Best Smog Poems
northern white clouds rise
each morning, any weather--
sky of morning smog
*For strict Haiku contest
Smog
Nebulous malignancy
Choking the city
Threatening residence; foul fugitive
Fog
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.
mountains sip coffee
from the cup of Thunderbird
smell of gasoline
smog
haiku+a bonus word
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.
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 dewdrops glow
thick, toxic, black puffs billow
smothering smog, go . . .
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
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.
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
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
Serpentine,
sooty smoke floats,
swirls slowly above
shadowed contours
of city smokestacks,
darkening ashen fog,
dimming early light,
poisoning air:
venomous smog.
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
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
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