Short Recycle Poems
Short Recycle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Recycle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Recycle by length and keyword.
Azure plains extend
Golden beams through portal bend
Satin mounds glisten
Gilded reams parachute down
Tulips recycle crown
Planet Earth blue notes
Death from sea to plastic sea
Recycle our lives
Poison penitents we drink
Mother Nature owns last call
Some files are deleted
Faith, Values??, integrity, respect ...
These are now in recycle bin
I do not need
Advice to Grandson
you will restore these.
I
Fish, birds ... Overcome myriad poisons from us, but don't think about it.
II
Animals think when needed; addicted humans recycle BLAME and PAIN.
Face Towels
I won’t anymore check on
the German and Japanese face towels in the
upstairs linen cupboard for
they’re pro-recycle toothpaste cap.
I have captured the best of you
and then the rest of you
in the tip
of an eye dropper.
I like that.
Easily disposable.
And not in the recycle bin.
;- )
choose: earth, how i feel, old,
LOOK AT THIS STUFF!
Look around all this stuff!
Can we use it, reuse it and recycle?
This old stuff do we buy new?
Chuck out or move---what?
Missile in all the world;
Occupy the sky,
stream out steam out
the back
and don't apologize
don't recycle
don't waste time
don't feel anything
but the fuel in your guts
*hiss*
I dropped my keys in the recycle bin.
By chance, I disastrously threw them in.
What's worse is that just prior
to a dire dumpster fire,
I reached down to get 'em and fell right in.
Reduce pollution
Everyday by using
Common sense
You can recycle soda
Cans, scrap metal, paper, and many other items
Littering should cease to cause the
Earth to have more inner peace.
Recycle
Everything
Cans
Yams
Crates
Letters
Everything
Because every time you recycle
Life starts another cycle
The flowers will spring up
The landfills will disappear
And Earth can remain beautiful
Form:
All the folks who dwell upon this earth;
All creatures dwelling here with them;
Together, we make all one tribe;
Recycle many times.
Birth, death, decay
Then reborn
The wheel
Turns.
Turning tides have no worries, they roll on, obliviously.
In their wake the shifting sands bury secrets, centuries old.
Turning tides recycle sands and cleanse the womb, of Mother Earth.
thee oughts of thoughts
recycle
so
what always goes round
turns
our crank
and we become generators
of
energies to
ward off spelling errors
and just
see
what we leave printed on
what's left
of trees
len
LAST STAGE
Reaching last stage, wished to clean up garbage.
Tore love letters, my most precious treasures, and put in recycle bin.
06/01/18
'When one line is not enough' Contest by Silent One.
Second place
I'm garbage of thinking!
Let me make a recycle bin
Let me wash off –
my heart, soul, brain, thinking, doing
Let me throw these all-
dust, rust, narrowness, purblind of knowing
into recycle bin!
- October 09, 2018 Chattogram
Excuse the writing I wear on my shoes and
the patches i wear on my clothes.
The long shirts I wear that hang to my waist
with my animated hair from the shows.
The rips showing my brown skin,
seeking goddess Kwan-yin.
"I am beauty".
I'll write my fears on bathroom stalls for all the people to see.
The people I refuse to miss in cities that refuse to miss me.
Refuse, Refuse, Refuse, Refuse,
Reuse, Reuse, Reuse, Reuse,
Ruse, Ruse, Ruse, Ruse.
I lied.
Shoulder to sturdy shoulder
solid white workhorses
soak, whirl and twirl
water whooshing
suds slushing
Gleaming metal centrifuges
tumble, toss and turn stiff rags
their wild ride ended
~ soft now, they're tossed in a bag
I swear tout de suite,
that...
My noddle ain't petabyte
But just a condign floppy disk.
So I could swiftly flush out some memories,
And retain only what's necessary.
I swear I wanna draft some boundries.
As much as I need a reclying bin, and depositary
In my head.
birth -life -death ^
afterlife cycling ~~~~~
< recycling >
there are some unanswered questions,
yet still unheeded, natures suggestions!
recycle, stop polluting, a simple solution!
2018 let's all make it a new year resolution!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Entered in 'Unanswered Questions', poetry contest sponsored by Juli- Michelle
I want to be green
Do ya know what I mean
And help the planet to remain squeaky clean
Stopping green house gases from being seen
So I recycle when whenever I can
And keep it cool ya know man
But I stand and ponder now
Which bin to put my rubbish know-how.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Free falls of water flows by choice down into the waiting
arms of joy.
It gathers itself, less a few rebellious remnants, to do the
journey again.
Wider. or thiner this splash of wonder happens over and
over.
By direction our daily walk maybe inspired by this feat.
Hope cradles for its faction ~ nest
the will to live, a place to rest
and age disciples, as is blest
while dreams recycle, best by best!
Yet through some ministry's ingest
a truth survives, not counterfeit
that time is not the combing's wrest,
but faith's forebearance adds the tress'!