Long Poems About the Environment
#environment
Long poems about the environment. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 6:53pm
6th Apr 2019 6:53pm
Rockhollow's Away-Morn
Title: Rockhollow's Away-Morn
Six of Thirty
Unique Words: One Hundred and Seventy Five
#NaPoWriMo19
We're parting - I'm anxious.
Duties in Exeter call, a promise of fun with dear friend
yet for me, firmly drenched in motherhood, it seems as if already ended.
Fresh rain paints the skin of you, both a noisy vandal in the night and the ingredient for growing success.
I acknowledge, in my subdued form, the progression it is gifting it's energy to.
There's a...
Six of Thirty
Unique Words: One Hundred and Seventy Five
#NaPoWriMo19
We're parting - I'm anxious.
Duties in Exeter call, a promise of fun with dear friend
yet for me, firmly drenched in motherhood, it seems as if already ended.
Fresh rain paints the skin of you, both a noisy vandal in the night and the ingredient for growing success.
I acknowledge, in my subdued form, the progression it is gifting it's energy to.
There's a...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#women
#environment
#NaPoWriMo2019
589 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
6th Mar 2019 7:36am
6th Mar 2019 7:36am
Like Lust In The Chill Of The Grave
The men that find such beauty when it’s theirs,
Each one expects his sum for all he owns.
To walk and pace and call it forth by name,
While noting of each feature like his child.
Purveyors of the land on others’ backs,
These owners of the gullies, woods and vales.
The arteries that give drink to the fields,
Of long and winding rows so straightly plowed.
Corrections overseen by foreman’s hand,
Where script allots the hedge and masonry.
That show ahead where every tree will stand,
No curvature...
Each one expects his sum for all he owns.
To walk and pace and call it forth by name,
While noting of each feature like his child.
Purveyors of the land on others’ backs,
These owners of the gullies, woods and vales.
The arteries that give drink to the fields,
Of long and winding rows so straightly plowed.
Corrections overseen by foreman’s hand,
Where script allots the hedge and masonry.
That show ahead where every tree will stand,
No curvature...
#earth
#environment
#nature
#humankind
#RalphWaldoEmerson
1012 reads
27 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 2:52pm
20th Feb 2019 2:52pm
Extinction is glaring: the humans demise
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
The alien in the starfields
looked down on earth
and came to see if
we experienced a rebirth. ...
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
The alien in the starfields
looked down on earth
and came to see if
we experienced a rebirth. ...
#earth
#environment
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#philosophical
510 reads
10 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
25th Jan 2019 2:01pm
25th Jan 2019 2:01pm
Extinction is glaring: a series on the downfall of humans
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
The alien in the starfields
looked down on earth
and came to see if ...
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create,
humans save yourselves.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
What humans think
humans create.
The alien in the starfields
looked down on earth
and came to see if ...
#earth
#universe
#environment
#humankind
#philosophical
516 reads
6 Comments
Oshinome
Poem Published
7th Oct 2018 4:27am
7th Oct 2018 4:27am
And Sometime Since
Pine Bluff Beach, Arkansas.
Highway 63 runs through
just beneath the waters
southbound.
The Chili's on Olive street
one of the oldest still glows
above the sand.
Nabil leans against the banister
surrounding the veranda deck
That runs along a pier and out
upon
the Bay of Monticello.
Diamond-hinted ripples
play in the morning
furrows of the
shallow bight.
Its an awful thing
to see someone you love--
someone who was...
Highway 63 runs through
just beneath the waters
southbound.
The Chili's on Olive street
one of the oldest still glows
above the sand.
Nabil leans against the banister
surrounding the veranda deck
That runs along a pier and out
upon
the Bay of Monticello.
Diamond-hinted ripples
play in the morning
furrows of the
shallow bight.
Its an awful thing
to see someone you love--
someone who was...
#environment
#apocalypse
667 reads
7 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
27th Jul 2018 4:51am
27th Jul 2018 4:51am
The Humans Versus the Humanoids of Earth
One day after the death of the Methuselah tree...
Black circuits
at the roll of a metallic blue Earth into the halo nexus brunt of flambé flares,
auroras injected the upper atmosphere in emerald and chrysanths...
The world condensed for the Five Days of the Green.
And no politic could hover above its mechanisms,
only read the previous hour from a petrified wrist watch.
The marvel storm dissipated throughout the entry wind
of two-story bristlecone...
Black circuits
at the roll of a metallic blue Earth into the halo nexus brunt of flambé flares,
auroras injected the upper atmosphere in emerald and chrysanths...
The world condensed for the Five Days of the Green.
And no politic could hover above its mechanisms,
only read the previous hour from a petrified wrist watch.
The marvel storm dissipated throughout the entry wind
of two-story bristlecone...
#technology
#environment
#humankind #dark
#humankind #dark
466 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
27th May 2018 12:32pm
27th May 2018 12:32pm
Chernobyl
A nuclear disaster, in a town called Chernobyl;
An odor-less killer, the invisible force.
As the radiation escapes, from the crumbling reactor,
We must cool it down, before it blows.
Evacuate Pripyat, the employee’s town,
The town of 35000; first on the list of infected people.
No warnings to the town folk, no evacuation,
The town’s men in the know, know the town is in trouble.
People bathe in the sun’s rays, soaking up the sun,
Whilst the dizzy and sick, fall with blackened skin.
But the only burn you'll get, is a...
An odor-less killer, the invisible force.
As the radiation escapes, from the crumbling reactor,
We must cool it down, before it blows.
Evacuate Pripyat, the employee’s town,
The town of 35000; first on the list of infected people.
No warnings to the town folk, no evacuation,
The town’s men in the know, know the town is in trouble.
People bathe in the sun’s rays, soaking up the sun,
Whilst the dizzy and sick, fall with blackened skin.
But the only burn you'll get, is a...
#power
#environment
540 reads
2 Comments
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
12th May 2018 1:58am
12th May 2018 1:58am
As the Land Beneath Us Crumbles
As the Land Beneath Us Crumbles
A massive earthquake rips open the land across the Midwest.
Resident’s from Michigan, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania are not feeling so blessed.
What would cause an earthquake of this size here in the Midwest is anyone’s guess.
Take the guessing out of it, it’s due to the land beneath us being stressed.
Injecting liquid at high pressure into subterranean rocks has caused this mess, but the fracking companies won’t confess.
You will have to hook them up to a lie detector and watch them fail the test.
Roads around...
A massive earthquake rips open the land across the Midwest.
Resident’s from Michigan, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania are not feeling so blessed.
What would cause an earthquake of this size here in the Midwest is anyone’s guess.
Take the guessing out of it, it’s due to the land beneath us being stressed.
Injecting liquid at high pressure into subterranean rocks has caused this mess, but the fracking companies won’t confess.
You will have to hook them up to a lie detector and watch them fail the test.
Roads around...
#earth
#environment
424 reads
0 Comments
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
11th Jan 2018 8:38pm
11th Jan 2018 8:38pm
The Ship
The Ship
Sitting in my office reading a book,
thinking it’s time to learn how to cook,
and maybe learn how to write some lines that have a strong hook.
I notice my reflection in a mirror, I hate how I look.
My mind likes to drift off so I tend to ramble on.
It can go on all night, even until dawn.
It would be nice to have a pet fawn,
and maybe a best friend named Shawn.
But having just a white friend makes me racist, so I need a friend named Hassan,
who’s an executive at the company Exxon.
An Arab who works in the oil industry...
Sitting in my office reading a book,
thinking it’s time to learn how to cook,
and maybe learn how to write some lines that have a strong hook.
I notice my reflection in a mirror, I hate how I look.
My mind likes to drift off so I tend to ramble on.
It can go on all night, even until dawn.
It would be nice to have a pet fawn,
and maybe a best friend named Shawn.
But having just a white friend makes me racist, so I need a friend named Hassan,
who’s an executive at the company Exxon.
An Arab who works in the oil industry...
#friendship
#environment
#confessional
#confusion
#deception
935 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
1st Jan 2018 11:53pm
1st Jan 2018 11:53pm
LISTENING (6-22-92, Galveston Island, Texas)
i listen
to the liquid
voice
of my lyrical
imagination
as the residue
of my
fading dreams
filters slowly
into view
greater
wordless wisdoms
waft vaguely
through
my head
as my ears
strain
to concentrate
for further clarity
out of an
even deeper
inner stillness
innately
submerged
therein
...
to the liquid
voice
of my lyrical
imagination
as the residue
of my
fading dreams
filters slowly
into view
greater
wordless wisdoms
waft vaguely
through
my head
as my ears
strain
to concentrate
for further clarity
out of an
even deeper
inner stillness
innately
submerged
therein
...
#environment
520 reads
2 Comments
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
31st Dec 2017 5:11am
31st Dec 2017 5:11am
Colors pt. 7 Nightfall
Nightfall
The sun has descended and given way to the night
bringing with it one hellish fight.
The storm clouds are now overhead and are unleashing their furry.
The rain feels like needles pressed against my skin and the wind is whipping so hard my vision is beginning to become blurry.
I’ve abandoned my home on the beach that I worked so hard to create.
The man was right, if I stayed there I wouldn’t have survived to see the sun fully rise at eight.
The sea has risen and is flooding the beach.
I’m standing back off the beach witnessing the...
The sun has descended and given way to the night
bringing with it one hellish fight.
The storm clouds are now overhead and are unleashing their furry.
The rain feels like needles pressed against my skin and the wind is whipping so hard my vision is beginning to become blurry.
I’ve abandoned my home on the beach that I worked so hard to create.
The man was right, if I stayed there I wouldn’t have survived to see the sun fully rise at eight.
The sea has risen and is flooding the beach.
I’m standing back off the beach witnessing the...
#environment
525 reads
0 Comments
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
28th Dec 2017 11:53pm
28th Dec 2017 11:53pm
Colors pt. 2 An Island
An Island
The hot yellow sand burns against my skin
as my eyes look around scanning the area with my mind wondering where to begin.
The land around me consists of sand and dirt.
A real hell hole for an introvert.
There are trees scattered around but not enough to provide any real shade.
So, this seems to be the trade,
a big blue ocean for a small, yellow…
Island.
A hand presents itself to me in an offer to help me up to my feet.
I’m lifted back to my feet hoping I’m able to find something to eat.
My stomach is rumbling and I...
The hot yellow sand burns against my skin
as my eyes look around scanning the area with my mind wondering where to begin.
The land around me consists of sand and dirt.
A real hell hole for an introvert.
There are trees scattered around but not enough to provide any real shade.
So, this seems to be the trade,
a big blue ocean for a small, yellow…
Island.
A hand presents itself to me in an offer to help me up to my feet.
I’m lifted back to my feet hoping I’m able to find something to eat.
My stomach is rumbling and I...
#environment
475 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Environment
