Best Smog Poems


Sky of Morning Smog

northern white clouds rise
each morning, any weather--
sky of morning smog


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Smog

Smog
Nebulous malignancy
Choking the city
Threatening residence; foul fugitive
Fog

Days of Smog

Days of Smog

Do you remember the days of Smog,
Smoke filled Novembers in Fog.
Today you would not believe,
A time when we could not breathe.

Thick Air, not fit for Man Nor Dog.
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.


Smog

mountains sip coffee
from the cup of Thunderbird 
smell of gasoline

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Smog

The atrocity of greed has never reached so high;
The morality of man has never plunged so low.

For who but greed-fueled man would commit such an act,
forcing vanguards to poison what they were born to protect?

Across the sea, the souls of trees weep;
Into our lungs, the stink of death creep.

The Air We Breathe

Inhabitants are real
Facing great threats
Weighing on mother earth's future
Its effects and consequences
Even better halt it
Consume more, always more

The detriment of nature
Destroyed as an easy option 
The soil is poisoned
Lands are sliding
Rain forests are reduced 
Drastic effects for dims
Contagion of air

Exhaust fumes from arrogant holes
The burning of fossil fuels sings along
Harmful and deadly acid rain
Radiation spills and drills
Nuclear accidents such sudden
The air flares corpses
Photochemical smog dances

Water droplets
They mandate tears
Say sad to aerosols
Beloved refrigerants
Sincere solvents
And majesty burning fossil fuel
Why?


Star-Lit Smog

. . . star-lit dewdrops glow

                           thick, toxic, black puffs billow

smothering smog,  go . . .

Smog

Can we even call the s*** we breathe air?
The thick and poisonous smog
Fills your lungs
Fresh air is a precious treasure
For the world now
Oxygen: a rare encounter
In the city
Children coughing when they inhale,
Pollution and smoke enter your nose,
Fills your chest, and then your blood
And you cough and gag,
And choke on the smoke
© Alex Brown  Create an image from this poem.

Morning Smog

suffocating,
sooty smoke
swirls silent,
serpentine;

coils around,
hisses above
crude contours
of blackened
smokestacks;

strangles the air,
dims morning light,
darkens ashen fog:
toxic smog.

Premium Member In My Soul

When I was a teenager
Nothing seemed to be fair
So I rebelled
And I dyed my hair

It was as black as a moonless Halloween night
Which echoed my spirit to my poor parents fright

My days spun listlessly in an endless slog
My core boiled and bubbled up
infected soup of smog 

Throughout my journey many feelings lingered
Handicapped by sensations 
my life it hindered

Weak and fragile
Consumed with the pain
Inadequate and hopeless
An incessant drain

But something was brewing deep down within
A burst of emotions
But where to begin?

A jumble of words spat onto the page
Some words were woeful and some were pure rage

Allowing stanzas to unravel 
I let the rhymes and verse unroll 
For I found passion in my heart
Amid poetry in my soul

The World Is Healing From Coronavirus

The World Is Healing From Coronavirus


We hide smiles behind the facemask
In cold wind virus spread in open spaces 
A touch could turn into a snafu touch
As noise turns into silence

Mother earth is breathing
The way we look at it
It is rebuilding and helping us to retrace
The whip-like tail, we inflicted 

It released its own antibody
An infective agent to restore its system
Sad to say, we are the aim of the attack
Which gives an end to human capacity

Yesterday was gloomy, saying that sky is sick like us
The well-wishers and care help regain one’s strength
Then we welcome each day a sunny day
To picture the sky as happy light blue yonder

The birds gracing the garden again
I can see the blue and clear sky overhead
Less travel in the land, sea, and air
Clearing smog that hangs over the city

Family members once again bonded
In this sad scenario, everyone prays
To be able to reconnect again 
With a tender smile, touch, and cozy talk

We pray that all return to normal soon
Keeping in touch means so much to us
Take care for we still need to grow old
It is a commitment to creating more memories together

Written: March 18, 2020

Snaky Smog

Serpentine,

   sooty smoke floats,
      swirls slowly above
         shadowed contours 
            of city smokestacks,
         darkening ashen fog,
      dimming early light,
   poisoning air:

venomous smog.

Fog of Voices and Beasts

Fear is an all-consuming fog 
Consuming shining rays of hope and light 
Eyes trapped shut in this ash-filled smog 
Voices of mania are heard at night 
From the kingdom of media in fright   
Some go to the beasts to be prey 
Wrapped in questions, wanting to see the day 
Led by rulers in this Black Death 
May the wind blow this fog away
The wind of the sun’s holy breath


Date of poem: January 20th 2023
Contest: Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Contest's Sponsor: Sotto Poet

The poem I’m pregnant with -4

And those forever on the run,
Vain like rain ‘pon a verdant wood
Lush with leafy weeds wildly grown.

Or early morning’s fog in haze,
Gossamer gauze in its sheer mood
That vanish in lingering laze.

Or take a sun, rising nigh late
From behind tall hills like a hood,
That sets, ere entering my gate

Imagine a mid-summer’s breeze
Bare before I have had it good,
And faces doldrums’ sudden freeze.

Poems all, I was pregnant with
Once ‘pon a time, but now to brood
And miscarried nigh oh like a myth. 
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Reflections |12.03.2026| breeze/wind, fog, sun, woods/weeds, tercet

Premium Member Affirmation of Love

Affirmation of Love
David J Walker

Learning to say I love you
In one of the languages that
We both think we understand 
Left wondering in the after actions
If the words were weaker reflections
Left hanging heavy in the air like smog
I am the one left smugly in the fog
Of wrong interpretations
Missing the inflections of permissions
That should be left to better judgments
Then I can make in the passion of 
The moment
“I love you” is packed with phrases 
And paragraphs and pages of a 
Lifetime together
They are all we have to say it
In a life dedicated to affirmation

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