Poems About the Environment Published by Members Recently Online
#environment
case28
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
Give Back To Country
Give boodja to boodja again.
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
#politics
#environment
#fire
#spiritual
#LangstonHughes
214 reads
9 Comments
case28
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
Give Back To Country
Give boodja to boodja again.
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
#politics
#environment
#fire
#spiritual
#LangstonHughes
214 reads
9 Comments
case28
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
Give Back To Country
Give boodja to boodja again.
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
#politics
#environment
#fire
#spiritual
#LangstonHughes
214 reads
9 Comments
case28
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
Give Back To Country
Give boodja to boodja again.
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
#politics
#environment
#fire
#spiritual
#LangstonHughes
214 reads
9 Comments
case28
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
6th Jan 2020 10:15pm
Give Back To Country
Give boodja to boodja again.
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
Give country back to its people; restore harmony.
Nomad of boodja is the antidote to a world of pain.
Give back to country; reverse catastrophe.
(I acknowledge the true owners of this land,
Your secret for survival marked on stone with hand.)
Give boodja back to dreamers of dreamtime.
Let them recreate the way to barefoot and myth,
Where sermon and spire crumble under pastime,
With serpent of everlasting creation at its pith.
(I pay my respects to deadly...
#politics
#environment
#fire
#spiritual
#LangstonHughes
214 reads
9 Comments
MadameLavender
Poem Published
16th Dec 2019 7:07pm
16th Dec 2019 7:07pm
Mother's Puppet
(written for Snug's "Greta Thunberg" comp)
I once had a student
who thought
she was more wizened, than
every teacher.
Arms, entwined within Mother’s
apron strings, she
could have been so much more
than a hermit
within her own walls,
if…
she had just learned to speak
with her own voice.
Mother beckoned
and no one ever heard from her
again.
The Earth went on
healing itself in ways, beyond
Man’s control.
The land purged out
what wasn’t needed,...
I once had a student
who thought
she was more wizened, than
every teacher.
Arms, entwined within Mother’s
apron strings, she
could have been so much more
than a hermit
within her own walls,
if…
she had just learned to speak
with her own voice.
Mother beckoned
and no one ever heard from her
again.
The Earth went on
healing itself in ways, beyond
Man’s control.
The land purged out
what wasn’t needed,...
#environment
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Dec 2019 1:46am
24th Dec 2019 1:46am
and never mind the empire ..
guess we all know by now that
the planet has been dying ever since
the beginning of the industrial revolution, so once
again, well done, britain ..
the planet has been dying ever since
the beginning of the industrial revolution, so once
again, well done, britain ..
#environment
92 reads
3 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
Is your coffee cold now...?
trail of the fires
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#fire
#ignorance
153 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
Is your coffee cold now...?
trail of the fires
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#fire
#ignorance
153 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
Is your coffee cold now...?
trail of the fires
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#fire
#ignorance
153 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
Is your coffee cold now...?
trail of the fires
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#fire
#ignorance
153 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
4th Aug 2019 7:39am
Is your coffee cold now...?
trail of the fires
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
you ignited
in ignorance
followed you
in the shadows
hidden in
your blindspot
to sit on your head
morphed into
a scorching crown
swallowing you
from head to toe
yet…,
your worry is
why your coffee
is getting cold
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#fire
#ignorance
153 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About the Environment Published by Members Recently Online
