Environment Poems
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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Exercise
by Gayatri Iyer
Time and tide waits for no man
Take care of your body when you can
For when it is too late
You cannot blame your fate
Nor curse your genes
So, begin to exercise early in your teens.
Healthy body is the only ground
where you can stay
Till your death ,safe and sound
Do not ignore the call of health
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NOISE
by Acuda Derick
Noise all around,
From every sight and sound,
Like a symphony of chaos,
That fills the air around us.
The honking of cars,
The buzz of a guitar,
The laughter of children,
Or the bark of a dog in the garden.
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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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The Dangerous Game
by Richard Randolph
Perhaps the world is a living thing,
and we are merely parasites living on it.
At first, so small and insignificant
no one could imagine our causing any real harm,
and so we fed on, greedily and without remorse
as parasites do, but now it has become clear
we have sickened the Earth almost to death.
Oh, it's a dangerous game parasites play,
slowly devouring their host all the while knowing
that when it dies, they must abandon ship or die, too.
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Into Piles
by Jeff Bresee
What in the world are we doing?
Who are we trying to beat?
It seems like we live our lives running,
as if we are losing our seats.
We never stop building up towers.
We never stop spinning around.
We never stop piling up into piles
everything that we’ve torn down.
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The Dangerous Game
by Richard Randolph
Perhaps the world is a living thing,
and we are merely parasites living on it.
At first, so small and insignificant
no one could imagine our causing any real harm,
and so we fed on, greedily and without remorse
as parasites do, but now it has become clear
we have sickened the Earth almost to death.
Oh, it's a dangerous game parasites play,
slowly devouring their host all the while knowing
that when it dies, they must abandon ship or die, too.
......
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,
......
NOISE
by Acuda Derick
Noise all around,
From every sight and sound,
Like a symphony of chaos,
That fills the air around us.
The honking of cars,
The buzz of a guitar,
The laughter of children,
Or the bark of a dog in the garden.
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Thanks To Nature
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Thank you for the air we breathe in
So that we can filter out
Dust and dirt;
Thank you for the water we drink
So that we can water plants, trees,
Green roots and ruts.
Thank you for the food we eat
So that we live to save the canopy
Of man and mankind;
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