Pesticides Poems | Examples

Wilting flowers

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 longer able to be muzzled
A type of silent desire for chaos and destruction.
A desire for deforestation.
What started as weeds being plucked,
Turned to mowing down rose bushes.
Muddy boots left on waxed floors,
Destruction on the original wood grain that was once admired by generations.
Floors handcrafted from trees outside of what I wanted to call home.
Someplace silence was peace and peace was expected rather than craved.
Pruned roses left puddles of milkweed
Each droplet going sour the second it fell,
The bitter taste of cyanide leaked out of your pores into its water supply.
Empty plots. Pesticides. Ripped roots.

Too Much of a Bad Thing

Like herbicides and pesticides
and other chemical deterrents advertized
to keep certain foods looking perfect
and free of any blemish or defect
will in time (like any other crime)
increase the grower’s wealth
but decrease the consumer’s health.
The result? World-wide suicides offering
the only sane alternative to suffering.

the poet road

A Poet Road
Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from
a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say
to make it so burning hot?

I`m up early and drive around, stopping and take
pictures of growing plants before the rampant
sun makes them lose all colors.

Then, before I knew it was ten o’clock time to
sit indoors watching the miserable news
and trivial entrainment programs.

The bushfires of terror are something we have to
live with until we learn to clear the undergrowth
and when needed...brutally weed.

I’m thinking of a man who has a small field of
the greenest vines, every day he tends lovingly
his bushes, you see, we should not be too kind.

On the other hand, we cannot poison the land
with pesticides to save a plant we like and
forgetting that all life has its place.

DOUBLE STANTARDS

Here’s the double standard
The goal for someone
To eat healthy is
Not putting pesticides
Steroids, antibiotics
And preservatives in
The food to preserve it
Which is harmful to the
Human body

Toxic

in this world of political pesticides, no flower can bloom

Raining in Summer

I watch my verdant eyes  envious as the botanicals  blossom in a sandstone sunrise glow, 
I am a forlorn figure wandering in my fog of fears, 
I cannot omit my icy turbulent tears, 
Our short saga of passion much like the snow keeps me on the slippery slopes of sorrow, 
Unlike the spring my heart is wary of healing, 
I have tried to evolve like my  kin as their colours modify with the sky,   
But my reckless  resilience sits saturated in puddles of pity, 
I am perpetually a grey shadow lost in winter's chill, 

I sometimes ask the cotton candy clouds to glimmer their cedar joy upon my perils, 
Their intellectual gapes tell me I must find my internal self-love to glide with other stems again, 
I know you're the perilous storm I sowed, but I desire to leave behind our wilting tale. 
I wish to burn these bitter beads of pain, yet like the summer rain, I’m struggling to allow a fluorescent rainbow to shine its rays of hope. 
Instead, I wallow in the equinox between light and dark, 
I fill my petals with pesticides because they resemble you, I wait patiently for this period of despair to depart, as no emotion can linger eternally.

Garden Gnom'Ems

Sittin’ in the sun softly sighin’
Bees buzzin’  butterflies flyin’
Sharin’ their joy with the dandelion
Neighbors wonder why I’m smilin’
Don’t use no pesticides so nothin’s dyin’

John G. Lawless
©5/19/2023

Oh Dandeions

Oh, do torture me sweet Dandelions
Amaze me with your sun like blazing glow
Tease the waking bees of early springtime
To join you in your yellow scented show

Dance among the crab grass and the Jonquils
Question the absent beauty of the rose
Arise from the stony cracks and thorn beds
To fill the air with angels seeking homes

They’ll come with their pesticides and shovels
Attempting to upstage your springtime act
Fail to comprehend your tenacity
The root of your existence still intact

Oh Dandelions, golden crowns of spring
Forever let your golden voices sing

©5/18/2023

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Dandelion Zen

a dandelion
defying the pesticides
mocks the suns brilliance

valiant warriors
salutations to the sun
rooted in the now

John G. Lawless
©2.15/2023

Fireflies

Fireflies face extinction due to habitat loss, light pollution and
              pesticides. What have they done to deserve such callous fate?


                                           "No man is an island"
                           A saying by the English author John Donne






                                                      Fireflies

                          Born underneath enigmatic expanding skies
                          Cuddled by a Blue Planet of emerald and ice.
                          Like a serpentine river of gems silently arise
                          Gliding on gossamer wings evoking surprise.

                          Sparkling rubies wove in the curtain of night
                          Bathed in darkness in sheer ethereal delight.
                          Solemnly await the inevitable ultimate flight
                          Towards soothing rays of love's healing light!









Penned: 02/07/2023
             4:25 p.m.
             N. Las Vegas

A Monarch Butterfly

A monarch butterfly flew past.
I wondered if it was the last
‘Cause they are disappearing fast;
Our world will be much grimmer.

For climate change and pesticides,
Plus loss of habitats besides
Means we are taking giant strides
To make our days much dimmer.

These orange beauties did appear
Like clockwork every single year.
Their loss should make us shed a tear,
With hope, a measly glimmer.

Longanimity

Having waited for long after hard laboring,
Tilling, planting, manuring and irrigating;
Keeping stray animals away from grazing them,
Protecting them from dangers, as though, costly gem; 
Treating the illnesses of better-half who's weak,
Pleasing the moods of kids, who fun and frolics seek; 
Eating sometimes; evading timely food, often,
Pleading the money-lenders their hearts to soften; 
Weeding the field frequently when it's so needed,
Cleansing, spraying pesticides when it's thus weeded;
Drizzles, hailstones and storms visit the fields, betwixt,
Tending the fallen plants, he gets the problems fixed;
Thus, midst mounting temptations and tribulations,
When his hopes reach their zenith of expectations;
Floods unforeseen, when whole year's livelihood destroy,
He stands calm, yet, facing forces of pain and joy...!


15 March 2022

Collapse of All We Know

Wild fires signify the world is burning

Pollution ravaging the seas show the tides not turning,

Pesticides pollute the air and earth and what makes it worse

Is it infiltrates our food supply and puts us all risk,

Yet still the multi nationals want to make it harder still to exist,

By fracking fuel that poisons the water tables and cause quakes

And those who cannot see this are not ing awake,

The planet is overheating as the ice caps melt

And sooner rather than later these effects will be felt,

And meanwhile man keeps driving animals into extinction

If some told about this years ago you would think it science fiction,

And if that’s not enough capitalist, right wing Fascistic governments

Are driving people into food banks causing more homeless people on the street,

So with the collapse of society, the environment and earth

We must start questioning will we get what we deserve,

A planet that we can’t live no longer on because of our destructive ways

The ferryman is coming soon and mankind is going to pay.

Ants

Ants, do not invade my clean warm kitchen, please,
For I fear you are carrying some dreadful, exotic disease
When you find tiny cracks through which to squeeze,
My use of deadly pesticides will exponentially increase!

Written January 29, 2022

Spiders, Ants, and All Kinds of Bees

Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees
Are problematic when you work on your knees
While mosquitoes and gnats vex during your leisure
Insects have a way of interrupting our pleasure.

I try to respect insects for us they outnumber
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
They seriously interrupt my outdoor slumber
Some are especially bad in the hot summer.

I will admit that I absolutely detest flies,
Especially when they enter my pristine kitchen
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
I break out pesticides I’m not supposed to mention.

My screens do a great job of keeping them out
Let them live outside in my sycamore trees
But leave me alone when I am out and about,
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees.

[a Quatern]

written January 16, 2022
especially for "Insects Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Angela Tune

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