Smog Poems

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

Fog of Voices and Beasts

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

The Roads Less Travelled

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

The Air We Breathe

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

Smog of Vampyric Fume

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

Affirmation of Love

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

The World Is Healing From Coronavirus

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

Summer Haze

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

In My Soul

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

Smog Company

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

Days of Smog

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.

Smog

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

Smog

mountains sip coffee
from the cup of Thunderbird 
smell of gasoline

smog










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Smog

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.

Sky of Morning Smog

northern white clouds rise
each morning, any weather--
sky of morning smog


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