Short Unpolluted Poems
Short Unpolluted Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unpolluted by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unpolluted by length and keyword.
she is sharing
her love
paid for
the labour
naked poems flirt
they abhor then indulge
night is old
the unpolluted
fresh minds
sing in the
open day light
the poet
is unconcerned
creating ceasless
stone if
you have sinned
Categories:
unpolluted, allusion,
Form:
I do not know?
The residents will soon be moving.
There is lots of miscellaneous and
still useable items.
Some old growth redwoods
and fishable seas, some
breathable air
and unpolluted shores,
bargains galore so
don't hesitate
to make an offer.
All prices are negotiable
and everything must go.
Saturday, from 9-5, please,
no earlies.
Earth, the nearest cross-street
is Milky Way.
Categories:
unpolluted, allegory, funny, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The death of nearness:
it shuts the invite
I will ask moon for a targeted kill.
Move on, untouchable,
your tainted image
was unspectacularly terrible.
The contagious trachoma
has caught the impeccable face.
Do not tremble, I am burning in a glass,
a sisyphean ordeal of my choosing:
unpolluted, unthinkable,
in the body pain, flows like lava.
An eternal shredding of pigments
Unpeeling the smell of hate.
Can we go to our naked childhood ?
Categories:
unpolluted, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form:
I do not know?
The voices boom
At the outcast of the village.
They were the elephants of Aba,
Men with horrible faces breaking
The lawful act of the unpolluted land.
They speak of lootment of the public funds,
They speak of breaking the oil pipes.
Distance look of Aba's undevelopment
Strategies and means never hurt them, NO!
Rather they sing aloud with cracking voices
That terrifies humanity.
But darkness turns light when the
Song of love present itself in their midst.
Categories:
unpolluted, africa, art,
Form:
Narrative
The death of nearness:
it shuts the invite
I will ask moon for a targeted kill.
Move on, untouchable,
your tainted image
was unspectacularly terrible.
The contagious trachoma
has caught the impeccable face.
Do not tremble, I am burning in a glass,
a sisyphean ordeal of my choosing:
unpolluted, unthinkable,
in the body pain, flows like lava.
An eternal shredding of pigments
Unpeeling the smell of hate.
Can we go to our naked childhood ?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unpolluted, art
Form:
I do not know?