Pollution Prose Poems
These Pollution Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Pollution. These are the best examples of Prose Pollution poems written by international poets.
Sky Categories: prose, planet, pollution, sky,
the white clouds are held
by invisible threads
they are cold and lonely
they rarely talk
they juggle for position
yet they seldom touch
there's not a cloud
A Shower of Sediment Categories: prose, blessing, imagination, nature, poetry,
In such a whimsical action
a half-asleep routine
shaped disrobed and left stark naked
this vehicle, this housing, a shell
scarred skin, greying hair, bones, muscle
To Grinder Monkey Smiles Categories: prose, age, birth, death, future,
To All Mothers Everywhere
To all mothers
Why do you part your legs
the 21st Centaury
Didn’t you know
That the future is our final station
Where the monkey sits and...
The River Categories: prose, beautiful, childhood, god, mother,
The gush water in early spring
From the rivers that run down the valley of mine.
I shall call she, because she is like mother...
Clouds Can Be Made To Rain Categories: nature, weather,
Therein lies the problem, we inadvertently do control the weather, climate warming via pollution, and clouds can be made to rain. Fauna and flora decimated,...
The pit wheel keeps on turning Categories: prose, pollution, poverty, religion, work,
Easington Colliery 1972
And did those Easington streets run-riot
all the way down to the concrete wall
that shelters the shunting trains
And did that flickering...
Year 2118 AD Categories: prose, destiny, environment, planet, pollution,
‘Twas two thousand and fifty AD, Planet earth found it’s tipping point, this year was decision year, leaders of every country of our world came...
Categories: prose, future,
Silence Categories: bible, christian, community,
26 Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the...
A Scattered Poem Categories: poems,
A Scattered Poem #73
I know some people in this country feel very persecuted
And believe me that all because of a man named Curtis.
Just kidding its...
Shiny Nickels Categories: prose, black african american, family,
Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork
neckbones lay naked of meat.
Morning Dew Categories: courage, devotion, love, love
Inwardly consumed at this early hour
Turmoil and confusion
The bad inside growing beginning to tower
Love remaining just an illusion.
The day already starting to sour.
My heart is...
Environmentally Yours Categories: prose, environment,
GLOBAL WARMING, CLIMATE CHANGE, NUCLEAR HOLOCAUSTE-
very big words; beyond us.
ILLEGAL MINING, RIVER POLLUTION, FOREST DEVASTATION-
not our concern; ordinary mortals.
As decent individuals we barely...
In PostTrumpian Times Categories: prose, culture, health, history, humor,
Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.
From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and...
ganga Categories: prose, pollution,
First its appear as thin line
Then change in falling fall
That time flow feel very joyful
Like a child without worry
After that its change in to
Me Rule The World Categories: philosophy,
If history has taught me anything,
it is, that no one man, can rule the world.
Not Alexander the Great, nor Caesar,
Napoleon, and on and on...
Hang Man Categories: prose, adventure, analogy, conflict, imagery,
This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into...
GAIA is Conscious Categories: prose, science fiction,
On August 6, Hiroshima Day 2016, the world awoke to an eerie simultaneous broadcast on all radio, TV and social media outlets:
"Good Morning." "I am...
The Mystic River Categories: prose, nature, river,
The Mystic River
While strolling along a grassy path, beside the Mystic River
I revel in the breeze in the trees, and how it makes leaves quiver
Lesser Gods Categories: poems, poetry, pollution, power,
Lesser gods, dressed in mortal boxes,
have the power to build a utopia.
Their choices, have built a hell, instead.
Human error; ego-driven,