Deforestation Poems

Deforestation poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of deforestation poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on deforestation are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

I Still Survive

I Still Survive prose poem

Lush green tall, gorgeous stunning, Look, I have; Dressed in skinny sexy bark; Exquisite Leaves, embellish my grace; Blossoms strew, Ecstatic odour; Carry fruit for you; You rape chop my body, I still survive; But I weep, My heart bleeds

In The Woods

In The Woods prose poem

Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to

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Are We So Ignorant?

Are We So Ignorant? short poem

We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our

The Beasts’ And The Birds’ Claim

The Beasts And The Birds Claim short poem

We are beasts for we never follow human rules and laws We hate mansions, for the whole world is like a mansion Man may live in designed mansions, but they are not free like us For they are in the

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Last Rites

Last Rites short poem

Time purees And missing you No longer holds a shape “No Vacancies” Screams the sign No room at the inn Another place, then Another town Your scent, your voice Their colours fading slow Softly slip their moorings And are lost

Duty And Natue

Duty And Natue short poem

Life has become a race where everyone are trying to keep up their pace, where there is no time to go into the waters,where the paper boats row Running the race busily for our lives like the bees in the

Bliss Is Blinking

Bliss Is Blinking short poem

Don’t misunderstand my intention If I pretend bliss is blinking, even for a moment! Longer I stay in this confounding riddle I am closer to my happy self, Gather all the Intel on a space craft I am going on

Annual Ritual

Annual Ritual short poem

That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with

I’ll Let Go

Ill Let Go short poem

Sometimes it is hard to let go, each day goes by and you hope that this is the day when things will get easier to say “I will let go today”. Have you had a dream that you wish you

The Gifted And The Cursed

The Gifted And The Cursed short poem

If I starve you eat If I pour you drink If I am naked you are warm If I am hurt you are safe If I cry you smile If I am honored you are blessed If I am wounded

Thy Eternal Grace

Thy Eternal Grace prose poem

Petals are unfolding Soft crisp leaves are emerging Wonder is their lustrous green aura Milder is the mellow wind’s persona The wind is whispering love longs Into the ears of the emerging beauty The earth is holding on her roots

Eighteen Today

Eighteen Today short poem

I am eighteen today I am on quest to the end point I am a gambler, no regret I am not a coward neither soldier My hope goes on ever since. It was my dream,to enjoy It was my hope,to

Closing Doors

Closing Doors short poem

Love is waiting for me to choose. What do I want? Do I want you? The past is pulling me away from my future. Fearful steps forwards or backwards; Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood prose poem

Nearly four years ago, we sold our home where we had lived for nearly fifteens years. That was long enough to grow a nice garden of all kinds of flowers, including roses. Unfortunately, I was saddened that we could not

The Unusual Home Coming

The Unusual Home Coming prose poem

Home did he come that fateful day But in a way too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolor Solemn and still . And truly it was a befitting tribute to a braveheart who put his life at stake To

Natural Born Winner

Natural Born Winner short poem

When you feel the rain as it hits your flesh, or feeling a sharp pain within your chest. Words can cut, words can destroy, thats how words are felt when you are a boy. When I became an adult my

Goblins

Goblins short poem

Goblins have lived in our trees for years They have green eyes, and great big ears They come out on a summer night And swing from the branches in the pale moonlight They walk in the trees, and talk goblin

Moment Of Creation

Moment Of Creation short poem

The only rhythm of words is the ones you fall into Like a pond in the grass I fall then swim with you It becomes everything that I am entitled to do Where silver doves fly over rainbows in such

Storm

Storm short poem

Seeking vengeance Racing across the heavens at a frightening speed An unearthly fog spreads Consuming the moon and stars It creeps across the water Hotter then the sun A jagged bolt of lightning tears the sky in half Highly ionized

Labyrinth

Labyrinth long poem

Well and there is danger Around every corner you turn Trials and tribulations Like a Ferris wheel turns Many dark entities just waiting To devour you and drag You down to the great depths Of hell where it may take

The Last Valentine

The Last Valentine short poem

Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches

Descending

Descending short poem

I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making

Numbers

Numbers short poem

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

Tears From Heaven

Tears From Heaven short poem

When the angels created you they danced They sang and played with you constantly They laughed with you and had a smile on their faces all day They held you tenderly in their arms while you slept The day you

And then darkness descends

And then darkness descends short poem

And then darkness descends. Full-throated with grains of void, It descends heavily like tar Down the deepest recesses Of night. Flows into its pores, choking, Deafening, blinding the eager Dark, receptive but stiff body Of a virgin night. Deflowering it

Dismantled

Dismantled short poem

A ball of bitterness in my chest It feeds on my soul Clogging my mind Slogging through my veins Flogging my sense of self It is louder than sound More persistent than love It muffles cries of desperation “You are

Christmas Wishes

Christmas Wishes short poem

The mistletoe hung from the doorway as the couple leaned in for a sweet kiss while the kids laughed far away Christmas is the Time of year that you can’t miss The kids were inside their bed while all those

The War Within

The War Within ballad

A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and

A Frayed Knot

A Frayed Knot short poem

Through all the pain and my sorrow I sometimes don’t want tomorrow Through pride and arrogance Brings my life a new dance. Through tears and agony Comes finding within, a different me Through loss of the times I did know

Female Silence

Female Silence long poem

I fell asleep in my chair I awoke and a room full of smiling women Looked at me With Death’s Stare I asked myself Am I dreaming? What are these women scheming? I fear my mind these women soon will

Accidents

Accidents short poem

My mother once told me Not to cry over spilled milk, Because accidents happen. My mother once told me Not to make a mountain Out of a molehill, Because accidents happen. My mother once told me When things go awry

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

Hiroshima Forgive Us

Hiroshima Forgive Us short poem

Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Exchange

Exchange short poem

This road will not take you to a theme. In wind, a pebble was making different strokes. Hanging stones were hiding the music of poppies. To fill in my glass of silver I place the stitches in images of naked

Revenge

Revenge prose poem

Hatred, let it flow, let those memories that shackled me fade, let that dagger, which gives me pain mystify, let those eyes that see through darkness appear, let that beast go berserk, As I smile at the damnation I caused,

One Time Above A Little Shop

One Time Above A Little Shop short poem

One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club

The Chains That Bind

The Chains That Bind short poem

As a human race, we all wish for one simple thing: Freedom. The freedom to be, The freedom to love, The freedom to be heard. But, from this wish of freedom, we all become slaves. We are bound by the

Was Isn’t The Same As Is

Was Isnt The Same As Is prose poem

Was isn’t the same as is, nor can now Be the equal of then and likewise that which will Is yet not yet, dividing in the first few seconds Into myriad trajectories flung apart At light years per second into

The Promise

The Promise short poem

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle