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Anna Maria Sep 2021
We throw ******* in our rivers.
We crack open the road the earth has given us, to replace it with one that we consider more necessary.
We pump out chemicals, and the try re-plant the trees that we have destroyed.
Others maim and some starve.
Some like I live a life of what can be called 'Luxury'
So why do i complain that the world is not fair?
Not fair because of my failed grade in Mathematics?
Not fair because the gossip that surrounds ones life?
We are not fair to the world that is giving to us,
Why should it give more that it receives.
Emily Aug 2021
Droplets form mid-air
and cool on my
red, blotchy stomach skin.
They echo the ocean,
a whisper of water,
cycling from land to
sea to
land.
Zywa Aug 2021
The bushes are strong,

so many caterpillars:


a butterfly yard.
Collection "WoofWoof"
Zywa Aug 2021
If I were a giant, I would
definitely live in the woods
because trees are even bigger

and then I also have a family
because they live in the woods too
Furthermore, no one lives there

maybe brownies, invisible
because they stay behind the trees
I like to come in the big forest

the trees are waiting for me
and they always walk along with me
until I'm out of the woods

Then they stand still again
and they watch me going --
since I became seven

At that time they came at night
on a visit to say
that I am always welcome
"The trees" ("De bomen", 1953, Albert Alberts)

Collection “WoofWoof”
Nat Aug 2021
No need to worry, they really do care
They'll fight fires with floods, droughts with monsoons
If things go to ****, they'll go to the moon
If you get too hot, they'll smoke out the sun
They've even got discounts on water and air!

No worry, no fretting, no fear
They won't tolerate hunger
They'll beat sickness with numbers
They'll hire us all on
To build them a new atmosphere
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2021
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Sheltered within her cryochamber, the offspring of Armageddon dreams of play. She swims in an algal bloom that no longer stings like jellyfish. She floats on the surface of content, far removed from the synthetic sea and its plastic isles. She dwells in a bubble, but her mind hangs free as a halo, soaring with clouds. But these are not the skies that sense their own act of vandalism. This is the space and ceiling of a child's mind, in her capacity to absorb disturbance and rest her tiny, fragile hope in pretended, unclaimed worlds.
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SUDHANSHU KUMAR Jul 2021
A grey blanket wrapped the sunlight,
Soon, the daylight turned into dark night.
Black clouds captured the blue sky,
Dusty ѕtorm covered the whole surrounding, before my eyes.

The sky roared and clouds clashed,
Environment trembled when thunderbolts flashed.
Happiness engulfed, when it drizzled some raindrops,
And from then, it rained... it rained nonstop!
Raining, Raining and Raining....
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