Slicks Poems - Poems about Slicks

...I’ve been sitting here so long, My butts getting numb, So I jump right up And stick out my thumb. He comes rolling down the street, With the only smell of mention, The noxious fumes; olfactor......Read the rest...

...Morning Slumbering in the shallow of sleep where memories of movies are seen The shift of the pebbles nibbled by tiny crabs senses of songs “ What was is all about Alfie?” Repeat itself sa......Read the rest...

...The surface of the water is filled with pollution, It's sad to see such a precious thing so ill used. Plastic bags and bottles pollute what should be clean, Turmoil for animals who live beneath t......Read the rest...

...The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise, In the yard, against the hulls and hoys, A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green, Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen. Incon......Read the rest...

...Those who live in the city hightail it out to the country to worship Nature with adoration for them, a breathtaking vacation… While those who dwell out in the sticks drive in to see the ......Read the rest...

...Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat but then there are the unwashed, the residue of the crumbling and smeared. Greasy utensils sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes. A need now ......Read the rest...

...Some poetic thoughts bubble to the top of your deep waters. There they congregate, bobbing up and down forming slicks, oily smears that linger only to accuse you later when you return to them. ......Read the rest...

...Our problems all began with the industrial revolution And its legacy has left us with toxic pollution. Climate change is real and been declared a code red And if we chose to ignore it, we'll......Read the rest...

...This is, as indicated, the 2nd THIRD of this lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts. The 1st and final thirds can easily be accessed, of......Read the rest...

...In the summertime there were lots of cars and trucks moving up and down Cherry alley where I lived. Like the local bakery truck, many would stop to peddle their wares or deliver their goods. Their en......Read the rest...

...The Sinking of a Titanic Ego! The oil slicks still present though his ship’s deep-six, mind’s pollution disaster, scum’s scourge on high seas, the weird child of George O......Read the rest...

...Dreary day, dreary day, the gray hangs thick and deep; why is it on dreary days that I just want to sleep? The rain’s coming steady, rolls off of the roof steep, fills the gutters high enough......Read the rest...

...The boy gave a pass after sip. The connection lame - lost my grip. The fountain of suds around my sole floods. The humor and fear as I slip. On pause, as I wait for a towel. Aloof, as I cr......Read the rest...

... Warmly dedicated to SMJ Three Sonnets Inspired by my Reigning Ex Part 0 Sitting at the edge of the universe like a man atop ......Read the rest...

...supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Ice cold mic hold A flow that’s so ferocious a Higher level focus Exposes my neurosis bogus amateurs are hopeless Yoga poses lotus Possibly psychosis Or......Read the rest...