Enviroment Poems - Poems about Enviroment

"How about it daddy," show me the way, how you roll that paper, you make it slay. "How about it daddy," you smell so funny, is that the reason, you look so crummy? "How about it daddy," you sleep all day, you seem so grumpy, I think you should pray. "How about it daddy," Is it true what mommy say, that you love smoking, more than you love yahwey. ...

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Dear Rain What to say about you! sometimes you're sin of first love, sometimes you're the reason to hide tears. Have someone ever asked about you? Have someone asked why you're sad or the reason to shower love today? Have you always been happily showering or you drained out the sorrows of your? I know no one has ever asked you this? as people...

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When the Boston Fern drops her last frons, and the wind simmers down to a purr, and the yellow jacket bites it’s last victim, and the hound groans alone in the woods. When leaves blanket malachite moss’, While the geese fly in militant form, The babbling brook in its glory, Silvery slivers of ice passes on. Candles reflect frosted windows, Fire...

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Time demands ever People apply ruler hardest Stunting life..desires.!...

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My dear Grandma alive and kicking on this sunny day modern medicine and miracles of science life is a balance between old and new extremist aggressions replaced by rational transitions not the end only Zen...

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time goes by one hundred years man goes on surrounded by fears learn ? no he did not he took on a fools role and suffered a lot now he walks the earth, a barren place void of life ,such a disgrace colors are all gone ,now its just grey nothing like the ambience of my day animals are extinct ,or few...

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The mighty dragons which came roaring on that fateful night took great pride in disintegrating everything in their sight Nothing was left that was not scorched by their flame although to the fire-breathing dragons it was all but a game No trees were left standing and nay grasses retained green it took three and a half years for the streets to scrub clean There was no building...

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Something happens at this time of year - drifting, changing as months go by: heat becomes cold, light to dark, time melts like falling snow, words float in white mist. Feet stomp, scarves wrap, skin covered from air, chill....

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A father who constantly moans at you and puts you down all the time. An absent mother living with her lover see's you on the weekends. You listen to him putting her down you listen to her with her new found Older sister mentally ill, father moaning about the bills Anxiety and fear a broken family From one home to the...

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