Best Polluted Poems
Christmas Day will never be the same
Whilst companies who will only think gain
It's charms now diluted
Commercially polluted
Frankly, the fat cats are solely to blame
Categories:
polluted, anniversary, funny
Form:
Limerick
It rained rose red blood as
overwhelmed skies wept
in disbelief as to the dastardly
depths humankind had fallen,
as jazz hands ignore the signs\
of ignorant garbage tripping
an earth in retrograde dumps
mindlessly burying an epic fail
mid plastic strewn parking lots,
paved of filthily neglected density,
shrouded 'tween polluted disregard
Categories:
polluted, anger, conflict, cry, destiny,
Form:
Elegy
Cosmo's watchful eye
Observes every crime of Man
Due retribution *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 June 2018
*Yesterday,was the World Day of the Environment and the Secretary General of the United Nations declared that till 2050 the Oceans will have more plastic than fish!
Categories:
polluted, environment, pollution,
Form:
Haiku
POLLUTED HEART
Thirsty soil parches in scorching summer
Sucks liquid crystal drops of sparkling rain
Stores in deep aquifer pure groundwater
Brought to surface, pure it doesn’t remain
From humans contaminants it obtains.
Lone heart freezes in the dark of winter
Blooms in joy when colors of spring enter
Weaves tapestry of pristine love within
Abused by black mist of lust it welters
In polluted heart love stops to flow clean.
April 1, 2018
Syllable count: 10 each line
Rhyme : ababb ccdcd
Categories:
polluted, analogy, heart, love, pollution,
Form:
Dizain
'Hey, over here! '
Said the road less followed
'Here is the antidote,
For the lies you have swallowed.
It's not your fault,
Your instincts were diluted,
You were thinking from the Mainstream,
Which is deeply polluted.
The lies in this stream,
Will not keep you afloat,
Heavy untruths have been jammed
Down your throat.
Banksters, Media Hounds, Pharmaceutical lice
All swimming in lies
Screaming 'take my advice'
Backpaddle and see it,
For all that it's not,
This poison will blind you,
Free thoughts left to rot.
Turn off your tv,
Pull out the plug,
Stop reading the news,
Stop taking their drugs.
Pick up your book,
And rest your back on a tree
The world wide webs in nature
Will return you to simplicity'
A smart little cookie
Was this road travelled not,
A timely reminder
Of what logic forgot.
Ruby Honeytip
Categories:
polluted, adventure, drug,
Form:
Couplet
River left High Peaks
drank too much mill-wheel-squeak and
threw up in the sea
Categories:
polluted, earth, environment, water,
Form:
Haiku
My brain has been polluted from the influence of the outside. Thoughts are mixed, like emotions—Diluted over time.
In a land far-far away, yet a time not so distant, I remember when I had my own beliefs; driven from conviction.
As the clock kept moving forward my mind began to wander. The blueprint of my life resembles that of new construction—Constantly changing to suit the task at hand.
As people came and went, I absorbed their toxins while testing many waters which caused my pupils to dilate towards the direction of my peers—Leaving me wide eyed and all alone yet stuck in a crowd—Where I once reveled in the attention and left an impressionable mark, feeling as if I was an inseparable part. I polluted many. I was an in-the-moment infectious type. A disease of happy good ole me, being me without giving it a thought; this was youth. Free in my own skin not questioning the vibe. Just becoming. Simply following course and expanding it with a huge grin from cheek to cheek.
A rhythmic drum beat constantly kept me on this path. A quest, a journey; for happiness. A time in my life that I wished to last forever. At one point came to an inevitable end.
Although that has demised due to the destruction of my past. It remains in my veins. There's no doubt it will last and hasn't officially left or even passed. However, I can guarantee it passed onto another young lover with sparkles in his eyes. If only I knew him, would he say thanks or hi? Did I pollute him or did he pollute me—From the influence of the outside?
- 3/01/14
Edited -5/01/17
This poem is about music festivals. And to reference a few locations and venues I have experienced. I will recognize Harmony Park in Albert Lea Minnesota, Wakarusa in Lawrence Kansas and Bonaroo in Tennessee...To all these amazing adventures I gratefully encountered, I will not ever be able to duplicate the exact same events as the settings and lineups are forever changing as new replaces old and change happens. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
Categories:
polluted, anxiety, deep, fun,
Form:
Prose Poetry
~ To the melody of
Over the River
and through the Woods ~
Over polluted rivers
and fire-ravaged woods
To pay last respects
to Nature we go
We see many birds ailing
and chipmunks a-wailing
Downed power lines
crackling, you know...
So, we've canceled our journey
and now we're returning
It's already started to snow
It if gets any deeper
it'll kill the Spring creatures
and that'll be the final death-blow
Categories:
polluted, animal, bird, fire, nature,
Form:
Lyric
Polluted mind
I read a little but many forget
I lost my memory earliest…..
The dustbin of my mind,
I’m not disposing
Unwanted remembrance
Why not going….
The thing that I want to forget
But some factor is there
Stopping everywhere…….
What is solution that
I’m trying to find…….
What is the fact?
Polluted my mind…..
Ashumit k.v.
21/3/2016
(India)
Categories:
polluted, absence, anxiety, depression, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
She was polluted on in the inside,
tainted from thoughts of suicide.
Infectious diseases had arrived,
only contamination survived.
Her toxicity had become contagious,
as her madness became outrageous.
She wore an illness that wouldn’t heal,
and impurity is all she did feel.
She felt dirty like a foul water,
she once was the prodigal daughter.
Now she was corrupted and unclean,
But to me she was a friendly fiend.
Unsanitary thoughts resided in her mind,
for she was poison and love combined.
Sullied from childhood rash abhor,
though it’s her I’ll always adore.
It’s not her fault she was contaminated,
it’s the way she was accidently created.
She wore ebony wings instead of white,
and savored darkness instead of light.
There were reasons for her torment,
her happiness had always been dormant.
She once was beautiful and kind,
her constellations used to be aligned.
Though she was sick I’ll always love,
now she rests gently up above.
No longer polluted on the inside,
made clean from committing suicide.
Contamination Contest
April 8, 2018
Categories:
polluted, sister, suicide,
Form:
Couplet
I
Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day
Through this time here, I must turn senses away
From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes"
And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes!
II
For inspiration, I must remember to look up also
Clouds always yield forms, names, games galore
And away from plastics, pollution ... naturally
Trash trucks come each Wednesday; ignored outstandingly
III
To each clump of Acacia; hail beaten patch of cacti;
Sole tree that comorants dry their wings on, daily
And note how Nature, Life, does not quit ... growing
As we must: quiet lotuses in fens with slime ... flowing
Categories:
polluted, animal, appreciation, beauty, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Not Refuted Was Polluted
What they said and can never be refuted;
Air and entire environment was polluted;
Here and there;
Also everywhere;
What we need to do is have it diluted.
Jim Horn
Categories:
polluted, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Just a polluted spirit
Still afloat
Still free
You've shaken
You've rattled
You shattered me
You've torn
You've pushed
You've battered me
I'm still free, oh, I'm still free
This is me, oh, this is me
But I've embraced the insanity
Thought my life would end
But I took it in my hand
Guided it
Mangled it
Turned it around
Took the bad
And took the evil
Didn't let it bring me down
I'm still free, oh, I'm still free
This is me, oh, this is me
Overcame constant fear
All worn but not broken
Come out a better man
A free mind
A free soul
A free person as a whole
Going to live
Going to die
Going to be still free
This is me, oh, this is me
Free to be, oh, free like me
Categories:
polluted, blessing, cheer up, corruption,
Form:
Lyric
I pondered what I could write of
As I looked around this world,
For everywhere I looked I saw
Wrong things get done by man.
Big banks…like men… display their greeds,
And polluters still pollute,
Police brutality still shows
On streets we all walk on.
And murderers keep taking lives,
Be it women, children, men
And guns appear where guns are not
Even supposed to be.
Racism should be in the next
Olympics, wherever run,
So it can be defeated too…
Never be known again.
Covid-19 is just the start
Of diseases yet to come
That will affect our animals
And fruits that grow on trees.
And if we let Covid mutate,
Could it get in oceans’ fish…
Get in our waters… even in
The waters that we drink?
Our plastic bottles we throw out
Get dumped into our oceans,
As plastic fibers from washed clothes,
So very tiny threads.
Oh, my, the things that we observe
When we in truth look to see,
Without sunglasses in daylight
Or by a silver moon.
We love our earth, or so we say,
But, Earth knows well what we do
To it and all that makes it up
As we live life each day.
The wrongs and sins that all men do,
Run wildly through them daily,
Like emmets running “round” their nests
All work and little play.
From kings and queens, on to the pope,
Factory owners belching smokes,
Jet pilots, sailors, car drivers,
We all must bear some blame
For pollutions that we all put
Into the earth every day…
And mother earth will one day shout
Out loud… “enough ‘s enough”.
America for long time now
Has changed its “In God We Trust”…
To “In Us We Trust”, fallen down…
Can’t lift itself back up!
W.C.Hull © 2020-8-6-H1448-2558-I52-K52-26
Categories:
polluted, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
Discolored ,broken sea-shells
scattered through an unprestine sand,
while those sea-gulls feast on wiggling fish;
remainants of what once was
life tossed ashore:
where the observant
wasn't clement
as if they serve no purpose...
Polluted beach, where folks bake
confidently in the sizzling heat,
not far from discarded and
stenching beer bottles;
it is the perfect oasis
of a compulsive drunken
who drank excessively
regardless of a ban!
Is he that beach bum who sleeps and eats
in a tent made of different materials like silk?
I gaze around this untidy place,
and to the right a gorgeous town
awakens to sound,stretching out to the busy bay
guarded by a white-wash light-house
as that police helicopter thrusts itself
through a nebulous athmosphere,
hiding from its limited sight
the blinding solar light...
Yesterday, the gray-winged swans
bathed in soft-rolling waves;
they jolted when they heard
the children's screams
while the splashing,salt water
got in their excited pupils:
it certainly was
an unexpected surprise...
I imagined to be the boldest captain
when this harbor brought in ships
for a long stay,giving sailors
a chance to roam in town
to find romance:
until their stamina wore off,
forgetting about the guilt
or the vows they solemnly took...
I greeted the park ranger
with a cordial good-morning,
he responded with warmth;
he carried his wide,green hat
in his right swinging hand
and gladly smiled while sweat
ran down his shiny,shaved head!
He continued his long walk by scanning
with his vigilant eyes: everything
from bridges to shore...
Polluted beach,where I couldn't
lie down and idle away
my worry-free afternoon;
it's so strange to see weeds grow on it,
and people still spread their long towels
like they had run out of places to tan!
I'll find another beach
cleaner than the one I've seen,
without the annoying bugs
that make me itch...
Categories:
polluted, nature, places, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme