Environmental Poems - Poems about Environmental

Ponder the old pestles and mortars used at times in apothecaries, older drug emporium quarters. Some of the porous surface was shared by grinding both mortar and pestle ending up in medicines prepared. Do today's microplastics alarm you? Minute particles endanger us all; microwavable repercussions? Whew!...

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Unique Elite swimmer brown, tailless, Pied-billed Grebes can float, dive or simply submerge graceful dark eyes cinnamon tone heard but not often seen rear end feet, lobed toes, poor flier gawky small bird solitary widespread, but rarely seen dramatic silent crash-diver decent patient near to nest bowl I hide in marsh water to capture still clear reflection I wait...

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Saving our only home The world should be clean. The world should be green. Throw the waste in the dustbin. And the world will come one step closer to being clean.  Day by day it is getting worse and dirtier.  Holding up the pain of being untidy The earth carries a lot of people.  The earth wanted to be a planet where humans...

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Kicked at it, thought it was just another cigarette butt half-buried in street slime— but it was a small, dead moth, wings crushed, soft dust sticking to my rubbery shoe. ...

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Why do those planes Paint lines in the sky, Leaving grey toxic trails, Leaving us wondering why? ...

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Our lasting legacy lies not, In the towering stone structures, But in, The forests we nurture, The oceans we safeguard, and The skies we keep pure. ...

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In shopping centres, bright and wide, Where our dreams can fly and glide, We wrap our hearts in things we've bought, Forgetting stars, by city lights caught. Yet, whispers of change might find their way, As people stand up, by the ocean's spray. Our Earth, they say, is worth more than play, A future where green and blue can stay. We must think...

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Once a vibrant tapestry, a verdant dream, Now scars of silence, where forests used to gleam. The symphony of life, its vibrant song, Replaced by silence, where something went wrong. Majestic giants, fallen and bare, Whispering ghosts, haunt the barren air. Rivers choked with waste, a poisoned flow, Life's precious essence nowhere left to go. The air we breathe, a tainted embrace, A choking...

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environmental lies specter dust that rises crystalline form such ~ glistening drops rain frozen rainfalls snowflake falls dissipates waters ~ collectively dust frozen drops of rain falling to the ground falls snow 1/8/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024...

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The spirit of love was flowing in the air but all of a sudden it disappeared when the birds sitting on the fence spread filth on the cars parked in the garage. They say that it’s a symbol of luck for those that believe in miracle spewing out of the environment gut. The wind is...

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They're played but a ridiculous role, Rather giving the thing a long pole: I tell you bleeding many a heart: One could see their billions in a cart! At the cities' garbage glances stole, Their hearts quite hard the blackest charcoal: That's never a way to in wealth bask, Leaving what partly should be one's task. To who wants them to make it...

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I sat by the dewy morning grass, as a robin drew scrawls in the air with her melodious voice. The sun's gaze prickled my skin, as the breeze twirled between evergreen leaves of a Willow tree. Chilly water flowing beside my feet, we raced each other in the rocky springs, sitting by the bank to compare the rocks we’d seen. Drenched in...

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So quickly, everything changed Nothing feels the same Our creation has been transformed As nature is now different Rivers are tainted with toxic rainbows Skies are empty of flying birds Toxic chemicals traveled miles across borders An estimated 43,700 animals are dead All in 5 miles from the chemical burn site Why, oh why, didn't they cool the train And transfer these...

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In the land of the inherently interesting, I sit above and watch the vastness of this divine story. Where spirits live in moving clay, and the clouds above pregnant with anticipation, and the green below our feet sings the beauty of a jealous lover. Where the head rules the heart, and love is for the dead... and the rush is now succumbing...

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High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation My comrades and I hereby present our observations In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt We see no other course but to revert to our former ways For if not, our future will soon dwindle to...

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