Environment Poems | Examples of Environment Poetry

A void within me calls wanting only what I've never had, but I've always seen. The taste of a possession so illegal, It's to die for. as literal and figurative as the jaws of the idea itself surrounding and consuming me. Oh, I've seen it. The ecstasy of true bliss multiplied only their best moments. The promise of nostalgia and a feeling of home. An easiness...

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Swirling smoke and tobacco cheeks; leave no glass on the patio. Plastic water bottle filled to the gills with butts. children don’t care - off in their own world. generation gap is apparent as one grows old. Young will carry on. What will the world be? I breathe, I sigh, I hold my breath; eventually, I inhale secondhand smoke, and try to reach, teach, inspire these kids, but I...

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What if our planet is sentient In ways we don’t understand And we by out actions have Upset events it had planned, Brought forward change By hacking down the trees, And Interfering in many ways That just didn't please. On a body the size of a planet We are just like irritant fleas, Or maybe to be considered As an invasive skin disease. Perhaps a period...

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I gaze at sun drenched mists deliriously stunned by rippling echos of wistful sand dune swirl grains where spring flames shed twilight on love’s quaint misty shore...

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Today I have no counsel. No mouthpiece carved from conscience, no briefcase of softened truths, no evidence to prove innocence. Just me— the accused, standing in the ribcage of a collapsing courtroom, where the gavel echoes like a gunshot in a cathedral. But I will speak in a voice stitched from landfill smoke and the static of forgotten warnings. Because this is about honour....

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Worm sliding round back of house, Met, by chance, tiny soft mouse, "How's all that dating stuff? Dating the one is enough, Worms stood the test of time, Power to all our slime! Worm love keeps us forever young, Hermaphrodites have the most fun!"...

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No time to be on the fence, our stressed Earth wants more dedication to her defense. Weeping for her is not enough, join the environmental cause, we must be tough. The world's children to elderly, doing something about pollution, climate change, it's a priority. Save wildlife and humans for their rising, from our collective humanity, our globe needs reviving. The youth of us should inherit, an ecologically sound...

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I carry a house upon my back, A fragile frame of dreams and stone. Its windows cracked, its timbers black, But still I walk, and still alone. Each wall is built from words unsaid, From nights I stitched with fraying thread. Its roof is shingled with the dread Of all the tears I never shed. I pass through valleys, rivers wide, This house sways...

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A gull glides slowly Through the cloud-grey sky No sign of hurry, No hint of worry Content thus to fly. Dramatic contrast To the traffic down below Human hurry Human rush As though its sinful To go slow. Maybe somehow In a very little while I’ll let time take Its gentle course And gull-like Peaceful go. ...

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There is a garden between my ribs, A hidden place the world can't see. It blooms in silence, softly lives, A patch of green inside of me. I never chose the seeds it sowed, They came from storms I couldn’t flee. Each broken word, each heavy load, Took root beneath my shattered sea. It grew through cracks, it pierced my bones, With petals made...

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My old husband, married so many times, making a big giant army with his loves. Loves that must follow all his rules, or he will cause them to feel blue. My old husband, has a way of making everyday a special day, that makes me chuckle, with his attention to detail. My old husband, is such...

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Wilted flowers Wilted flowers lie in empty fields Days pass as flies scour, Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten. The sun flickers as each minute weans by An empty shell of you left in bloody waters. A quiet silence crowding the space your words claimed. The once blooming pedals, scorned by your nectar. Craving the burn you bring into my veins; no...

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The world is bleeding, Yet it seems no one seems to care. Oh it’s been going on for quite, sometime it gets so people seem to walk on by shake their heads and stare. Centuries, years, months even days, have brought us all to the state we are in. With all the paths to lead us to...

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I walked where the trees don’t speak— yet somehow, I heard everything. The wind and the trees held secret meetings, and the leaves nodded in agreement, like spectators dressed in green. The waters didn’t rush— they marched steadily down the riverbank, telling stories in ripples— of rain that once fell, and mountains they had kissed on the way. The sun appeared, golden and gentle. Snakes and lizards...

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Why does the sky keep falling — but never fall? Each dusk a slow descent, yet it never shatters. How do planets remember the path their fathers walked? No traffic signs, whatsoever! yet still, none collides with the other. Why do clouds — swollen and quiet — give birth to rain, already full-grown, ready to kiss the earth? Who whispers to the raindrops which road to take? Which village...

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