Animal Pollution Poems

Rotting eggs, fish, moldy pasta, and meat
Mixed with the odor of damp rodent fur.
The garbage in bags is lining the street.
New York  is a...

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forests, swamps, plains, oceans, meadows and even lakes
are being polluted, bulldozed and littered for goodness sakes
everything is being harvested or relinquished in human’s name
creatures are...

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THERE is a lake somewhere
'midst pollution, coots & comorants thrive
Jewel in our overflowing sewage 
Creation endures Curse of (ANC, Adam &) Eve

NoTE:
ANC is the ruling...

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Year 2031 would soon come
To a close. Everyone will be
A little wiser. 
Damian Junior wanted a 
Girlfriend and he was soon to
Be 13. Amadeus and
Desharah...

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she's lost in vast ocean    
aimless she swims around   
this sea-cow all alone   
her mum cannot be found...

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What can we do to avoid further mess   
as our indulgent ways cause climate stress?
Seems we’ve a problem with our livestock gas, 
the...

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~ To the melody of 
      Over the River 
    and through the Woods ~


  Over...

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I can’t see, but I can feel.
It feels wrong. 
The beach is where I go to heal, not open more wounds.
The sand is supposed to...

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My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Searching for the words…the right words
To express in verse my embattled pleas
On behalf of endangered animals and birds.

I was...

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I
Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day
Through this time here, I must turn senses away
From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes"
And even ears from...

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Crunch
by Michael R. Burch

A cockroach could live nine months on the dried mucous you scrounge from your nose
then fling like seedplants to the slowly greening...

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A flurry grays the April air
as clouds of speckles swirl and mate,
euphoric, blazing, unaware

of windshields on the interstate
hurtling through their fevered storm. 
These whirlwind-wings pursuing...

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There is a simple fact very few of you see
I’m as alive as alive can be.
I start at the mountains and I end at the...

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DISCORD
All is not at rest in the halls of the dead. 
In the fields were we roam. Something sits, waits, bides its time. 
Tell me...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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