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
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
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!
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
'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
River left High Peaks
drank too much mill-wheel-squeak and
threw up in the sea
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.
~ 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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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