Pollution Poems | Examples of Pollution Poetry

Doomsday’s dismal dawn, in the deep distance, Is our dusk, the diadem of decadence; Daunting and depthless, a dark and doleful dirge Deems this dungeon of demons due for death...

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Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems, You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook, You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book. The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft, Our crow’s...

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A Closing Reflection Is it not true that we look for forgiveness for our feigned ignorance's For the hypocrisies we allowed because they served us? We ask to be forgiven Not because we changed But because we are afraid of what’s coming. As if the Earth were a mother Who always welcomes us home Even when we’ve burned the field. But forgiveness is no longer...

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Its filtering down.' Over the streets and open ground.' From Clouds to fog formation, just forget about coal burnt waste inahalation.' Do not bother with I C E car emissions This is a ( total war condition ) carried out in hidden labs Our ecosystem is now reserved for the slab.' In morgue Unknown?? in slithering and stealth.' Its...

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Low Emission zone disinformation..Is a factor on sinage Thats the situation.' First a magistrate in Bedford flagged Not fine, these signs that have ruined life for many.' Also Wasted so much time.' Yesterday Noel Wilcox, Royally won' At the so named courts in London judgement on veracity I See it had to come.' So now if you've been hit no...

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You’ll kill your only dog because you don’t remember the sound of a bullet like him. The sea rises The sea consumes The sea doesn’t give back You’ll fear a never coming fire after you hear your cousin burnt alive and hide from the smoke you don’t inhale. The sea rises The sea consumes The sea doesn’t give back When you looked...

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Listening through the surrounding trees. Sound of whispers heard from a slight breeze. Cries heard in the distance, as the breeze comforts The leaves. Words joined together while starting to hear, how the leaves Fear the airs no-more clear, feeling for the leaves as-if nobody believes. In a still small voice it whistles an sings. The song of hope lies within the trees, as the...

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Was angry at something Played football Alone among the hiding birds The evening sky Coughing colors Allergic to the grey forms the factories cause My mind lazily grazing upon the festicied crops I guess this is What present looks like No one gives a at all Building skycrapers Above our heads One earthquake, And it all falls.......

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Cow flatus now we start to fear For it poisons our atmosphere As it is global warming gas That from those cow rumens does pass. It adds more to our carbon curse And this issue we can’t reverse, Unless, of course, we eat less meat. Should we forgo this tasty treat To protect the earth’s atmosphere From that flatus that now we fear? ...

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We were all told that this day was coming, when we'd no longer hear the bees a-humming, when we could no longer trust that the fields would ever again produce their requisite yields. But who had expected it to be this soon before the promised second coming?...

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We live in a beautiful world So lucky we are, nature gives but we take far too much nature as I speak is crying. Go for a walk away from every day life look up into the sky, mountains a-high breath taking soar high up on most sides some are snow covered, others we see green. Grass and trees fill their slopes...

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What will it take? People taking stock admit their failings try to redress the damage done but it's too late ~ Our planet clearly violated it's easy to see Beyond shame and guilt there's you and me Submitted on March 9, 2025 to contest JUST MARCH 2025 POSTED sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Posted on March 6, 2025...

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Echoes of the Silent Shore Garbage, raw sewage, needles, syringes, food wrappers. Plastic, cans, bottles, trash, oily sand, old fishing line. I stand on the shore and I see waste and destruction everywhere. If nothing is done, the only sound will be the waves crashing into a silent shore. ...

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In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees stand tall Lies a world untouched by time, where nature’s whispers call Tribal people live in harmony, with the land and sky so wide Their spirits intertwined with earth, in whom they do confide Yet shadows creep upon the land, with axes sharp and bright Logging ventures, bold and fierce,...

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who remembers trees when air was free from fares guiltless tankless unassailable cliches of rustling leaves enchanted forests infanticidal practices like nestling newborns atop boughs cordate declarations etched beneath oak bark and canary sashes as dead as concrete blocks and the nearest approximation is a toy broccoli flower wire wools welded for steel...

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