Poems About Pollution Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about pollution seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Aug 2022 00:39am
29th Aug 2022 00:39am
The Reaper's Tune
It's said amazing grace has a sweet sound
All too often overwhelmed by the pipes
So it can be hard to hear it abound
Let alone cure a case of the gripes
Brought on by too much shit in the sandwich
At the poorly planned picnic of life.
Applying more bread is great if you're rich
But first cut the loaf with a cleaner knife
Or perhaps investigate the bakers
Since it's possible they don't wash their hands
After proving to be explosive shit takers
Unconcerned with where materiel lands,
Like in a bar containing fresh salad
Turning the...
All too often overwhelmed by the pipes
So it can be hard to hear it abound
Let alone cure a case of the gripes
Brought on by too much shit in the sandwich
At the poorly planned picnic of life.
Applying more bread is great if you're rich
But first cut the loaf with a cleaner knife
Or perhaps investigate the bakers
Since it's possible they don't wash their hands
After proving to be explosive shit takers
Unconcerned with where materiel lands,
Like in a bar containing fresh salad
Turning the...
#pollution
#vulnerability
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Aug 2022 9:11am
27th Aug 2022 9:11am
The Caldera
Criticism, like feasting roadkill crows,
Inelegantly distributes those meats
And such old Pecksniffian horror shows
Lower still more the grace of asphalt streets,
Seemingly a surface where hot lava fell,
And how much lower can hot asphalt go
Then when it cools into Satan's shell
That forever fights Vulcan's spun rubber flow!
Then add to the mix bumper slogans that stick
So that inert car parts can road rage as well.
Add, for flourish, oil slicks to the trick
And you've got a perfect picture of hell.
The horse, it...
Inelegantly distributes those meats
And such old Pecksniffian horror shows
Lower still more the grace of asphalt streets,
Seemingly a surface where hot lava fell,
And how much lower can hot asphalt go
Then when it cools into Satan's shell
That forever fights Vulcan's spun rubber flow!
Then add to the mix bumper slogans that stick
So that inert car parts can road rage as well.
Add, for flourish, oil slicks to the trick
And you've got a perfect picture of hell.
The horse, it...
#technology
#environment
#pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 00:39am
16th Aug 2022 00:39am
Planets R us
The world must be peopled" I have read
On pages by someone who wrote it well
And now it bounces around in my head
Where it drives out unwanted thoughts of hell.
"The world must be peopled" I have heard
And for years those words like a bell have rung
And, yes, my mentation may be absurd
But now it's a song that can't be unsung.
"The world must be peopled" rings again
Giving my brain more age old advice
And from which it's unable to abstain,
Unlike a mechanical thinking device.
"The world must be peopled" more and...
On pages by someone who wrote it well
And now it bounces around in my head
Where it drives out unwanted thoughts of hell.
"The world must be peopled" I have heard
And for years those words like a bell have rung
And, yes, my mentation may be absurd
But now it's a song that can't be unsung.
"The world must be peopled" rings again
Giving my brain more age old advice
And from which it's unable to abstain,
Unlike a mechanical thinking device.
"The world must be peopled" more and...
#pollution
#homelessness
#freedom #vulnerability
#freedom #vulnerability
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jul 2022 4:05pm
19th Jul 2022 4:05pm
As The World Turns ,
The weather cauldron is always churning
From sea to fiercely coral bleaching sea
And all of the koalas are burning
In a eucalyptol potpourri...
As still more targets of the reapers blade
Swinging through a pecuniary arc
Where holding the handle is the rich man's trade
Of amusement...for a destruction park.
Of course the thing to do is stop the swing
As to arrest the blade in it's motion,
Ending forever all blood diamond bling
And all the plastic crap in the ocean.
And if you think this assessment is daft
Check your own grip on...
From sea to fiercely coral bleaching sea
And all of the koalas are burning
In a eucalyptol potpourri...
As still more targets of the reapers blade
Swinging through a pecuniary arc
Where holding the handle is the rich man's trade
Of amusement...for a destruction park.
Of course the thing to do is stop the swing
As to arrest the blade in it's motion,
Ending forever all blood diamond bling
And all the plastic crap in the ocean.
And if you think this assessment is daft
Check your own grip on...
#pollution
#PopCulture
#consumerism #greed
#consumerism #greed
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stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
17th Jul 2022 7:36am
17th Jul 2022 7:36am
Earth Keeper
Your sacred gifts
Come alive in musty mist
Deep in a dark cave below
Your light all aglow
Dripping walls, the smells of rust
You turn on in the night
Within this the womb of the earth
You turn on your blue light
As you understand the darkness well
Black seas of black winding trails
Your an elastic bridge, an earth and sky axis
You skillfully illuminate
Flowing blue rays
Out of warm hands
Plusating love into the lands
Come alive in musty mist
Deep in a dark cave below
Your light all aglow
Dripping walls, the smells of rust
You turn on in the night
Within this the womb of the earth
You turn on your blue light
As you understand the darkness well
Black seas of black winding trails
Your an elastic bridge, an earth and sky axis
You skillfully illuminate
Flowing blue rays
Out of warm hands
Plusating love into the lands
#love
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#healing
537 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 2:34pm
23rd Jun 2022 2:34pm
Net Co2 Emissions
With humans spewing CO2
And whole continents aflame
What in the world will we do
When entropy comes after you?
We can't keep doing things the same
We must be mindful what we spew
When concocting our next brew
By way of some pernicious flame
Resolving more hellacious goo
Or plasticine production sprue
Whose by-products are such a shame
With their double helix switcheroo
Knocking humanity's health askew
And only by some legal claim
Might those of us hope to renew
Depleted family revenue
Whereby the rich forever...
And whole continents aflame
What in the world will we do
When entropy comes after you?
We can't keep doing things the same
We must be mindful what we spew
When concocting our next brew
By way of some pernicious flame
Resolving more hellacious goo
Or plasticine production sprue
Whose by-products are such a shame
With their double helix switcheroo
Knocking humanity's health askew
And only by some legal claim
Might those of us hope to renew
Depleted family revenue
Whereby the rich forever...
#pollution
#CallToAction
345 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 00:40am
19th Jun 2022 00:40am
The S.S. Steward Ship
It's every man for himself, they say,
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
#home
#earth
#environment #pollution
#environment #pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th Jun 2022 2:08am
16th Jun 2022 2:08am
Deed in Lieu
My first memory of the setting sun
Saw it foundering past some Douglas firs
And I grew to know home ground would be none
When their collective extinction occurs.
Thusly age is for watching worlds fade
One "developed" acre at a time...
And then a thousand by the dozer blade
And parasitic mortgage agent slime
Who hoist not a bale in the barn
Of pristine produce from virgin soil,
But from Marne style battle toxic tarn
Their blunt rapacity made to spoil,
So much, that now the only deed I trust
Speaks of ash to ash and...
Saw it foundering past some Douglas firs
And I grew to know home ground would be none
When their collective extinction occurs.
Thusly age is for watching worlds fade
One "developed" acre at a time...
And then a thousand by the dozer blade
And parasitic mortgage agent slime
Who hoist not a bale in the barn
Of pristine produce from virgin soil,
But from Marne style battle toxic tarn
Their blunt rapacity made to spoil,
So much, that now the only deed I trust
Speaks of ash to ash and...
#corruption
#war
#pollution
#ignorance
#poverty
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
12th Jun 2022 6:38pm
12th Jun 2022 6:38pm
Gasoline Rainbows
Not everything that looks beautiful is charming
Some things are deadly when they appear to be picturesque
For in between what is natural and man made
There is a layer where our nature has become grotesque
With every mistake comes a consequence
But if we don’t learn from them then we seem to go in reverse
Because in tragedy some of us find artistry
When a verse is spilled for a universe killed it’s kind of perverse
When the hell will we learn? When it all burns?
Will it consume us in a baptism of polluted waters and fires?
How can...
Some things are deadly when they appear to be picturesque
For in between what is natural and man made
There is a layer where our nature has become grotesque
With every mistake comes a consequence
But if we don’t learn from them then we seem to go in reverse
Because in tragedy some of us find artistry
When a verse is spilled for a universe killed it’s kind of perverse
When the hell will we learn? When it all burns?
Will it consume us in a baptism of polluted waters and fires?
How can...
#earth
#environment
#pollution #WritingPoetry
#pollution #WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
9th Jun 2022 10:47pm
9th Jun 2022 10:47pm
HOMEMADE AIR
The power of plants
= The power of everything
Before the age of industry
Shorthand for humans
Wanting to be more god
Than they already are
(A vain exercise)
There were food forests
And fibers
Solar panels everywhere
And sweet sweet
Homemade air
= The power of everything
Before the age of industry
Shorthand for humans
Wanting to be more god
Than they already are
(A vain exercise)
There were food forests
And fibers
Solar panels everywhere
And sweet sweet
Homemade air
#earth
#environment
#pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 1:25am
7th Jun 2022 1:25am
Earth 2021
We need much more than just a day
For our sweet planet to repair,
And to make our troubles go away
In a manner efficient and fair.
Many traditions will not suffice
If we're to salvage living trees
Or save our ports from melting ice
Further mixed into a tropic breeze.
Best to use that wind right now,
In the turbine of your choice,
Selected best by highest brow
And not the vulgar caveman's voice
Still blowing on those lumps of coal
When conservatives are on parole.
For our sweet planet to repair,
And to make our troubles go away
In a manner efficient and fair.
Many traditions will not suffice
If we're to salvage living trees
Or save our ports from melting ice
Further mixed into a tropic breeze.
Best to use that wind right now,
In the turbine of your choice,
Selected best by highest brow
And not the vulgar caveman's voice
Still blowing on those lumps of coal
When conservatives are on parole.
#technology
#environment
#pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th May 2022 4:59am
16th May 2022 4:59am
Earth Day...or Oligarchs?
Who doesn't have blood on their hands by now?
So just how useful is it to suggest...
(When everywhere men retire from the plough
To rather have munitions manifest
For a bigger yield of bones than crops
In the old world breadbasket fields
Of glorious grains and hallowed hops)...
Who faulted who with the weapon wields
In lieu of sickles and hammers at work
Instead of a bankster's dirty money
Growing some totalitarian smirk
In place of sunflower seeds and honey?
Don't they know that the wealthiest soil
Is right on top...away from...
So just how useful is it to suggest...
(When everywhere men retire from the plough
To rather have munitions manifest
For a bigger yield of bones than crops
In the old world breadbasket fields
Of glorious grains and hallowed hops)...
Who faulted who with the weapon wields
In lieu of sickles and hammers at work
Instead of a bankster's dirty money
Growing some totalitarian smirk
In place of sunflower seeds and honey?
Don't they know that the wealthiest soil
Is right on top...away from...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#pollution
#HumanRights
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