end of 'Apis' has begun
All life on Earth brought to its knees
and all because you killed the bees
Categories:
pesticides, environment, insect, pollution,
Form:
Verse
The rose was fragile in its beauty,
Its hue the colour of romance novels and warm tea,
But these flowers aren’t flickers of flames in winter,
They were cold,
They were your soulless eyes staring up at me from a casket.
You became the still image of everything you should never have been,
Your hair was too neat,
Your honey blond fragments a solid streak,
It was always untidy,
No wonder you were loved so widely.
You were never a rose,
Never dainty nor small,
Pesticides and gloves were never needed,
You always grew tall.
I could touch you without bleeding,
Your thorns never pierced my skin,
You helped me grow,
But now you’re gone,
No sunlight or rainwater tears will ever bring you back.
When I sit in my garden and I watch the sunflowers turn towards that sun,
It hurts a little less to have lost a loved one,
But now I understand.
Not why you had to die but why you lived,
Your life was a garden of memories and breath,
Of the mellow sun striking the petals of yellow sunflowers,
That was you Cath,
You tilted towards everything bright,
Sunflowers litter my garden now,
A sea of sunshine smiling faces,
You are never dead,
For the blazing memory of you keeps every nook and cranny of my garden alive.
Categories:
pesticides, death, death of a
Form:
Free verse
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Of raw chemical waste and plastic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth is down on her knees
This man made situation is drastic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
In forests they're cutting down the trees
That is affecting everything climatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Clouds of toxic dust travels on the breeze
That causes many to become asthmatic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
More pandemics are coming with disease
The experts are not being overdramatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth will either burn or freeze
Seeing our earth dying is quite traumatic.
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Written on 14th April 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored By L. Milton Hankins
Categories:
pesticides, earth, pollution, river, sea,
Form:
Villanelle
A requiem can faintly be heard
in the springtime breeze
as dandelion's morph from gold
blossoms to a crown of
seeds in downy tufts to begin their
airborne journey to
germinate and recreate with a drive
to survive even the
harshest weather, a plethora of
pesticides, and weeding.
Ah, can not the feminine form be
celebrated in comparison?
As her entourage of suitors lifts her
spirits to soar blissfully
until she establishes that one special
connection that causes
her bloom, that innate ineluctable
calling to mate and procreate.
Though trials, illness, and hardships appear,
future generations ineffably endure
in season's springtime, as love renews life.
May 4, 2016
Animus/Anima--Part 1: Anima - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Definition of anima:
NOTE: Just for the etymology of the word Anima dear, Connie! Anima, Animal, Animation and so on are words that come for the Greek word "Anemos" which in the Greek philosophy meant the divine wind which filled the universe and which wind "anemos" Man breathed in and became "Alive" animated!
-thank you for this Demetrios.
Note: I may have done this contest all wrong?
Categories:
pesticides, flower, metaphor, women, universe,
Form:
Imagism
We forced her into menopause well ahead of her time.
Mother Nature’s prematurely changing and we’ll regret our crime.
We cut off her tresses that once bushed across her land,
polluted her oceans and soiled her golden sand.
Moody and unpredictable her volcanic eruptions flows,
fed a daily diet of plastics, pesticides and GMO’s.
We sweated out her edges and turned her temples gray,
while her hot flashes melt the glaciers that dissolve more each day.
Her skin is dry and arid as she blazes across her earth,
destroying crops and animal life, unyielding, no longer giving birth.
We ravaged her Amazon where green algae and flora once flourished,
only two days shipping while populations starve and many undernourished.
Waken with a splitting headache as earthquakes and tornados roar,
we have become her burden with our excessive cries for more.
Gas emissions have choked her and left her in a daze.
The damage is done, too late before we change our ways.
She is like a bridge as our weight has caused her back to bend
with greed, corruption and the unconscionable conscience of men.
How will humanity survive when Mother Nature has no more to give,
what will become of our children, where will they have to live?
This is a time of urgency, but we have been fore warned.
Her end is rapidly approaching, for “hell has no fury like a woman scorned”.
Categories:
pesticides, earth, earth day, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Upon this world in centuries long past,
Dwelt in woodland glades and pastures fresh,
The spirit of Utopia was cast
By nymphs and faeries in their pristine flesh.
In innocence and truly wondrous ways,
Phantasms of delight would greet the dawn,
And gentle creatures thrived in ancient days,
The phoenix and the lamb and unicorn.
Yet tides would turn and slowly parasitic
Denizens of darkness trod the land,
With sterile minds, their trespass scientific,
Indoctrinating methods came to hand.
Cities sprang on barely distant plain,
Structures towered, spires of steel and glass,
Spreading like a cancer-ridden stain,
Eating each and every blade of grass.
Streets reflected harsh magnesium glare,
Pesticides produced with no delay,
The blackness of a future painted there
With creeping scents of graveyards and decay.
Concrete drowned Utopia to death
And dragged the dreams of legend down as well,
Mother Nature's lungs were starved of breath,
False paradise defined a living hell.
Yet gadgetry malfunctions to a halt
And science on it's own cannot set free,
The heart and soul of man by some default,
It never is enough nor will it be.
Soon nothing moves, a chill breeze starts to blow,
The things that once were great or so was said,
Are drenched in sheets of radioactive snow,
A mortuary world slabbed cold and dead.
What science could have rescued them from this,
What reason of the night seek to undo?
For when one looks into the dark abyss,
The dark abyss looks also into you.
Thus now the graveyard world collapses on,
With screams engulfed in falsified euphoria,
With hopes and dreams redundant, dead and gone,
Comes darkness, death, decay to Robotoria.
Categories:
pesticides, science fiction, world, dark,
Form:
Verse
Golden days of old
when times were hard,
Yet, families did things together.
a ghostly story on the radio to make you scared.
Or maybe if you had a piano
a sing song was heard,
No television in those days
Families talked, today that sounds absurd
Golden days were tinged with sadness
When a person dies much too young.
Medicine wasn't at its height
the young children weren't strong.
Food was not a plenty
yet was organic, as you see
no money to buy pesticides,
so pure fruit and veg for tea.
Card games were the norm
Whist and rummy comes to mind.
Snap for the children to play.
Match sticks for money was used you will find.
No fruit drinks for the children on this day
tap water was what they will have
Adams ale was what it was called
sounded better to the naive.
A bottle of beer for father,
Mam had a cup of tea.
Gran lived with us also
So was a happy family life for me.
As you grow up you remember
the best thing in life were free.
Those happy days were not full of strife
Just wish your family are as happy
As in the golden days of your life.
Penned April 1st. 2015
Tales of her young life as told over the years by my late mamgu (grandmother).
Hope I related them correctly.
Categories:
pesticides, day, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook
bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel.
It would drone along groaning a wooden song;
each night luring the brassy sun ever toward a distant skyline
by soft chattering of cog on cog and mesmerizing clockwork.
Other times I’m haunted by the gritty rasp of stone on stone
and swirling tendrils of fine dust doing a serpentine dance
through heavy air, reaching like so many ghoulish fingers
grasping desperately before dissolving;
coating my memories and that dusty wood-planked floor.
Yesterday I yearned for simpler times when
I would lazily strum my second-hand guitar
from a mossy log in the shade of our old gristmill.
Plucking those plaintive songs of young heartache
or gleefully accompanying cardinals in a nearby thicket.
But today all that remains is corporate.
Steel rollers chain driven by diesel motors.
A dried up creek bed cutting an over-burdened field
of chemical pesticides and fertilizers to grow
everything but food for my soul.
6/3/2018
Written for The Gristmill Poetry Contest
Hosted by Craig Cornish
Categories:
pesticides, environment, memory, music, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Quote: "I shall be like a tree planted by the river"
Amidst the orchard's verdant scene, I stand tall,
Beneath the azure sky, I hear the river's call.
Cherries ripe and red, like jewels they gleam,
Delightful treasures in this picturesque dream
Each blossom to cherry, a journey of sweet delight,
From dawn till dusk, in the soft glow of twilight.
Gentle breezes carry whispers through the air,
Harmony of nature, beyond compare.
"I shall be like a tree planted by the river's flow,"
Juicy fruits my bounty, in abundance they grow.
Kindred spirits, birds of all size and hue,
Lingering, feasting on cherries, fresh and true.
My friends gather 'round, with glee upon their face,
Noshing on cherries, a sweet embrace.
Overflowing baskets, a bounty to behold,
Pleasures of cherry picking, stories untold.
Questing for perfection in each cherry's hue,
Ripe with flavor, each one tried and true.
Seasons bring bounty, no pesticides in sight,
Trust the organic purity, cherries invite.
Underneath the cherry tree canopy, I find solace and peace,
Veiled in nature's beauty, my worries release.
With each passing moment, I learn to thrive,
Xenial with the world, in which I'm alive.
Yearning for wisdom, like leaves in the breeze,
Zealously embracing life's mysteries.
Categories:
pesticides, fruit,
Form:
Abecedarian
Feeling soft soil squishing between my toes
is but one pleasure my garden provides.
I love how its sweet smells engage my nose,
the sunshine, fresh air, and much more besides.
I've never used chemical pesticides
and welcome nature's critters every spring,
from caterpillars to the birds that sing.
Color draws butterflies to sip nectar,
while wild mushrooms create a fairy ring
encircling my placid pool reflector.
(Dizain)
06/10/2020
Categories:
pesticides, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dizain
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees
Are problematic when you work on your knees
While mosquitoes and gnats vex during your leisure
Insects have a way of interrupting our pleasure.
I try to respect insects for us they outnumber
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
They seriously interrupt my outdoor slumber
Some are especially bad in the hot summer.
I will admit that I absolutely detest flies,
Especially when they enter my pristine kitchen
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
I break out pesticides I’m not supposed to mention.
My screens do a great job of keeping them out
Let them live outside in my sycamore trees
But leave me alone when I am out and about,
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees.
[a Quatern]
written January 16, 2022
especially for "Insects Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Angela Tune
Categories:
pesticides, humor, insect, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
(Sing to the tune "American Pie.)
I long, long time ago, I can still remember when,
Junk food made me smile,
And I knew if I had a chance,
That I could make my fatness dance,
And maybe I was happy for a while,
But McDonald's made me shiver,
With every burger they'd deliver,
Bad news on their doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step,
I can't remember if I cried,
When I passed size twenty-five,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day I knocked back French fries.
CHORUS....
So, bye, bye, McDonald's French fries,
Drove my chevy away from McDonald's,
didn't have a bevy,
I said goodbye to whiskey and rye,
Singing no more apple pies,
That's the end of obesity fries....
Did you go to McDonald's biomes?
Did you know you're changing your genomes?
Eating all those pesticides?
Now do you believe they love you guys?
Might as well eat dead flies!
And can you change evolution in real time?
CHORUS.......
I was an obese teenage bronco buck,
Driving to McDonald's in a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day I ate landfill in those French fries...
I started singing bye, bye obesity fries,
Drove my chevy, had no bevies,
And the burgers were dry,
This is the day I knock back French fries.
CHORUS.......
I met a girl who sang the blues,
]She'd passed turning size twenty-two,
I asked her if she ate junk food too,
She just smiled and drove away,
I drove down to the store no more,
Where I ate additives years before,
But the junk food store didn't care anyway...
CHORUS, CHORUS.....
Categories:
pesticides, addiction, food, nostalgia, song,
Form:
Free verse
At McRonald's, you get what you order,
McVirgin burgers from someone's daughter,
Sluts just wanna have fun,
In a sesame seed bun!
Do you want any French fries?
Have some fertilisers and pesticides!
We're not selling these apple pies,
Because we really love you, guys,
Here, more landfill and sulphate dioxides,
Have a nice day today,
Anyone for take away?
All in a plastic sesame bun,
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!
Categories:
pesticides, food,
Form:
Free verse