Short Polluted Poems
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My Blood, Polluted
My Face, Masked
My Name, Silenced
Inferiority, My master
Adaptation, My Inheritance
Assimilation, My Friend
sank said sickle head.i go off in the bed.wed head was dead and
instituted.polluted and shooted,i go 44,magnavore was killing me,not anymore.
Morning Belt (Purity)
Peaceful, silent brook
That transverses downward shore
Only to find that
Polluted ocean accepts
All of water’s purity
With hammers and get rich schemes
He ravished the mountains and polluted the streams
And never recorded at what cost
He paid for paradise lost
When some people are done, they ask for a fork, but
I'm charcoal grilled and scraping away the burnt
won't remove the carcinogens
that polluted my heart
polluted oceans
man's waste strewn along beaches ...
human disregard
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Cookies, snacks, Chips...
drinks induce cancer...
Polluted air causes disease,
live causes old age,
dying saves us...
How could we live !
Ancient carvings
from a mythic age
where children
played in everyway.
Now they scream
lost in a dusky dream
crying: “Help – save us”
from this polluted stream.
Form:
there's a green space on
-the grounds covered in shopping
bags burns trash in air
1/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I walk alone
Far from life and home
Searching to find my way
Through a world polluted by grey
Not knowing where I began
Withdrawing to find who I am
Lost somewhere deep down
My place is yet unfound
Not Refuted Was Polluted
What they said and can never be refuted;
Air and entire environment was polluted;
Here and there;
Also everywhere;
What we need to do is have it diluted.
Jim Horn
Christmas Day will never be the same
Whilst companies who will only think gain
It's charms now diluted
Commercially polluted
Frankly, the fat cats are solely to blame
Surrounded By People Who Were Dumbfounded
We seemed to be completely surrounded,
By people who had been dumbfounded;
Brain diluted,
And polluted;
Like complete idiots each word sounded.
Jim Horn
Executed When Polluted
What we finally decided to do when polluted,
Was to make a decision and have it diluted;
Desperate deed,
And never feed;
Eventually all of the culprits were executed.
Jim Horn
Stagnant water,flush of toxin.Stay away you lethal dose.Crippled baby.Was it the
poison?Maybe.Who is to blame?Our child attorney,the money he claimed.Filter needed,enemy
defeated.We left this polluted place.
sneezing flowers spread
the sperm of colours
carnivorous plants
trapping prey
green swamps polluted
global warming eleph-
ants in circus cane-
d stands on one hin-
d leg
we watch clappin-
g like jokers
Form:
Harbouring
relationships
upon the ocean
floor.
Beneath the frothing,
rolling waves
that pound my broken
core.
Polluted waters
sifting pain,
tear the hulls
apart.
Coursing wildly
through my veins,
leaves just a broken
heart.
In all instances
In no distances
Very crowded Hell
Air polluted
Keep distance well
Say no masks
Why to wash?
No one builds a Hell
Home is a Heaven
Staying home is safe
No one go to Hell
Saying no to Heaven
Efflorescence in a period of time
As Chicory plant spreads
While arboretum is filled with newly watered seeds
The wild-flower in all its glory blooms
The gentility of the open space soiled
Polluted by the lack of responsibilities
Oxygen molecules bound by a factor of three.
Zones of ozone is in the atmosphere.
Often we polluted in the past by using chlorofluorocarbons to,
Negate our protective blanket from UV rays.
Everyday we should work hard to save what’s left of it.
Carrying disturbing
rubbish
from polluted hands
River still singing
Life
still running strong
but as insults given
by bystanders on the shore
is the vomit
of our carelessness.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Born with a silver spoon
In his mouth
But it's rusted now
By the heroin flame
A world of possibilities
Washed away by pain
The blue blood
In his veins
Is polluted by junk
After taking the step up
From smoking skunk
Just another junkie
Now
Air,
My breath,
You give life
To my own soul.
You're my oxygen
To inhale and breathe out.
I want you when you are fresh
Because of the green surroundings
Filled with beautiful plants, grass, and trees.
But I will be sad if you're polluted.
The stream
Struggles its way
Through the mountains
The rocks
The forest
The lands
Singing its way
Through clean and clear water
Singing its way
Through whitish and flowery ripples
Singing its way
Through natured yesterdays and polluted tomorrows
Tiny heart beating inside a fragile body.
Small arms reaching out for someone whose not there.
Lost eyes searching empty thoughts for fragments of shattered love.
Small gasps of breath breating in polluted pain.
Confused soul lost in the delusion of life.
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