Best Unpolluted Poems
Synthetic is the world we’re living in.
Plastic’s life seems timeless; it can’t replace
nature’s portraits: skies that leave us breathless,
bright swirling leaves, and rustic scenes of grace.
To see gold fields - a rainbow overhead -
how can any person not feel enthralled?
I think of high peaks garlanded by clouds
and wild flowers over our landscapes sprawled.
Technology offers us illusion.
The sham of it I'm often forced to see.
Land, air and waters untouched now seem rare.
Where peace can emanate I long to be!
I want to be where silence reigns over me,
so I close my eyes and imagine this:
a blossom on an unpolluted pond,
I float, unclothed and free, in lotus bliss.
Categories:
unpolluted, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The residents will soon be moving.
There is lots of miscellaneous and
still useable items.
Some old growth redwoods
and fishable seas, some
breathable air
and unpolluted shores,
bargains galore so
don't hesitate
to make an offer.
All prices are negotiable
and everything must go.
Saturday, from 9-5, please,
no earlies.
Earth, the nearest cross-street
is Milky Way.
Categories:
unpolluted, allegory, funny, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Skagit River, wild and scenic,
Carrying salmon in her flows.
Scattering riches with abandon
Without stopping as she goes.
Crossing international border
With no one to tell her nay.
Man has sought to tame her waters
As she goes her merry way.
When her mood is mild and tranquil,
Lovers picnic on her beach.
When her bosom swells with anger,
High her rage and far her reach.
Lovely mistress of the valley,
Well we know her worth and might.
Highway to the ancient peoples
Guided by her day and night.
Towns have mushroomed up around her
Taking from her without pay.
May her clear and life filled waters
Ever unpolluted stay.
By Joyce For Brian's contest won hm
Categories:
unpolluted, nature
Form:
Rhyme
The ever present sound of a
diesel
Going through its gears
Is the steady beat and constant
rhythm
He’s known for many a year
And it’s the lullaby that late at
night
His mind still longs to hear
He still can see those highways
With his inner eye
He can’t forget the visions
Of those unpolluted skies
He still can feel the wind
And hear its tender sighs
Those memories stay inside
and linger
And will until he dies
They’re part of what he’s made
of
They’re forged into his soul
They come from years of
truckin’
And they’re what have made
him whole
©Annette Keller
11/1997
Categories:
unpolluted, courage, dedication, devotion, identity,
Form:
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
Categories:
unpolluted, angst, love, marriage, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Vivid and expanding view
like a landscape painter's canvas
- unpolluted peace
Categories:
unpolluted, nature, peace, places
Form:
Haiku
God`s love for mankind is immeasurable and total,
so also
my love for you is genuine and true , like pink
Diamond which is better than the edible almond.
Sun rises in the east and set westward;rivers flow
out of the mouths of two rocks embedded in the
pacific and tundra,the clouds shower the soil with
water , which makes young plants and seedlings
to sprout out ,breeze blows with soothing effect,
the pores of the skin absorb this coolness; the
nostrils breath in fresh unpolluted air. Birds sing
with mellifluousity as the branches of the trees
clap and dance as the wind whistles along, this
combine music brings sweetness which makes
one appreciate the good work of nature ; Oh!
nature ,love immeasurable ; right from genesis
my love is total not virtual and without blemish.
Though you are weak,sick and dying as I stand
beside you~ wishing! and hoping that you stand on your feet
again,remembering when we walk in the rain on the beach, hand-
in-hand,laughing and smiling soaked with aqua;sitting by the river bank
watching the goodwork of nature.Now I`m waiting!waiting for you toget well,
My love for you is without measure and unique;please!,stand up like a unicorn.
*A measuring Cylinder-is used to measure the volume of liquids and irregular solids.BUT this CANNOT be USED to measure the LOVE I have for YOU(ALL my poetrysoup Friends).
Categories:
unpolluted, care, love,
Form:
Shape
The most adored among women
Your beauty would slay even the strongest of warriors
When you walk,
Even the heavens is intoxicated with your unimaginable beauty
Your smile blooms like the sun rise
I wish there is a word to describe this passion my heart feels for you
Without an atom hesitation i would quickly declare a war against my fears
And declare to you this wonderful feeling that makes my heart tremble without an end.
Indeed upon your dark tanned skin
Lies the most tender and fragile attestation of an unpolluted love.
Surely, i would tell the heavens of your name.
So the angels would intercede on my behalf.
Because i have suffered a myriad of your unadulterated beauty.
An unforgiving feeling maimed by my passion.
A rare and uncompromising desire abandoned by my sentiments.
Perhaps that’s my fear.
BY: PRINCE .I. IKPESU
PRINCEIKPESU12@YAHOO.COM
Categories:
unpolluted, angel, anxiety, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Cinquain
Beautiful
Mountain high prominent and majestic
Fauna and Flora protected eclectic
White cloud silently settling like a moth
Table Mountain and its peerless table cloth
Distant sails of a pleasure boat cruising by
The sound of the waves the seagulls cry
Bright red and yellow of a setting sun
Caressing the horizon when day is done
Winelands stretches of emerald green
Air unpolluted hint of an aroma clean
Sun embracing the vineyards at dawn
Scarecrows security tattered and torn
Rivers lush valleys gardens and trees
Birds serenading the humming of bees
Behold this jewel rare and bountiful
The Cape and its synonym, “ Beautiful “
Categories:
unpolluted, beautiful, environment, nature,
Form:
ABC
Why have stars and why so many?
To remind us possibility is limitless.
Why do stars sparkle like diamonds?
To put desire for beauty in our hearts.
Why do stars come out at night?
To contrast with the darkness in our world.
Why do stars appear like stars?
To show off an illusion.
Why do stars live light years away?
To remind mankind of human frailty.
Why do stars hide from city lights?
To avoid seeing muggers, murderers and thieves.
Why do stars live in the country more?
To be in a clear, fresh, unpolluted sky.
Why do stars even shine at all?
To make a wish as you see one fall.
Why do stars seem to twinkle a lot?
To pinpoint the lucky ones you’ve got.
7/2/18
Categories:
unpolluted, life, stars,
Form:
Free verse
And there she was in all her glory,
Her tail still swishing and glinting,
From her swim. Her fiery red hair
Tossed down her back, staring at me,
She wanted the world to her see.
A piece of seaweed surrounded her tail,
Her authenticity, she wanted to prevail,
She was of no culture she told the press,
She was a gypsy, who traveled free,
Far and wide, to find unpolluted sea.
She was flippant and oh so bold,
She spoke every and any language
Her teeth glistening as she laughed,
Her brilliant green eyes, a heavenly treat
Please, rewind replay and repeat!
Her apparel obviously not apparent,
She brought her hair modestly
Forward to cover her magnificent
Pale full breasts, like flowers in bloom,
Her lips moist, was she expecting a groom?
Cameras were clicking all around
What a treasure we had found,
Then as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone,
A vision appearing to prove she was no fraud,
And who with her charm had us enthralled.
She flipped and dipped her colors surreal
Never tell me a mermaid is is a fable or myth,
She waved from afar, had shown us the truth,
I wondered how did she never get cold,
Sure her merman was waiting for her to enfold!
Categories:
unpolluted, sea,
Form:
Free verse
The voice of Love is gentle seeks your heart to mend
screaming and abusive speech to shield from defend
kindness you have robed in the heart of your Son
whose disciples are collecting all loved old and young
Grant he will the prayers of those seeking peace
those pursuing righteousness and from tyranny release
freedom from what causes harm to walk in Liberty
to find your joy and happiness to vision given see
God has made the promise in which he cannot lie
the hope of everlasting Life in Jesus never die
Love is as strong as Death a seal set on your heart
when you truly know his Love never from it depart
How pleasant it receives you with joy and delight
like the most beloved when standing in his sight
made like the savour so like honey sweet
a song with it's enchantment no other voice can meet
It cannot be compared to anything but God
for he is its source its living waters laud
the fairest of the fair where desire is complete
this is the throne of God on heart it must take seat
The elixir in the goblet intoxication of sweet wine
how the taste and smell and touch majesty divine
unspoiled and unpolluted its embrace is clean
never will mistreat you be violent or mean
To dare to look upon it and in its depths be found
water it does all life and gives fertile ground
without it there's no Light to life where in darkness set
those who follow hatred live in Death forget
Awake awake oh sleeper lift your eyes on High
Love is the only thing we're assured can never die
It holds the universe together exists for all Time
like God we hold its passing memory deeply in our mind
Fall I do in worship beneath its gaze I bow
that into his presence by Son he does allow
to let us stand before him and take us in embrace
when we become like him we will know his face
sources Song of Solomon 8:6-7 Galatians 5:14-25
1Cor 13:12 1John 3:1-6 Titus 1:2
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
unpolluted, allegory, dedication, faith, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
All poems
lamenting starlight
shines reflecting,
a polar of others
unwelcome vim
When soft breezes
Brush my face
I want to know
that unpolluted
celestial objects
will reflect
from your eyes
I need to know
across a chasm
of time, a smile
of tranquility
will greet me
I know none that
will cross rivers
of sweet dream pools
Lapping loveliness,
Moments and minutes
have Channels routed
to blind the soul
as I walk through
forests of shadow
leaves become
still life, upon
my downed breast
I am adrift in
lingered lightning
atoms of the universe
will forever sing in me,
as known as time
as free as death
as I am of the sea
Songs lament
Sadness repents
and no tomorrows
never more promised
darkness unstated nature
that light would hide fear
as darkness cradles
Courage
As sunlight
shows me timed day
the night
unveils timeless stars
Categories:
unpolluted, beautiful, mystery, night, stars,
Form:
Free verse
Enslaving Love
by Odin Roark
An eagle rides the updraft
Peering down at the happenings
Man's best friend wags his tail
Hesitantly
A bouquet of flowers seeks the sun
Amidst relationship's cold-draft unrest
A baby simply close its eyes
Rejecting intrusion on innocence
So goes the conspiracy of the have-nots
Guised in sanguine images of love
How few fight back
Accepting the status quo
As contemporary truth
Families
The worst offenders
Politicians strong second
Bossdom at work, close third
Reality dictates
Agendas rule
And agendas are allegiant
To only their own moi
How insipid grows this weed of mind
A torturous maintenance
Made defeatist by default
Rendering but mulch as offspring
Yet
Some of dumb luck
Persevere
Finding somewhere
Antidotes for poison
Perhaps it's the unpolluted glass of water
The walk along a pristine forest path
Sitting on ancient sand
Ocean waters lapping one's feet
Willingness to drink in nature again
Disallowing today's misanthropic trend
To seduce what's left
For some
The echo is fierce
**** me
**** you
Categories:
unpolluted, love,
Form:
Free verse
My nightmare filled with streaks of saintly garb
rousing the flares of benevolence
and the strokes of compassionate ink
scribbled on to the snow-hued papyrus.
The fields of golden grains unmasked
the unpolluted ecstacy of childlike desires
Simple.
Innocent.
Pure.
Softly swaying as the hammock in the dew air
gently rupturing the laddery pride.
It waves its resilient trunk
then stoops to the god of snow.
And the windows to the soul will tire peeking
and paint instead ashen hopes
Languid.
Reminiscent of pallid hermit
caressing colorless sands,
tranquilly hummed by the songs of a lone shell
under the unambiguous sky.
Compose your poems
now with the sallow ink
on a dustless, ethereal white sheet.
Categories:
unpolluted, mystery, peace,
Form:
Verse