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My poetry is a radical voice against evil men and their systems It openly challenges the wicked and heartless political leaders It exposes the corruption and the oppressive laws of the governments
A late fall morningI looked outside,birds were dying,some lying in my grassothers in and nearthe shallows. *
We were creation of a prolonged evolution A billion plus nation with a cultural integration Lived in harmony with nature with admiration Daring never to disturb ecological balance
Once I was beautiful, gleaming and bright My oceans glimmered in the broad daylight Trios of trees swayed happily in the breeze
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
A tomb of opportunities spent -- Wretched anguish fills my soul At the sight of that ominous, Gaping hole. Inside, with eyes Attuned to darkness I Behold plates, wasted; ketchup packets
A flowery dowry Is passed from the mother tree to her wistful daughters. Petals fall in the morning dew. Their tinkling melodies harmonize with the bird song -- That sweet, beloved bird song
We humans are so lucky to have plastic lucky to have plastic straws lucky to have plastic bags we humans are so lucky to have sea turtles lucky we have have not killed them all off lucky some of us care
Like emotion and color Time is a lie It puts into perspective Death and Life Black and White Night and Day
I used to swim by Scotland's coast. Gliding carefree, quiet as a ghost. It's the serenity I miss the most. They called me the Lochness Monster. They'd run away when I would splash.
The beach is full of plastic and muck but he stays there, the protector of the sea He thinks about the work he's done and as he stares he beings to weep All the tests and experiments and inventions he had done he wonders: What is wrong with me? Th
The humans are dead The world is restored To the glory of which I had only heard. No trash in oceans, Or dead animals lining the streets,
Legend is his species Yet he sleeps for not being slayed Deep below, below earthen dirt Treaded on years after days Sound a-sleeping and sound silent, But vibrations have been felt
He had trouble hopping in the currents. His usual flexible fins seemed stubby in the water. He splashed and swished, flexing and relaxing his long muscles. He got no where no matter the angle.
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.
I am only overwhelmed with pure joy; It is when I take in that sweet fresh air. The smell of rain lingers as a decoy, It's a distraction to the lack of care.
Earth's ocean is dark So much of the black substance I am so angry
Lagoon. Clear like glass cup Uncovered by sunlight. No greenhouse gases are emitted. Lagoon.
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,
There's mystery in the depths of the sea. She is like a second home to me; It's a place where I want to see miracles and breathe tranquility. She is the most beautiful of all existence.
The sea salt water masks the scent of decay in this townDo you remember the old days?This decrepit land was once fresh like a newborn baby boy.It grew and grew
Moon-kissed windows, projecting the oblivious melancholic sight of those who shine bright, and time-blessed gravity defyers dancing to a rhythm of lust, like blooming roses in the sun.
I. Dear Tesfaye, I wish you didn’t have to grow up like this. I wish there was more I could do to help. You are only four, still too young to fully understand. Poverty
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
Dear Mother, You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius Products designed for our own convenience Greasy, grimy, slippery oil Seeping into your velvety soil
The Black (pt. 3) In the farthest field there is a deep pit A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches Of sweeping grass element Which now and again bubbles and Blossoms
Dear You (yes, YOU, reading this), when they write us down in history, what is left to remember us by? will it be the rumble of our cars passing by? spewing posionus gasses that will fill our infant's eyes.
Let us return to the beginning, O Great OceanYou have endured as much sufferingAs a mother whose wayward offspring Walk in disobedience, heads held high, recklessYou call in a voice carried as far as the windsBut no one hears your distressOr witn
To my beloved parents, fa/th/er
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
Oceans rise Oceans fall Who are we to change the oceans? Oceans create Oceans destroy When did we change the lives in the oceans?
Tell me about the time Where the moon was the only light that earth needed To guide it’s nocturnal creatures, Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices To color the sky;
There is an abnormal businessman Who is a corporate partisan. He taints all oceans with oil, Which contaminates the soil. Afterwards, he is a garbageman.
O how the world has become uncaring as time goes on, As the water becomes blacker with not a thought forgone. And the ground grew ever worse in the world,as
Everywhere I look, all I can see is garbage To my left I see my friend, drowing in pollution To my right I see another suffocating on plastic Above me there is so sun, no light, no warmth
I was taken advantage of. I gave you everything you could ever want.
I see trees of brown Wilted roses, too I see them die from me and you And I think to myself: What a terrible world
Ode to the State Ode to the love and to the hate Ode to the world that we make To the skies of gray
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
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.
I'm all alone In the zone Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown But I pay no mind Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
As the light shines around me/ all I can see/ is the world broken to pieces/glass is shattered/scattered on the ground/there is no more green/rather everything is gray and brown/death hangs in the air/the fresh air is knocked out of me/what
We live in a land of hurt, a land of pain, a land of passing. Its throat is burnt, its face is plain, its lungs are gasping. Sweep it off and ignore the beast
I am here. You are here. We are here. And here is all we have. They are here. They can’t leave. They have no choice. And here is all they have.
"Hearts entangled, between the sheets Sheets of musical score as if no goalie we freely proceed to create Passing passions participating in the same games Right place, right times, We collide.
Chemical world Its a chemical worldBy the system you are toldMore pills you feel much betteryou take more you feel clever Love my chemical worldI always do as I'm toldNice chemtrails up my noseMakes me love to overdose The doctor wants me to get h
Enclosed by visions of what I inhale. The light sends smoke to the sky as dark coal. Brown Bark containing the sign of for sale. Just leaving nothing but a big brown hole.
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.
Do you know the feeling When your mind starts spinning And you think you are not even living? And then your whole world starts crumbling And a voice starts shouting at the back of your head
I like to watch people in the park, not in a creepy way but just to see how others do things.
A critique of Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper's environmental policies.
Listen! I am between the sidewalk cracks Listen! Here under asphalt bought with tax Listen! To city trees with smog their ax Hear my healing voice and have hope again
The grass is not green. The sky is not blue. The flowers are weeds.
Under the sea Where the fish roam free Oh, what a beauty it is When it's not polluted. How can we stop the pollution when it's coming from our own land? Let's not make our oceans so bland.
A baptism. Though maybe not. A popular fear, I call it my home. Diving in I feel alive Letting bubbles play chase They reach for the sky, I reach for the depths.
Those moments, forgotten and brushed aside by the modern day. Left trembling, whimpering silently in dark, Lost and forgotten, Subconsciously missed.
This I Believe... Tightening a noose around our children’s necks,
MLA format is cruel to the trees. Those pale promises of untouched space on the backs of papers
Exploded from nothing, just children of the stars All of a sudden, these little starts started to bloom. Little did we know, that we were our own doom.
Initially I was a Marketing
Initially I was a Marketing Major Set up to learn in the prestigious Isenberg School of Management Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman Where I would first change physically
A deep breath, inhale..exhale, a deeper thought follows.
I feel afraid
We are of the sea We flock to the sound of crashing waves We walk barefoot feeling grains of sand slip though our toes We breathe in cold, salted air, and feel the warmth of the sun on our skin
If I could change just one thing What could possibly suffice? Could I break the bonds of hatred,and save an unborn life? Could I pause the hands of time for just one reason, a reason To cling?
Earth is such a wonderful place to live, It is such a shame humanity takes yet fails to give. The consistency of life continues to unfurl, The ignorance of mankind will end the world.
I am a speck of dust Spinning round and round Universe of stars All bright and profound
Dirty skies and trees,The gift we’ve left ourselve
Change It comes in great voluptuous waves that knock back humanity Or in tiny rivulets that slowly cascade and bring a passive awareness.
The world is a super-fleeting-rundown place You look around and think, Just for a moment what have I got here. Trash-upon-pollution with nothing in-between Its suffocating me
The death of so many hurts worse than how many are infected. Why do you pollute? Can't you see what you're killing? Through my bloodstream and I become infected.
Today and Tomorrow Not the same now Its like two sides of a coin Heaven and Hell i supposeToday's ride homeTomorrow's pollution stormYet no one seems to botherunless its the order
Change is coming you will see, closer now than it was the other day.
The youth have a caring wisdom we discard, The vast expanse of their world stretched out So beautiful, young minds yet to be marred With the reality of ego, money, and clout.
If I could change the world, I would do it in an instant. I’d change the time I almost hurled With smoke in the distance. Pollution everywhere, Whether it be cigarettes, cars, or factories
Swirling, sinister, smog.
Dark clouds roil over dark buildings and cover the sky
What if the world ran on energy That was sent from the sun people could do so many activites that you could not count the fun renewable energy doesnt go away there's so much to use
Softly, the leaves whisper, As they move aside to let the wind pass. Obligingly the water parts, To allow a magnificent swan to dive into the deep. Meanwhile, a tiny frog hops across the leaves.
My forest, my home, Where the dead leaves fall.
I see smoke linger Feigning fog, clenching my lungs A dark fever burns
Very vague are the Various viscous Vibrations volleying With vast Motorizing strength, The blasting of the Motor To the best bang Of engine blinding The eye with
I wan't to subside in a place where there is an abundance of beauteous wildlife.
The sweet sound of birds singing through the leaves the wind innocently plays tag around the trees. The soothing sound as water travels downstream, or silently rests clear and serene.
Hugged fingers for safety protect me
Education is the way to go They say the more we learn the more we earn Go to school get good grades and one day it will pay. Read them books and write them essays Answer the questions and pass the exams.
The pain begins to kick in. The never ending pounding, The drums beat inside my head. Trembling, the room spins, Sipping the vodka in my glass, I'm drowning. My liver screams
Look around, what do you see? Is it blurry or is it just me? I rub my eyes to make the fog go away. But I end up smearing my make-up for the day. It is not hard to see the cause of this,
Look outside. Do you see it? The Crumbling World. The air turning wiked, scheming to suffocate our lungs. Bodies of water regurgitating our filth. The Crumbling World.
Birds harmonize in nearby trees; A helicopter flies overhead, beating the air with its wings; A motor works to keep the humans inside cool, While humans driving cars burn deadly fuel;
They call me Coltan. It’s short for columbite-tantalite, it’s my formal name, better get it right. I could sue you for it, asshole. I’m worth a lot of money.
There once was a planet,a ball of rock, dirt, and granite.Full of life, lush with green,it was like a heavenly dream.Populated with beasts of every kind,the void of the universe it redefined.
What is that tiny speck of dirtIn the distance?That tiny, microscopic,Beautiful speck of dirt
I watch the world with saddened eyesWhat mother nature must think of usThis once beautiful blue planetNow covered in trash and dust
To fill the sky with fire Burning atmosphere No Oxygen to breathe in Only CO2 and fear Western colonizations All covered up in smoke The smell of ash Of desolation and slightly charring oak We spent our whole lives planning For the ends of time
Growing older, growing taller,Watching all the people prosper.At that point I saw that cityFlourish under browning branches.
Why did we let the ocean die? Why do we allow children to starve? Why is the world at war? Why can people get away with murder? Why are we running out of resources? Why are we killing the forests?
You don't know it yet but you are an infection. A stain stung so deep into this earth's rich soil,
On the beat, on the beat The only sound's the pounding feet Of people jumping on the stage, Dancing the story of our age, Of all the humans in their cage The dancers free their pounding rage.
It's hot outside, Go turn on your A.C., It's cold outside, Go burn down a tree, Now it's even hotter outside, Turn the A.C. up even more, It's a never ending cycle, It's a never ending war.
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
A bottle. There. It sits on its side, pointing its open lid at the brick wall. Who put it there? I pick it up. The smooth, transparent plastic runs beneath my feeling fingers as I clutch it in my palm. Ewwww...
All that I reported was a little bit distorted, We had known about the plants and we had seen how they consorted, But unlike many other plans theirs was not aborted,
Blue skies reside in photographs, predating sprawled luxury - untainted tips of childish thought with straight priorities.
Swis, swish, she is air. Floating and flowing, being a breeze. Until she takes a stance. Stomp, stomp, and she is earth. Homely and humble, embracing every inch of stage. Until she stares out at you.
Forced to think about resources What really matters today Many obstacles man created Life never got in his way.
This world is ours ours to love but yet we have cars that is not love with smog all around and trees burning down yet no ones makes a sound no one even has a frown the world is dying
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
A colorful candy wrapper rolling along the pebbled floor, A bag of potato chips thrown into the glistening shore, Black smog polluting the air we inhale, Greasy oil suffocating a beautiful gray whale.
The sun in the day, the moon at night, a sky littered with stars and clouds they hide behind. The trees, so tall, with leaves on their branches, which change their color and fall as summer passes.