Poems About the Environment Seeking Honest Critique
#environment
Poems about the environment seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
drone
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 9:41am
30th Oct 2024 9:41am
Free Energy
If the masses
The consumers
The electorats
OH sorry
You people
Had free energy
You people would then become
Independent
Not a good idea
You see
That's why we own
The patent office
IF we didn't own it
Control would be
Shall we say
A little DiffiCULT
TO Harvest
Anything
Or Anyone
The consumers
The electorats
OH sorry
You people
Had free energy
You people would then become
Independent
Not a good idea
You see
That's why we own
The patent office
IF we didn't own it
Control would be
Shall we say
A little DiffiCULT
TO Harvest
Anything
Or Anyone
#earth
#environment
#evolution
#pollution
#technology
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 7:38pm
24th Oct 2024 7:38pm
Corporate Takeover
They're not your friends to lend a helping hand
They don't care about you, they're psychopaths
No concern for what is sold,
as long as it's profitable
Wealth is the single purpose
There is no pride for a product
Eaten alive by another,
acquisition, merger
Take the foundation to decorate the top
Without a base, the pyramid will collapse
There must be continuous growth to survive
No one can ever be satisfied
Discomfort is the key to a robust economy
Keep consumers always wanting, keep people unhappy
The world is conquered,...
They don't care about you, they're psychopaths
No concern for what is sold,
as long as it's profitable
Wealth is the single purpose
There is no pride for a product
Eaten alive by another,
acquisition, merger
Take the foundation to decorate the top
Without a base, the pyramid will collapse
There must be continuous growth to survive
No one can ever be satisfied
Discomfort is the key to a robust economy
Keep consumers always wanting, keep people unhappy
The world is conquered,...
#corruption
#environment
#greed
#oppression
#power
138 reads
4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 5:17am
21st Oct 2024 5:17am
Pulling PBS
Pulling PBS
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Clouds form and lightning strikes
Tornado starts funneling
10 minutes from my house
See trouble on the edge
Sit down turn the TV on
Hoping to find information
Put the channel of storm warnings on
And Amber alerts
Find just bars saying it’s not here
My so called leader of my state
Decided to cut funding for PBS
Trying to fight fake culture wars
Says their grooming our children
Looking for my ruby red shoes
To click my heels...
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Clouds form and lightning strikes
Tornado starts funneling
10 minutes from my house
See trouble on the edge
Sit down turn the TV on
Hoping to find information
Put the channel of storm warnings on
And Amber alerts
Find just bars saying it’s not here
My so called leader of my state
Decided to cut funding for PBS
Trying to fight fake culture wars
Says their grooming our children
Looking for my ruby red shoes
To click my heels...
#apocalypse
#culture
#environment #war
#environment #war
103 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 2:22am
8th Oct 2024 2:22am
No Molotov's!
Some still think that to make new things better
we have to burn down the infamous past
as if eliminating a letter
would make a saint from every scholiast
or that torching down entire abodes
will magically trans-mutate neighborhoods
into someplace where no ethic corrodes
in swaps between all services and goods...
to say nothing of the environment
stung by the fallout from the toxic flames
which planned disassembly would circumvent
with less pollution from the timber frames...
since who knows what else was in that old...
we have to burn down the infamous past
as if eliminating a letter
would make a saint from every scholiast
or that torching down entire abodes
will magically trans-mutate neighborhoods
into someplace where no ethic corrodes
in swaps between all services and goods...
to say nothing of the environment
stung by the fallout from the toxic flames
which planned disassembly would circumvent
with less pollution from the timber frames...
since who knows what else was in that old...
#environment
#politics
#pollution
#rebellion
#violence
116 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 9:08pm
26th Sep 2024 9:08pm
Ruins By Moonlight
Through the shadowed arches of ivy
Under moonlight’s cold, distant stare
I have wandered this forest so empty
Where the ruins of time hold despair;
And I weep at the stillness that beckons, feeling presences twist through the air
I have danced with the winds through the branches, Where the trees form a tunnel of night
I have seen the lost faces of angels
In the ruins’ ghost-haunted light;
Where the walls, once proud and resplendent, crumble and fade out of sight
I have stood where the gravestones lie scattered,
And the earth...
Under moonlight’s cold, distant stare
I have wandered this forest so empty
Where the ruins of time hold despair;
And I weep at the stillness that beckons, feeling presences twist through the air
I have danced with the winds through the branches, Where the trees form a tunnel of night
I have seen the lost faces of angels
In the ruins’ ghost-haunted light;
Where the walls, once proud and resplendent, crumble and fade out of sight
I have stood where the gravestones lie scattered,
And the earth...
#dark
#environment
#gothic
#narrative
#sadness
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2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 5:32am
23rd Sep 2024 5:32am
Petals of Eternal Dusk
Far beyond where men dare tread
A place exists among the dead
Sealed by hands of ancient stone
No man walks where none are known
In forgotten woods, beneath the mire
Through paths of thorns and tangled briar
A gate of iron, rusted black
Guards the way, and pulls you back
Beyond the gate, in silence deep
A garden stirs, where shadows creep
The air is thick with death’s embrace
A haunting chill, no time nor space
The petals bloom in twilight’s veil
Eternal dusk, neither light nor pale
They drink of darkness,...
A place exists among the dead
Sealed by hands of ancient stone
No man walks where none are known
In forgotten woods, beneath the mire
Through paths of thorns and tangled briar
A gate of iron, rusted black
Guards the way, and pulls you back
Beyond the gate, in silence deep
A garden stirs, where shadows creep
The air is thick with death’s embrace
A haunting chill, no time nor space
The petals bloom in twilight’s veil
Eternal dusk, neither light nor pale
They drink of darkness,...
#dark
#death
#environment
#flowers
#rhyming
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 11:38pm
10th Sep 2024 11:38pm
The Least Among Us
(or "Chicken-of-the-Sea")
Intrepid wattle,
caught in the roil
of a reckoning watch
a ragamuffin remnant
of chaotic creation
a tatterdemalion shamble
through fluid
subconscious
a spring chicken
marching with
his death wish
-list
down to the shore
for boiling
beyond
our earthly shine
a serf on the surf
from a trusted turf
to crash & spray
ichor,
brine:
a hook for a look
is long in...
Intrepid wattle,
caught in the roil
of a reckoning watch
a ragamuffin remnant
of chaotic creation
a tatterdemalion shamble
through fluid
subconscious
a spring chicken
marching with
his death wish
-list
down to the shore
for boiling
beyond
our earthly shine
a serf on the surf
from a trusted turf
to crash & spray
ichor,
brine:
a hook for a look
is long in...
#environment
#vulnerability
#FreeVerse
218 reads
2 Comments
neves
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 9:55pm
17th Aug 2024 9:55pm
Perhaps that's where it all must begin
Do you remember
that house you left
you know the one
with an unkept garden,
where vines crawl up
along brick walls
and a door screaming
for WD-40 to quench
it's neglected thirst?
It actually doesn't matter
how long you were absent
or even what happened
as ivy began curling
up in their spirals
but perhaps that's where
it all must begin again,
it starts with picking
up a rusty WD-40 can
as hinges start shining
in their...
that house you left
you know the one
with an unkept garden,
where vines crawl up
along brick walls
and a door screaming
for WD-40 to quench
it's neglected thirst?
It actually doesn't matter
how long you were absent
or even what happened
as ivy began curling
up in their spirals
but perhaps that's where
it all must begin again,
it starts with picking
up a rusty WD-40 can
as hinges start shining
in their...
#confessional
#environment
#LifeStruggles #nature
#LifeStruggles #nature
298 reads
3 Comments
Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 7:03am
13th Aug 2024 7:03am
Maple Leaf of Seasons End
The clock strikes midnight.
As the 12th hour sets in,
under moonlit, stars and space'n time.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end ventures from roots and bark.
Independently slow, floating high and saying goodbye.
Drifting along, passing time with winds so calm.
The leaf once so green and smooth as silk, loses luster and fades away into natures heavenly orchard.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end enters the afterlife, surrounded by wooden fences and cherry flora.
Regaining color, regaining life, staying smooth and shiny for all time.
As the 12th hour sets in,
under moonlit, stars and space'n time.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end ventures from roots and bark.
Independently slow, floating high and saying goodbye.
Drifting along, passing time with winds so calm.
The leaf once so green and smooth as silk, loses luster and fades away into natures heavenly orchard.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end enters the afterlife, surrounded by wooden fences and cherry flora.
Regaining color, regaining life, staying smooth and shiny for all time.
#environment
#fall
#nature
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0 Comments
yxuanmusic
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 4:31am
9th Aug 2024 4:31am
Sustainability
In fields once lush, now parched and dry,
The earth's plea echoes through the sky.
Trees once tall, now stripped bare,
Whispers of loss linger in the air.
Rivers choked with plastic's embrace,
Nature's tears leave a bitter trace.
Mountains scarred by careless hands,
Sustainability's plea, it still stands.
From farmer's markets to bike rides downtown,
Choosing green options, turning things around.
Feeling the breeze, under solar-lit skies,
Sustainability's journey, a joyful surprise.
With compost piles and garden...
The earth's plea echoes through the sky.
Trees once tall, now stripped bare,
Whispers of loss linger in the air.
Rivers choked with plastic's embrace,
Nature's tears leave a bitter trace.
Mountains scarred by careless hands,
Sustainability's plea, it still stands.
From farmer's markets to bike rides downtown,
Choosing green options, turning things around.
Feeling the breeze, under solar-lit skies,
Sustainability's journey, a joyful surprise.
With compost piles and garden...
#environment
129 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 11:29pm
8th Jul 2024 11:29pm
in this tranquil place
Hail to Jamaica, the Island of Springs!
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
#environment
#escape
#nature
#summer
#utopia
128 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
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0 Comments
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