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K Balachandran Nov 2018
Sky looks deserted,
The army of clouds retreated;
Calamitous moves!
Jewel Yuzon Nov 2018
as you wait for the dust to clear
from where your house fell,
fires use its bones as kindling
and bring clouds of dry lightning,
gunshots in the distance,
carbon fogs, nuclear shadows,
storms up to your knees,

and yet you wait
Girard Tournesol Nov 2018
The wind is full of shallow nothings
Drought, fire, vermin, climate, poverty
Rustling the leaves with a gossip
Deep roots will never hear
Offered in the age of "alternative facts."  Peace.
Girard Tournesol Nov 2018
These are interesting times
Blessing cursing each moment
Smelling like the '80s
Rhyming with the '60s
Cringing like the '40s
Gasping at '17

It's The War of The Worlds II
Man versus man versus nature and self
A free-for-all melee, just name it
Where bacteria and viruses
     and gas and atoms
Will be our doom in the end
But not before we've wreaked havoc

on all that we love.
and so it was. .  .
HTR Stevens Sep 2018
Ah, ‘rocks’ of the sea
   Thou rise high!
   Blue art thou,
   So is the sky.
   Rise and sink,
   Is all you do.
   Blue as ink,
   Lovely blue.

Ah, thou ‘white horses’,
   Now I see thee!
   Written about by poets
   Over a century.
   Rush forward together
   As in war.
   Rise again, my brothers,
   When you fall.

Ah, thou dazzling 'stars’,
   In the waters blue.
   My eyes you dazzle,
   With the help of who?
   Like silver you shine,
   As well as gold.
   When the weather’s fine,
   ‘Stars’ I behold!

Ah, thou wide blue sea,
   Thou possess all these;
   King of Military,
   Are you not pleased?
Anne B Sep 2018
Nothing
is left to find
We know it all
The explorers are dead

Nothing
is magical anymore

We already know
where
we are going

And we're not leaving
We're conciled
to this part of the Universe
which we've already
managed to
destroy

The heat has arrived, to
   torch our land and it's too
     late

Now
Hell
comes to us.

--------------------------
AHB |  9.08.2018.
A poem about how we are slowly destroying the planet and how we seemly seem to do too little, too late.
Harry Roberts Aug 2018
Molten Innards Out Flow & We Burn,
Destruction & Chaos Is Natures Return,
Gaia Turned Stern As We Humans Don't Learn,
Our Ashes Together Won't Fill Up An Urn.

Written In The Skies,
Shown Throughout The Seas,
People Like The Lies,
"'Cause We Won't Pay The Fees."

Climate Change Is A Fact,
But Business Has Tact,
More Money Than Brains &
In Smarts They Have Lacked.
All Good In Our Towers Till The Earths Crust Has Cracked.

Concerned For Our Health,
Our Prosperity Not Wealth,
People Rise Up We Must Do It Ourself,
If We All Stand Up Then We'll Topple The Shelf.

If We All Stay Seated,
We Deserve To Be Cheated,
Pardon Me If I'm Heated,
Climate Change Can We Beat It.
Harry Robert - Climate Change © 29/08/18
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