Poems About the Environment
If there’s one thing that makes me cry
It’s seeing the cold tears from my mother’s eyes
Beauty is there, for everyone to see,
But people now a days seem to be blind.
When I hear music, I head record players and old cassettes.
I woke up early in the morning
When I looked out the view was boring
All I saw was old homes and grey cement
Exotic colors
Stretch through empty atmosphere
Weaving energy
I once was
A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare
Cigarette
Tempting, addicting
Abandoned, burned out
Won't give up though
Drug
Ladybug
Bang Bang
Gun shot noises heard from blocks away
In darkness they fly
Wind carries them swiftly forward
Flowers in the night.
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