Pollution Poems

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

Flight 1122

Flight 1122 prose poem

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am

Mother Earth Weeps

Mother Earth Weeps short poem

Green earth, blue sky, sapphire sea Longtime a home for life to be Mother of all a vibrant womb Her children awry seal her doom Vast oceans the life-blood of all From its depths the first life did crawl What’s

World Of Danger- as I Think

World Of Danger  as I Think short poem

World of danger … as I think.. Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses who can never dream of drinking water to the brim of their mouths for the liquid

Devil’s Realization

Devil’s Realization short poem

O flamingo, your pink is fading. Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. It hits there, where it hurts more. You were chasing, standing on one leg salt was dwindling in the lake. The stink unlike you is going to

Penance

Penance short poem

The nip in the air, the shying sun Was not long ago when it was fun Winter in Delhi with its November sun Making hearts flutter for almost everyone Misty evenings made mysterious still With heady fragrance of the saptparni

Nature’s Enemy

Natures Enemy short poem

Broken bottles and shattered pieces of glass Used up polybags tossed on the grass Once, tress towered high above Trunks bared professed love Birds chirped from the sights unseen But now all gone ! paper joined pollutions team Vehicles pumping

Tears Of Jhelum

Tears Of Jhelum short poem

O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of

Poems containing references to : Pollution

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

The Diamond In The Swamp

The Diamond In The Swamp long poem

From the ages past, the Swamp in the Niger Delta was inhabited by people who live on the proceed from the murky Swamp Then in a stroke of Nature’s benevolence, the murky Swamp started oozing out the wealth and riches

Save Trees

Save Trees short poem

They too are living beings …. We snatch their lives , Even when they are the reason we are alive . They control evry kind of pollution , But we cut them instead of finding a new solution . They

Apathy

Apathy long poem

The dry leaves cover the ground, soon the snow will fall , In the Winter of my life, I know I am there, Everything is so bleak, but I just don’t care. People killing others, for no reason at all,

The 23 1/2 Degree Tilt

The 23 1/2 Degree Tilt ballad

How small and pitied am I in front of your beauty and your magnificence in its entirety! Though I must not be the first to pen my heart in your praise, I must not let these words that you bequeathed

Dear Friends, Why Suicide?

Dear Friends, Why Suicide? short poem

Just never comes the picture of your parents, When you enter the flurry of those silly thoughts. On your highly sensitive thin frame of mind, The MARKS have indeed created deep dots. Within your crystal-clear, free-flowing carefree life, Suddenly there

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Our Friend Bobo

Our Friend Bobo prose poem

More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town. Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound. There was no sliding boards or public play grounds. There was no

Wordless Silence

Wordless Silence short poem

Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and

I Am The Lover

I Am The Lover short poem

After separation from death rain-scented moon was rising in broken sky. Night birds started fluting one to another relentlessly; earth unjointed, was speechless, in failures we meet often, a little while. I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, the life had

My Dream, I Want To See Green

My Dream, I Want To See Green short poem

Every time I breathe, It is like a new world that I meet . I have got so much happiness in my life , That I feel , I am alive . I want everywhere green, And I want to

The Story Of Env-Girl

The Story Of Env Girl long poem

Natures’ go green with the sunshine Birds disappear in the sky in that blue line Mother earth says about the story of betrayal We all have something but nothing makes it clear A silent world, an empty core burst with

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

Warning Signs

Warning Signs long poem

It’s time to wake up world, read between the lines and start paying attention to the Warning Signs. Why are there so many disasters coming back to back, it seems Mother Earth is on the attack And it’s a shame

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Art Of Living

Art Of Living short poem

We always glorify the bygone days We refuse to believe the present is as beautiful and worthy as past We Live mostly in past and dream only of the future We tend to overlook the past sufferings and only remember

20 Years Flew By

20 Years Flew By short poem

It’s been 20 Years since I first picked up my plume to pen a few poems. It’s gone by extremely fast Like a spaceship off to Mars It’s been an interesting journey, a loving joyful one Unexpected extravangances belied purest

Syria

Syria long poem

All the media say, could not explain her pain All she says was Where is my dear? Where have you gone? I don’t like these unwanted visiting guests. Because all I see is dead flesh on the streets I look

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

Round the corner, there is a park I started walking through, which is scary and dark. I paced up when I heard the dogs bark. I was so scared as I started to embark. There’s no light except for the

Fever Rising

Fever Rising short poem

What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The

Only Metaphors

Only Metaphors short poem

A hidden self portrait in a tar pit I do not want to explore further. Wind was making a big sound the tarp blowing off, I stand naked under the scortching sun. A classless pain rises fiercely I am careless

Moon Awake

Moon Awake short poem

awake and lonely someone said Just look at me somewhere someone, is looking right at you, turned around wonder, who are you? he replied, its me moon awake Sad, alone for centuries, awe Sun leave, cerise. while afar. . .

Love Sonnet 219

Love Sonnet 219 sonnet poems

Come, we will lie among the petals strewn, To lit grass aglow with love we’ll share, Beneath the turf, what’s there, ask not the moon, Let the past give us the least of care; The wars that passed may still

Sleep

Sleep short poem

Falling asleep deeper and deeper reality fading within my slumber, clearer and clearer it would become the dream I’d dream. So in this reality now I’d be. So which is real the dream I’d dream or waking up from where

An American Poet

An American Poet short poem

I am an American Poet coming from a long line of creatively challenged penman and women A Poet Prince relinquishing the earthly flow of jobs and declarations while punishing establishments organizations that diminish the fabulous flow. A lifeline for civilizations

She’s Kinda Beautiful

Shes Kinda Beautiful ode

They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

Stew

Stew prose poem

I am not sure if you enjoy stew or not. But it’s one of my favorite things. You take some of your favorite meat and bring it to a simmer, along with a couple vegetables and a couple seasonings. Chopped

Happiness Is Just Yours

Happiness Is Just Yours short poem

Happiness? It’s so sought, so wanted and craved, but it seems so strange, unreachable, so unknown. When you caress someone, your fingerprints don’t remain on the skin of the other- happiness is like fingerprints! Lips burning over the lips of

My First Teachers

My First Teachers prose poem

Here are these few flowers To honor my first teachers Who taught me even before I knew how to communicate . The first and foremost , my mother Who was second to none but Nature She taught me to voice

Keyheart

Keyheart short poem

You find yourself in a strange place wondering what happened the previous day You feel as though struck by a mace people come to ask if you’re okay You start telling lies to hide what you feel to prevent suspectable

Mechanica Heart

Mechanica Heart short poem

Dear Journal’ The long day and nights are mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don’t move. As long as I sit still. Alone I can

A Sad Collection Of Almost

A Sad Collection Of Almost short poem

Strolling in the pavement of almosts, You stopped in your tracks And watched how you can never cross the highway of success The cold gust of reality pierced your skin While you stood there recalling all the “nice try’s” from

My Time In Space

My Time In Space prose poem

I climbed so very high I’m sure I finally touched the sky Finding an opening there I had to clamber through Now stars are my companions No longer am I alone The breadth and depth of stardust I’ve left for