Best Polluted Poems


Premium Member Diluted To Polluted

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

Polluted Ignorance

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
© Paloma P  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Polluted Planet

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!


Premium Member Polluted Heart

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

The Mainstream Is Polluted

'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

Polluted

River left High Peaks 
drank too much mill-wheel-squeak and
 threw up in the sea
© Dc Bursey  Create an image from this poem.


Polluted From the Influence of the Outside

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.

Premium Member Over Polluted Rivers

~ 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

Polluted Mind

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)

Polluted On the Inside

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

What I'M Doing In Polluted Eastern Cape

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
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

When the winter speaks

When winter speaks to us speechlessly,                                                  The whole world is very beautiful,                                
 Workers' work all day and night sleeplessly,                                        And loves the long hours of night bountiful.                   
                                                                                                                     When the winter speaks to us soundlessly,                                               The vast landscape can be stunning,                                                            It makes snow mountains and frosty forests endlessly,                       And offers a variety of activities like skyrunning.          
                                                                                                                       When the winter speaks to us silently,                                                          It brings many holidays and festivals,                                                    Which is beautified by christmas and new year,     ,                                The new year invites new resolutions several.                       
                                                                                                                    When the winter speaks to us softly,                                     
 Its air is pleasant and less polluted,                                                          When temperature drops it decreases allergies mostly,        
And offers a variety of ways to make cool wind. 
                                                                                                                      When the winter speaks to us in silence,                                       
It is the beginning of the marine season,                                                        I love the winter's deep fragrance,                                                                                    It changes the world around us for reason.

Not Refuted Was Polluted

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
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Polluted

I confess…
This city is the reason why cancer exists 
I tend to build buildings too high 
And you burn too much coal,
Thinking every room needs to be warm

So I confess…
My lungs are beginning to feel the toll 
I feel trapped
And you have hidden every key possible 
Believing that I won’t be able to see deceit through smoke 

I know rain isn’t supposed to feel like this 
But we are the reason it has no regard for preservation;
Our skin isn’t supposed to burn like this 
We along with this city will dissolve into each other 
The ground isn’t supposed to shake like this
Maybe we will fall through the cracks 

I confess…
We will disappear as the sun did years ago
I am simply waiting 
And you, you have been hiding beneath ignorance
Hoping that we will have a place to go after all of this is done

So I confess…	
I stopped planning for the future the day the sun refused to come back
I forgot how to love as soon as the color of the leaves began to turn in summer
I knew my mind became infected the day the water became contaminated

I confess… 
This isn’t the first time that I have damned a city

Polluted Spirit

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

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