Poems About the Environment
Alien desolation expands Racial desperation increasing Nothing's working, bring the next one in
He sits upon his lofty throne, with a crown all rusty gold; Watching darkness all around;
I look around and I think what else could my imagination see?
Happiness is produced from the within Although honesty and kindness is where it begins
In this world we are surrounded by limited resource. Most of which we have destroyed without remorse.
Words go one by one to finish a sentence or line, They can bring mystery,
What is a soul? Without being a sprirt. What is a flag? Without strips and stars. What is a game?
The sun shined brightly The moon glowed against the sky Like both yin and yang
I am from over stacked bills Feuds in the house about where the money will go I am from insecurities
I wake up in the shimmery light Of the early sun’s sigh. The rays pour in through the open blinds