Global warming Poems
Black Gold
by Walyullah Al-Utrujje
Hurting from torture
The Earth whimpers to the skies
Who turn their frosty cheeks
Betrayed, the Earth weeps
Black ancient tears
......
11:11
by Ceyx Kingfisher
Standing up and spitting down,
Stay praying for something to say.
All the decked out checked out hoodie hacks,
Hanging back way in the Slack.
Parsing Sharp and Forth,
Psycho goth tigers padded pacing,
Straitlaced tracing froth,
Grazing an ittle little bitty bit of meaning.
Congealing Venti steaming. Oxy healing.
Degaussed egos packed to the ceiling.
......
The Doctor
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I recall the flying doctor,
bespectacled by polished
glass-fragments of fallen stars,
who landed flat on his young tummy,
equipped with scalpels and other weapons of
native medicine.
His first-ever surgery was on a pregnant
calabash —over a fragile, stinking earth
ached constantly by a proud dancing tumour.
Poems about Science
by Michael R. Burch
POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE
These are poems about science: computers, AI, robots, drones, advanced weapons, global warming, climate change, pollution, extinction events, deforestation, evolution, physics, chemistry, etc.
Within the CPU
by Michael R. Burch
Here the electronic rush of meaning,
......
Poems about Science
by Michael R. Burch
POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE
These are poems about science: computers, AI, robots, drones, advanced weapons, global warming, climate change, pollution, extinction events, deforestation, evolution, physics, chemistry, etc.
Within the CPU
by Michael R. Burch
Here the electronic rush of meaning,
......
The Doctor
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I recall the flying doctor,
bespectacled by polished
glass-fragments of fallen stars,
who landed flat on his young tummy,
equipped with scalpels and other weapons of
native medicine.
His first-ever surgery was on a pregnant
calabash —over a fragile, stinking earth
ached constantly by a proud dancing tumour.
11:11
by Ceyx Kingfisher
Standing up and spitting down,
Stay praying for something to say.
All the decked out checked out hoodie hacks,
Hanging back way in the Slack.
Parsing Sharp and Forth,
Psycho goth tigers padded pacing,
Straitlaced tracing froth,
Grazing an ittle little bitty bit of meaning.
Congealing Venti steaming. Oxy healing.
Degaussed egos packed to the ceiling.
......
Black Gold
by Walyullah Al-Utrujje
Hurting from torture
The Earth whimpers to the skies
Who turn their frosty cheeks
Betrayed, the Earth weeps
Black ancient tears
......
