Environment Poems | Examples of Environment Poetry

Strolling upon the shore at night, cavorting crabs come into sight. White-capped waves kiss the sultry shore, whisper nothings in gentle roar. Digging clams discover their holes, hiding away within the shoals. Starfish affirm their right of place, disappearing without a trace. Treasures blossom on cooling sand, aglitter in a patterned strand. Tiny rivulets run their course returning to their common source. Mysterious as it may be, I...

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Woodsmoke, Laughter, and Warmth Sunlight slanting through pines, the creak's cold whisper, a child's echo of laughter. Bare feet on smooth stones, slick with moss. Ankle-deep in melted snow, a shiver on the skin. The taste of distant winter, sharp and clean. Splintered light on the water's surface, a fleeting mirror of a girl's wonder. Flickering flames, a circle of warmth, faces I know by heart. The...

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Small, Unctuous frog, Squatting on his lily pad, Only yawns to eat. -------------------------------------- Gaudy cherry trees, Fearful of a rising wind, Grip their blossoms tight. -------------------------------------- The stream's headwaters Have not yet seen the valley; Nor we yet Heaven. -------------------------------------- ...

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Do not stare in unbelief Or marvel at the moment of a miracle Rather stand in complete relief That energy has shown itself completely In metamorphic perfection Metamorphic elements in pure perfection Evolve and become the seeds The next stage of evolution Be not in a state of amazement But content in each moment of the process ...

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A young crow carries them- selves meticulously, screening their surroundings. Too wary to engage with others, but always so observant. A golden jewel shines in a parking lot corner. Tempting the young crow’s eyes. Their bill clutches on, fragile by nature, it breaks. Glass shards pierces their tongue, blood cascades on- to the concrete as the jewel dismantles. Remnants of...

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Roosters' morning calls like screwdrivers undoing dream twisted people....

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Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation For intimacy and hope Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes As compatriots to the morning Air With guitar strums and high notes Truth be told Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird And not particularly Pretty Brown and gray as a mound of dirt Chirpy jerky punk band And they have no problem with crowding out From...

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The water inundates the houses and the towns. Washing all the beauty to an ugliness of brown. Homes are ruined, with memories loss, by heavy drowning-floods. Nasty and distasteful times, swallowed, up in muds. Yet, in tragedy is beauty for brotherhood is there. A loving, sacrificial braveness permeates soaked air. People stretch to take great risks in saving human lives. And those...

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A clash between two atoms. An explosion — the Big Bang. And so it began: with an eruption. A cry of fire. A chaotic dance of matter. A beginning born of rupture. How could it have been otherwise, when creation itself began with conflict? And here we are— millions of years later— on a planet of conflict. A whirlwind of forces, an endless struggle between people, between ideas, between...

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From the rising sun in the east To casted shadows after dark in the west, Our tribal marked faces show, A timeless story, aglow. Seasons come and go, Hiding shades and dimmed sparks. Beneath the sprawling swamps, Cornering meandered mangroves, Our roots run deep, Anchored in attires of legacy. Our heads see without light, Guided by old wisdom unspoken. Truth and strength wrap us, Like leaves hiding the...

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Lots of species were extinct The areas they occupied Aroused a human hunting instinct To the extent a bit too high Even the turtles couldn’t survive Galapagos became the grave Poor humans want to thrive They want this and that, and crave For the best they can afford Of the worst they can accept Reasoning is what they’ve got Most reflective do reflect What they...

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JULY SEARING SWELTERING Heated hot placement boils torrid; Desert a blazed atomic fire; Summer hot breath balmy pungent; Searing aromatic spiced boils; ~ Summery canicular toasty; Seething is fervent fiery; Heated hot placement boils torrid; Summer hot breath balmy pungent; ~ In this muggy sizzling fervid Scalding warm glowing July day 7/30/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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A slow and joyous path beneath the skies, Earth holds me close in rooted ground each day, While wind blows cloudy liquid dreams that rise, Islands are adrift in clean clouds that stray. You, wise young Druid, cloaked in ageless green, Stand firm upon the soil where Nature dwells. Limpid and true, your waters flow serene. A gift you give when I...

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Natural things are rarely smooth or flawless as they appear on the surface Smooth fur on skin and curve on wing are rough and jagged underneath Push back against the grain shows true texture within reveals...

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Cyberspace, my blue astral projector I'm not seeking new friends to entertain I dwell in a big celestial sector Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain. Yet, from funny dark galaxies above Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise. The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves To stretch their wings where faery nature flies. A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and...

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