Environment Poems
Tibet
by Barry C
Tibet dreams of a wing shaped
Lake that reflects a
Panopticon masked men drop
Feathers from times wings dipped
In poison into the waters.
The genie is caught rubbing
His own lamp, rapid
Glacier retreat. Does lightning
Have eyes, The Tibetan Plateau is warming faster than the global average.
winds are like tattooists
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A Maternal Plea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the bygone days, I held you so near,
When turquoise skies were truly clear,
And emerald valleys sparkled in the sun,
And the pristine air could hurt no one.
And aqua waters shimmered transparency,
But that was long ago, in your infancy;
When towering, lush trees grew anywhere,
While riotous blooms crowded elsewhere!
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Clarion
by Tejaswi Kalra
Forbidden were commoners to think,
Or did they just ignore?
The splash of water on the shores,
Or the gushing wind winding the force,
Turning the heavy head towards hell,
Shallow, itching for the surface,
Liberal, liveable lithography in progress.
It was irreversible, a fact it was,
The Clarion had been blown,
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Environmental Legacy
by Aloo Denish Obiero
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
It’s burning
by Kait Nelson
Woke up to see the world on fire
I always knew it’d come to be
Yet, knowledge did not bring the water
Now ashes drifting lazily
Begin to build upon the ground
Silence transforms into sound
While the sun just circles round and round
The sun just circles round and round
An empty bed, an icy sheet
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Tibet
by Barry C
Tibet dreams of a wing shaped
Lake that reflects a
Panopticon masked men drop
Feathers from times wings dipped
In poison into the waters.
The genie is caught rubbing
His own lamp, rapid
Glacier retreat. Does lightning
Have eyes, The Tibetan Plateau is warming faster than the global average.
winds are like tattooists
......
It’s burning
by Kait Nelson
Woke up to see the world on fire
I always knew it’d come to be
Yet, knowledge did not bring the water
Now ashes drifting lazily
Begin to build upon the ground
Silence transforms into sound
While the sun just circles round and round
The sun just circles round and round
An empty bed, an icy sheet
......
A Stroke of Hypocrisy
by Kimani Hare
Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
The Great Symphony
by Kirsten Moreton
The river plays forte in the great symphony.
It is rushing rapids harmonizing and singing,
with the whimpering willows cry of agony.
Performing to an audience that is ever unforgiving.
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Bear Cubs in the Autumn Lake
by Kirsten Moreton
The water is cold but her fur is warm,
A cozy blanket I nuzzle in with my sister and brother.
As we watch the fireflies begin to swarm,
Safe from danger, on the back of our mother.
The firefly's glow like thousands of stars,
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