Poems About the Environment Published by Members Recently Online
#environment
poetryaccident
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 11:39pm
6th Jan 2019 11:39pm
Flowers in the End
There will be flowers in the end
after the towers topple down
casting stones where they may
among the petals that remain
probing for the winking sun
faces turned upward to find the orb
obscured by clouds man has made
rich with ash from distant flames
the past planters are in their graves
sharing space with probing roots
tendrils seeking nourishment
those late yarders now fertilizer
the end result of what’s transpired
means so little to budding plants
innocent unto themselves
bear still witness in...
after the towers topple down
casting stones where they may
among the petals that remain
probing for the winking sun
faces turned upward to find the orb
obscured by clouds man has made
rich with ash from distant flames
the past planters are in their graves
sharing space with probing roots
tendrils seeking nourishment
those late yarders now fertilizer
the end result of what’s transpired
means so little to budding plants
innocent unto themselves
bear still witness in...
#environment
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2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
31st Oct 2018 1:32am
31st Oct 2018 1:32am
Night Of The Moth Woman
Sodium arc lamps
whose amps hummed her
internal frequency led the way
through tunnels carved out
by men oblivious to their
one track minds
She often camps
in the artificial illumination;
finds comfort in concrete flowerbed
choosing sleep during daylight hour instead
eager to capture in her own words
the Man-Moth
who rides backwards trains of thought
never talks and becomes obsessed
in die cuts of night whenever
moon essence cracks the sidewalks ...
whose amps hummed her
internal frequency led the way
through tunnels carved out
by men oblivious to their
one track minds
She often camps
in the artificial illumination;
finds comfort in concrete flowerbed
choosing sleep during daylight hour instead
eager to capture in her own words
the Man-Moth
who rides backwards trains of thought
never talks and becomes obsessed
in die cuts of night whenever
moon essence cracks the sidewalks ...
#environment
#moon
#WritingPoetry
215 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
31st Oct 2018 1:32am
31st Oct 2018 1:32am
Night Of The Moth Woman
Sodium arc lamps
whose amps hummed her
internal frequency led the way
through tunnels carved out
by men oblivious to their
one track minds
She often camps
in the artificial illumination;
finds comfort in concrete flowerbed
choosing sleep during daylight hour instead
eager to capture in her own words
the Man-Moth
who rides backwards trains of thought
never talks and becomes obsessed
in die cuts of night whenever
moon essence cracks the sidewalks ...
whose amps hummed her
internal frequency led the way
through tunnels carved out
by men oblivious to their
one track minds
She often camps
in the artificial illumination;
finds comfort in concrete flowerbed
choosing sleep during daylight hour instead
eager to capture in her own words
the Man-Moth
who rides backwards trains of thought
never talks and becomes obsessed
in die cuts of night whenever
moon essence cracks the sidewalks ...
#environment
#moon
#WritingPoetry
215 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
31st Oct 2018 1:32am
31st Oct 2018 1:32am
Night Of The Moth Woman
Sodium arc lamps
whose amps hummed her
internal frequency led the way
through tunnels carved out
by men oblivious to their
one track minds
She often camps
in the artificial illumination;
finds comfort in concrete flowerbed
choosing sleep during daylight hour instead
eager to capture in her own words
the Man-Moth
who rides backwards trains of thought
never talks and becomes obsessed
in die cuts of night whenever
moon essence cracks the sidewalks ...
whose amps hummed her
internal frequency led the way
through tunnels carved out
by men oblivious to their
one track minds
She often camps
in the artificial illumination;
finds comfort in concrete flowerbed
choosing sleep during daylight hour instead
eager to capture in her own words
the Man-Moth
who rides backwards trains of thought
never talks and becomes obsessed
in die cuts of night whenever
moon essence cracks the sidewalks ...
#environment
#moon
#WritingPoetry
215 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
46 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
46 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
46 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
46 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
46 reads
2 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
249 reads
27 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
249 reads
27 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
249 reads
27 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About the Environment Published by Members Recently Online
