Long Poems About the Environment
#environment
Long poems about the environment. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Mar 2022 5:23am
6th Mar 2022 5:23am
If I Ruled The World Imagine That
If I ruled the world imagine that
I will have my loyal Knights ready to battle and slew the presence of any traitor, enemies in mortal combat
Have all the world dignitaries breaking bread, drinking in compassion for his fellow man at my peaceful table
Hail to the Queen if you were not found in heart with an intellectual cause to negotiate treaties
In the throne of malice, discontent, your sources to maneuver, to declare the rules of engagement will be disabled
All the Angels in the second Heaven, remain to entrust me with their Holy...
I will have my loyal Knights ready to battle and slew the presence of any traitor, enemies in mortal combat
Have all the world dignitaries breaking bread, drinking in compassion for his fellow man at my peaceful table
Hail to the Queen if you were not found in heart with an intellectual cause to negotiate treaties
In the throne of malice, discontent, your sources to maneuver, to declare the rules of engagement will be disabled
All the Angels in the second Heaven, remain to entrust me with their Holy...
#politics
#environment
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
477 reads
12 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2022 9:30pm
28th Feb 2022 9:30pm
Nightmare 28-02-2022
I'd just moved to a small village in dreamland, and decided to go for a walk. i glanced into a field, and was surprised to see sheep, and cows, huddled closely together, upon closer inspection, i also saw chickens, rabbits, hares, foxes, and cats. all were stood stock still, like statues, and a chill ran down my spine. all looked terrified, but made no noise whatsoever. i ran quickly back to my new house, and started packing up a rucksack, and i knew that something awful was about to happen, as animals never behave like that, unless there was something really bad was about to happen. as i was...
#environment
#scary
#nightmares #horror
#nightmares #horror
239 reads
1 Comment
Vortex32167
Poem Published
13th Dec 2021 9:03pm
13th Dec 2021 9:03pm
Random Rambling - Diary entry
I don’t understand this world. It seems so strange to me. Everything is never as it should be. Wars, famine, economic collapse, diseases and corruption. Why? Why is it so difficult to just live and let live? Why is it so difficult to accept death when your time has come? You can’t live forever, and I don’t understand the people who’d like to. Why? You’ll only see everything wither away and die around you. Just do what you have to do in this life and die like a decent human being when your old, senile and useless. Or is that wrong for me to say? Did I hurt someone’s feelings? Was I to harsh? ...
#earth
#utopia
#environment
#humankind
#inequality
342 reads
0 Comments
A_Conduit
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 5:23pm
13th Oct 2021 5:23pm
A deep perversion of all things natural.. Modern denial
Isn't it exciting when the herd moves as one
7 billion forgotten self's laying down to die
In the name of a world they never experienced
For people who say they must
But knowingly won't do the same.
It is best not to believe in anything
Except now, right now
Don't think too much beyond now
And pay maximum attention to now
Right now
Panic buying starts
And the exit lights are on the screen
Everyone rushes at once
Not one of them panic thinks
Not one of them knows an exit
There's lots of open doors in dangerous places ...
7 billion forgotten self's laying down to die
In the name of a world they never experienced
For people who say they must
But knowingly won't do the same.
It is best not to believe in anything
Except now, right now
Don't think too much beyond now
And pay maximum attention to now
Right now
Panic buying starts
And the exit lights are on the screen
Everyone rushes at once
Not one of them panic thinks
Not one of them knows an exit
There's lots of open doors in dangerous places ...
#corruption
#environment
#nature
#manipulation
#deception
361 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 2:47am
12th Sep 2021 2:47am
the earth convalescent
that the earth could be depleted,
like a seething crucible;
that mankind could be defeated,
how incomprehensible!
when God called light out of darkness
and commanded sky and sea,
who could fathom human starkness
earth's new vile reality?
while the...
like a seething crucible;
that mankind could be defeated,
how incomprehensible!
when God called light out of darkness
and commanded sky and sea,
who could fathom human starkness
earth's new vile reality?
while the...
#earth
#environment
#pollution #God
#pollution #God
640 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
8th Aug 2021 5:31pm
8th Aug 2021 5:31pm
The oak (chopped into thirteen parts)
one
In it's conception the brown egg sits fast, within the cup
two
Nature spring the acorn, to germinate each seed
the golden yoke of verdancy released
three
Innocuous, with its tender bud,
but hardy, no season can disrupt
four
Sinew's bent in wind and storm
wide roots, protecting it from harm
five
Harbour just how many friend's? insects buzz, birds that sing
surviving, in their own biome
six
A squirrel scampers. startled by a snapping twig
and comes to...
In it's conception the brown egg sits fast, within the cup
two
Nature spring the acorn, to germinate each seed
the golden yoke of verdancy released
three
Innocuous, with its tender bud,
but hardy, no season can disrupt
four
Sinew's bent in wind and storm
wide roots, protecting it from harm
five
Harbour just how many friend's? insects buzz, birds that sing
surviving, in their own biome
six
A squirrel scampers. startled by a snapping twig
and comes to...
#trees
#environment
#nature
406 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Jul 2021 1:58am
29th Jul 2021 1:58am
Straight Off The Press (What Are You Willing To Stand Up To Or Die For)
I am so frightened for humanity as I write upon my sacred scroll…. I sat through two mandatory round table discussion meetings of listening to propaganda rhetoric issued guidelines from the CEO spearheaded by our home office in Seattle in regard to a memo from the CDC (Centers for Disease Center).
There is a wicked forecast precipitated on the future horizon. People we are fucked, please excuse my vile expression due in part as a non-vaccinated person, I stand corrected, I only have received the Hepatitis Series vaccine prior to entering Nursing School,...
There is a wicked forecast precipitated on the future horizon. People we are fucked, please excuse my vile expression due in part as a non-vaccinated person, I stand corrected, I only have received the Hepatitis Series vaccine prior to entering Nursing School,...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#deception
#pandemic
678 reads
9 Comments
VeronikaB
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 9:25pm
17th Feb 2021 9:25pm
The End of the World (translation of 'Der Weltuntergang' by Franz Hohler)
(translation from German, Veronika Bond)
The end of the world,
ladies and gentlemen,
given what we know today,
will go something like this:
In the beginning, on a fairly small island in the South Pacific,
a beetle will vanish,
an unpleasant one, and
everyone will say,
That beetle’s gone, at last, thank God
the horrible itch it used to cause,
and it was always full of grot.
A little later, the inhabitants of this island will notice
that early in the morning
when the birds are singing
one voice is...
The end of the world,
ladies and gentlemen,
given what we know today,
will go something like this:
In the beginning, on a fairly small island in the South Pacific,
a beetle will vanish,
an unpleasant one, and
everyone will say,
That beetle’s gone, at last, thank God
the horrible itch it used to cause,
and it was always full of grot.
A little later, the inhabitants of this island will notice
that early in the morning
when the birds are singing
one voice is...
#environment
#pollution
#greed
1615 reads
6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 7:15pm
8th Feb 2021 7:15pm
STUCK (2-13-2006, sunrise, Stewart Beach, Galveston Island, Texas)
by what
self mythic pretense
or delusion
do we each
struggle
through the ever
densening confusion
of our own
unseen blindness
stuck
somewhere between
chaos and coping
where were all
individually and collectively
so deeply buried
beneath
and much too
tightly anchored to
our historically
accepted
culturally expected
unquestioned blind faith
in too much
egoic
mind alone
compounded
and even further
polluted
archaically tainted by ...
self mythic pretense
or delusion
do we each
struggle
through the ever
densening confusion
of our own
unseen blindness
stuck
somewhere between
chaos and coping
where were all
individually and collectively
so deeply buried
beneath
and much too
tightly anchored to
our historically
accepted
culturally expected
unquestioned blind faith
in too much
egoic
mind alone
compounded
and even further
polluted
archaically tainted by ...
#LifeStruggles
#environment
#humankind
#suffering
#philosophical
271 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 8:03am
23rd Jan 2021 8:03am
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
#birth
#motherhood
#family
#environment
#apocalypse
408 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 3:00am
21st Jan 2021 3:00am
Samantha in Tundraland - Rewrite
Samantha in Tundraland
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic...
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic...
#love
#motherhood
#romantic
#environment
#scifi
381 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:15am
8th Dec 2020 4:15am
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
#environment
#mountains
#freedom
#escape
#scifi
450 reads
4 Comments
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