Poems About the Environment

Recycled

Tonight I don't want to be seem by the moon. I prefer to wait until tomorrow and talk to the sun.

I walk into the class, Room nine and all I see are boys behinds I wish they would take school more serious

The cool brisk air hitting my face, as I walk on the sand at a steady pace.

LIMITLESS

DREAM BIG BECAUSE THE SKY IS THE LIMIT; LIVE TO THE FULLEST BECUASE TIME IS YOUR LIMIT;

Miguel

Miguel is eight years old walking to school Every day he passes the pot head, crack dealer, and pill popper.

City Soil

Soil is black, trees are brown. What's new in town? Smog fills your eyes. Look, look at this beautiful sky.

Stop and Stare, look around at all the trouble, As we try and walk around as if we aren’t going through a struggle.

Future

the air, the sound, the breeze, the smell for years it’s the same as far as I could tell

I know what it is like to not have a voice. I lived it for twelve years. People all around me did not not have a voice.

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