Global Warming
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We need to stop laying low.
Patiently waiting for change that
ain't gonna happen unless we
are the change.
We are the change, the new
generation
To come together and make the world better
Destroying a Rainforest for Economic Gain
Destroying a rainforest for economic gain
And torching a Picasso to heat food are the same
Destroying a rainforest for economic gain
And torching a Picasso to heat food are the same
Make no mistake if you don’t heed what I say
look at us, can’t you see?
your weapons of greed tear apart this ocean
all for self-gain in industry chains.
are pleas for help not enough commotion?
(this is more of just some writing, not exactly a poem, still I hope one can relate and enjoy)
For it was the failure of those to blind to see the truth presented there before their eyes
For the fault onto your hands, those who don't believe this crisis does not Exist
A hoax to gain attention for you environmentalist
Ancient is the planet
Dealing with the ancient cycles of hot and cold
Ancient is how we view ourselves
Our entire species living only a short time
Our ancient selves living even less
I don’t care if you’re scared,
so was Martin Luther King Jr.
I’m just here to say
The animals live as they
are adapted to live, but never more.
They are primitive. Without free thought,
without art and culture,
without clothing. The trees give shade
and shelter to the animals
I thought you promised not to drown everyone again!
Knee deep in glacier sweat.
I did. I won’t.
Says She,
I love poetry for its blank spaces,
for its constant wondering
and the shape of the words on a page.
For different reasons
than why I love math.
Don't you know
We let you go
So you could forever flow
The eternity
It's killing me
Too late to turn away
No matter where we sway
We come here, always
Back to the tasteful music
There stands Jack Frost,
As cool as ever.
Except he's not.
How can he stay cool,
When everything is getting so uncomfortably warm?
Temperatures rising.
Ice caps melting,
Falling into the sea.
Gaia, Mother Nature,
Oh how she cares
As she stares at the dirty air.
Her animals are dying out,
And her Earth is full of drought.
When I realized our Mother is warming
When I saw the polar bears on National Geographic dying
When a man in glasses at the U.N. said time's running low
Billionaires donating money
donating money to a burnt down cathedral
poor people donating old clothes to other in need
billionaires donating money
donating meant to a burnt down cathedral
The children run and play in a dark world.
The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play.
They play in a dead world, putting on a show for those half-alive.
Dead trees stand tall
Beige brittle limbs stiff as dried out bones
Silver inside the screaming sky
Snaking between evergreens
Darker than Hooker’s Green in pure white
When we finally sleep,
The carnival will come.
Wind will strip dye from our gowns,
The corn will grow wild,
And the carnival will come.
50 lives from now the glaciers will melt
the rate at which ice leaves the planet is caused by us.
we did this.
it was one thing to unknowingly bring such positive change to the world
with our new gadgets and gear,
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
With great vengeance and furious anger
She will burn you.
Drag us all through the dirt
Until our gashes
Are pustulated mounds
Rain,
wet droplets hit my face
That time of year surely brings me faith
As the water weighs me down I pray
that maybe I'll be able to touch your base
Planet Earth is so vast
And overgeneralized
Like an open world map
In Skyrim
Good thing we have a few terabytes sitting around
Dear Sky,
I’m so sorry little star,
You’ll be next to go
Light keeps disappearing behind the char
We must reap what we sow
battered, worn and grayed you are
from caring regularly.
you never complain or cry
and simply present your calmest sea.
i want to thank you for the home
given without a fee.
Dear Humanity,
The lips she used to kiss
Her same sex lover with,
And the binary she dismissed
Made them all loose their mind
Don't pretend to sympathize when we can see the greed in your eyes.
You say one thing, turn around and say another.
All you speak is lies.
A child constantly arguing who is right he's never wrong.
The day winter fell
By A.R.T
When my school rang the bell,
that was the day winter fell.
We found out the ice caps were melting,
Dear Environment,
You give yourself up to any who wish to occupy
Those who swim, walk, or even fly
Yet my species has taken advantage of your generosity,
By returning it with atrocity
“Don’t Worry”, said the salesman with the cheap suit and the cheaper grin, desperate to make his last pitch
Hello
To you I write
I wonder what's it like?
Changing every couple months
Experiencing the world in different sights
I wonder what's it like
To be so elegant and be so bright
There is a forest
A dim forest full of dusky trees and damp moss
Tiny critters that scuttle about
Weaving in between the roots of dying oaks and already dead birches
It is 2017 right now, and winter has arrived.
Snow is everywhere in the Equestrian land.
At long last, joy has been revived.
All of the snow's surface seems to be bland.
Unfortunately, not everypony enjoys the day.
My dear old home, how we have wronged you. So
Blinded by green greed, while your green turned grey.
“Their safety is sound” we spoke without woe,
This poem is dedicate to all the Pacific islanders out there. In which Moana gives a poem for the world to know.
People do not know the truth about our islands.
I hope you are okay after
we poured bleach down
your throat and gave
the last few sips
to the Great Barrier Reefs
I hope a mother’s love
can withstand the pain
You hear it all the time
I want to change the world
I want to save it
But how
How can I
How can you
This non-lyrical, spiritual shit I listen to
Make me realize how much I’m missin you
These instrumentals might take down the institute
And make ladies like you, more than an ingenue
Mother
She protects houses nourishes
All forms of life
Yet we do not do the same
We kill
We torture
We laugh at others pain
Our mother is angry.She rattles in her sleep.There's a burning spirit among her.Her children, taking the heat.
Look around, what a beautiful place.
A beautiful place ruined by human trace.
Gone are the dancers who dance with sway and grace.
But now seeing it destroyed is a commonplace.
Seasons
Spring
Sun shining through my window
Green fields of grass like a blanket
Purple flower lost inside of a rainbow
We are all renters here
Living in borrowed space
Here and there, far and near
For the entire human race
Our mother is angry.
She rattles in her sleep.
There's a burning spirit among her.
Her children, taking the heat.
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
On a fine summer evening young Matthew McGee
Rode his new vintage vespa to a friend’s brewery
That had just opened up in a warehouse abandoned
Humans are Ignorant;
Illiterate and Inexperienced.
We live in a world Poisoned by Greed.
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me).
I sat up on the hill,
My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream,
Oh, what a thrill!
T’was the most glorious dream,
There was a dream I once had as a child, about a city of lights covered in white- where the skies were red, and the ocean was oil. A place where the ground was cold; hard to walk upon, and even harder to sow.
This is it.
This world,
This life,
It’s all we have--
It’s our past,
It's our present,
It's our future, too.
We have everything to lose.
This is why I move.
Black smoke looms over the horizon
Ignored by the world around.
The people instead look at the sun,
Ideally, there, hope is found.
The elephant in the room
No one wants to mention.
Destruction,
Construction,
Obstruction,
Trail down the roofs
And back to the Earth.
Empathy fills the darkness,
Flooding the evening in tears
As troubled thoughts linger
Sunlit blanket
Of fluffy snow
Etches a sculpture,
Marble against sky.
Lacy ice
Forms a window
Shielding
From the worst truth.
It was not heralded
We aren't trying
Why aren't we TRYING
We have put a man on the moon (more than one)
We have invented a tiny device that is a camera
a phone
a music player
and so much more
Apocalypse
It’s the new thing
Movies, books, everywhere
We think we are safe
Hiding behind the screen
why cant i
tell my teacher that
there are more important things than the square root of 247
or that she should truly open her mind
and teach us to do the same?
They say global warming is a hoaxI say... "thats insanely wack"I am sitting here, trying to convince you allTrying to get you join my one man wolfpack
The lion runs over the sun-bathed plains,
Into the mountains where it rains.
No longer a lion, but a goat,
It treks up high, and then shakes its coat.
Fur turns into feathers; it is now an eagle in the sky.
Our World is so fucked, the gulf iscrying out in oil suds mixed Fossil Fuels-all- -gone--dry-In this heat wave they speak, as I kick
When you drive your car and your engine burns fuel,
Do you know what it does to me?
When you turn your heater on in the cold winters,
Even when you purchase groceries,
Listen to this story
Of a land forward in time,
Where a polar bear lives
The last of his kind.
He would wonder
To and fro,
And think what if
Humans didn’t let global warming grow?
The power of nature arose, spreading through the earth,
Surrounded closely by blades of grass. The mammals froze ready
to protect. Flowing to the brick hard road. Bearing moss green,
Slowly, quietly she encroaches on the humming of life
Inconspicuously she blankets miles upon miles of all types of land with simply a paintbrush in her hand
She cannot be stopped
In the freezing snow,
The snowflakes fall from the sky;
Covering the ground.
The sun is burning
In the flamming summer day.
Water drops are cool.
The planet turns green,
We watched
As timid little cities
Filled their bellies
Full of brown and coal black
The air, a muddled mess
The bees, on verge of collapse
The fish, caught in the wires we spun…
Earth, she withstands our torment
She knows all, yet she keeps all
She lives and breathes with us
She moves alongside us
She is the breath of life
And the harbinger of death
Mother Earth is bleeding
There comes a time when we all hold a responsibility
For what the world is and what it could be
But we often get trapped in our own reality
Concerned only with the well-being of our families
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
And as I looked up at the sky
I asked to the heavens,
"why were we given the earth,
if you knew we were going to destroy it?"
A bird flew
The stars twinkled,
the planets moved,
Snow in April,
May,
and June
Plus heat that rises
past July
There are way too many
funky colors
filling the sky.
Smoke and smog,
Gas and ash.
People are destroying our world
Tall, towering, majestic, grand. Clear, rushing, vibrant, pure. Alive, frolicking, happy, free. This is the way. This is the way the trees were. This is the way the water was. This is the way the animals were.
Scarlet Letter , a message to the masses
There's a killer in our sheets, so rap it up before you catch it
Or check it up before you pass it , no exceptions
To the slash list, so please avoid, the dash, on that
Skies stricken with the zephyrs of despair,
Sun gleaming on gears of salvation,
Nature may have something to spare;
Then there would be glorified escalation.
Homelessness, anarchy, terrorism
This is reality.
Wars, drugs, abortions
This is reality.
Global warming, corruption, debt
This is reality.
AIDS, alcohol, smoking
This is reality.
Global warming is not real.
People lie when they say that
The North and South poles are melting,
Arctic animals are dying,
The weather is changing,
We are in danger.
Nobody knows the truth.
Nonchalantly, I watch mother earth’s face erode
as her acid tears stream down her face
she silently wonders what ever happened to this place
this earth we call our home
is nothing but waste upon buildings of chrome
The moon came with a whisper. Not until it rose high above did he realize the reason he couldn't rightly see his feet was because it had become night time.
