Smog Poems - Poems about Smog

I gaze upon a moon so full and bright beneath my feet The stillness of unbroken waters where reflections meet The creaking and the straining as the old bridge wants me rid Shall not give me cause to flee… as once it surely did There along the water’s edge as fifty years gone by A bay trod down by bovine...

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Fear is an all-consuming fog Consuming shining rays of hope and light Eyes trapped shut in this ash-filled smog Voices of mania are heard at night From the kingdom of media in fright Some go to the beasts to be prey Wrapped in questions, wanting to see the day Led by rulers in...

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Good Riddance to a smoky city The smog filled streets and the shoddy piety It looked like the Gods never visited the country, this part And every nook and corner was a smudge in an artists art! Morning walks had stopped long enough And evening exercises were just spoken in a huff….and a puff Every mans greed was now out in...

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Inhabitants are real Facing great threats Weighing on mother earth's future Its effects and consequences Even better halt it Consume more, always more The detriment of nature Destroyed as an easy option The soil is poisoned Lands are sliding Rain forests are reduced Drastic effects for dims Contagion of air Exhaust fumes from arrogant holes The burning of fossil fuels sings along Harmful and deadly acid rain Radiation spills...

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a smog of vampyric fume i walk into! with poison-darts and with mana of fire as weapons i penetrate the rugged soil of foe. my longbow of the Scythians hangs on my back and two mighty daggers are steady in my...

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Affirmation of Love David J Walker Learning to say I love you In one of the languages that We both think we understand Left wondering in the after actions If the words were weaker reflections Left hanging heavy in the air like smog I am the one left smugly in the fog Of wrong interpretations Missing the inflections of permissions That should be left to...

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The World Is Healing From Coronavirus We hide smiles behind the facemask In cold wind virus spread in open spaces A touch could turn into a snafu touch As noise turns into silence Mother earth is breathing The way we look at it It is rebuilding and helping us to retrace The whip-like tail, we inflicted It released its own antibody An infective...

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Summer Haze by Michael R. Burch The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well; farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't say if what we had was good or bad, or where it is today ... The endless days of summer's haze I...

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When I was a teenager Nothing seemed to be fair So I rebelled And I dyed my hair It was as black as a moonless Halloween night Which echoed my spirit to my poor parents fright My days spun listlessly in an endless slog My core boiled and bubbled up infected soup of smog Throughout my journey many feelings lingered Handicapped by sensations my...

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Nightfall flings dark To hide odd spark Wholesome touch slings In a crisp fling Cluster each grief To seed touch brief Abrupt this haze As choke greets maze Windy smog floods To strain warm blood Even fresh breeze Blows a bad sneeze Forest fires burn Such smoky churns Secrete words harsh In bash and brush Leon Enriquez 28 September 2019 Singapore...

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Days of Smog Do you remember the days of Smog, Smoke filled Novembers in Fog. Today you would not believe, A time when we could not breathe. Thick Air, not fit for Man Nor Dog....

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Smog Nebulous malignancy Choking the city Threatening residence; foul fugitive Fog...

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mountains sip coffee from the cup of Thunderbird smell of gasoline smog haiku+a bonus word...

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The atrocity of greed has never reached so high; The morality of man has never plunged so low. For who but greed-fueled man would commit such an act, forcing vanguards to poison what they were born to protect? Across the sea, the souls of trees weep; Into our lungs, the stink of death creep....

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northern white clouds rise each morning, any weather-- sky of morning smog *For strict Haiku contest...

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