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beenseen Mar 2016
Levitate the expantions of light
Sink in the jaded moon bright
Hold quite and soak the embers that dull in this sun
So long ago these songs were sung
In soft tongues
Run
Run under the stream of shallow stars
Sleep
Sleep in the cracks and chirps of sorrow hung
Marching in a steady continuum
March and till the weaving of another sparrow has spun
Across the sky of tear shimmer
The songs of the unsung
Liminate in the finding of the leaving and living
Thoughts on the destruction of what we have, the only thing we can count on is time And even that is almost gone. Appreciate the being of here and live the now of this earth that we do drastically destroy.
Benjamin Dec 2015
On a turtle's shell I awoke.
Apart the land from which we broke.

I'd miss my home if I knew.
There wasn't better beyond this blue.

Alone I'm not, our lot is few.
We'd pull up land to replace the dew.

Which collected on its back
The lowest creature formed a pact

Bringing soil from the murk
For others waiting on his work
Based on Oral tales of the Algonquin First People
SpudRepublic Dec 2015
agricultural sabotage remains incoherent,
not that it’s a secret that moneys evil.
Rio+20 on the health of our planet,
ignore the ******* thing that's causing the most damage.

you're all *******, it's a miss not a hit.
Forget shorter showers and the flick of a switch.
Transportation is not the only problem.
whats the biggest ******* industry  
causing global warming?
The UN doesn’t even ******* know.
When they served up beef, I thought it was a sick joke
Smoke and mirrors, gas and granite
The meat industry is killing our planet

And as humans, we tend to digress.
Makes sense how we all eat things we cannot digest.
you smiling? who do think you're hiding from?
You still believe in fairy tales and I'm the one,
who's dumb
Because I actually give a ****, with an open third eye I can see the grit.
The pain, the torture that we inflict, then ironically endure when we swallow that ****
watch cowspiracy. go vegan.
Tate Morgan Jul 2015
Wheat fields wave across the meadow
bright yellow 'neath a sky of blue
Beautiful swaths of sun bleached straw
cut down long before their due


So like the children of our city
colored yellow, red, brown and gold
Living out their lives in dog years
struck down long before they're old


This sickness flows through our land
leaving the helpless and despaired
Where all are made to be thrown out
none are saved or even repaired


When the silent spring finally comes
and all the birds are in a museum
We'll sell our birthright for a song
so children can pay to see them


Then all the beauty will be gone
as our grandchildren run out to play
Not under blue or across the green
but in the trash from yesterday

Tate
At the rate we are going we are sadly destined as a race for a dry, dusty, polluted, future. Devoid of beauty, music, children or hope!.I once had this posted however seemed to have misplaced it.
Henry May 2015
Screams and wails split the air
Hollow faces, matted hair
The dying human race is at its knees

Hunched forms smothered among the fumes
That gathered over many moons
Spread by those who simply couldn’t care

But there is a sheltered place I know
Formed by someone long ago
Where a shaft of sunlight filters through the dust

Through the throttling smog it soaks
The drug on which our planet chokes
And comes to rest upon the earth

And underneath this ray of hope
Upward to the light it gropes
A crack in the concrete bears a flash of green

A lonely seedling makes its stand
Against the twisted ways of man
And unknown and alone it climbs the beam

The miracle of photosynthesis
A silent struggle, pant and hiss
Flowers and seeds rain from wooden limbs



And the trees tower above the fumes
That gathered over many moons
Free at last, they reach to kiss the sky
Jake Meizell Mar 2015
The fog from the mouth of the river mists over the roadway, shaming the steam from your mouth
We turn on our high beams to cut a seam for the sight of rolling concrete
The wooden monoliths of antiquity have been pushed aside for our fleet
"Everyone quiet now."

A rose petal floats through the air
so effortlessly
Always reaching the ground
too quickly

Is it falling
or does it scamper away?

Is it living
or not worth the attention?

Beautiful mystery,
the most lovely thing
to mind or mention.

Frightening discovery
the most lending thing
to tension

"And ugly as sin!"

Yet still heard are bird songs...

"everyone quiet now"

Listen to the wind blow
Feel it kiss and caress your face
Watch flowers bloom

"Out of toxic waste!"

"everyone quiet now"

...
The grass ascends from the ground
Each delicate blade touched by the sun

"Profound! Like worms in the mud!"

"everyone quiet now"

"Hear this, pay stark attention with respect
it may save your life some dark day-inflect"

The sun glistens through all clouds
seeming to envelop the sky
Shining through any darkness
That can and will
Relentlessly devour
Consume all in its path

"Like the leaves on a tree from a mother giraffe!"

"everyone quiet now. This is important."*

Look back to the sky
Sparkling luminously
Ever at day
Ever at night
Powers and magic
Beyond any vast imagination
And you at its core with every sensation
to reveal this much and more, provide inspiration
This poem is a depiction of an environmental enthusiast attempting to enlighten a group of young teenagers using an original poem he wrote, using subtle analogies and foreshadowing love as the idea in the beginning; a tactic to draw them in.
"Kids sure are growing larger these days!"
"Drug abuse is hardly seen!"
"My eyes view only opaque haze...
from the awing abundance of trees!"
"Not a soul took their life this year!"
"And not one harassed for being queer!"
"Bullying?
What is this word you say?"

"My son is not known for
deceiving tricks,
or time spent in various prisons!"
"My daughter is not known
by her shade of lipstick,
in fact, when she speaks
everyone listens!"

"Not one reason to lock your door!"
"Avarice defamed, people are content with less,
rejoicing graciously for!"
"Did you hear of the major contribution
Of food for the poor?"
"I took a moment to watch water drops glisten"

"Predisposed judgements?
Don't make me laugh."
"Ink on the skin is an expression,
and a craft!"
"Those holes in their skin?
That just means they seek more!"

"It never occurred to me
To speak not the truth!"
"My government provides safety
without being uncouth"
"In fact, the president's never aloof
He's stern in his convictions!"

"Our troops have returned
from what they're calling
'the unnecessary war!'"
"BP oil are hanging their heads
to the floor!"
"And all marine life scrambling to shore,
don't worry, with this sanctuary, we be hoof"*


These things were heard on opposite day
And unless thoughts stray
They'll remain this way.
Don't let it waste, or let it fray
Because it matters right here, right now
Today
Written at 3:11 PM July 1st, 2014 by Christopher Polizzi (THE Apache Tomcat)
Ena Alysopriono Oct 2014
Every word I write
Every paper I use

I am killing trees

Every word you write
Every paper you use

You are killing trees

Every homework assignment given
Every essay turned in

We are all killing trees

We do it so naturally
A press of a button
A stroke of a pen

Trees are so fragile
Like a life

If we can **** trees so easily
Who says we will think more about destroying anything else
Including each other

So next time you reach for paper
Think of trees
Think of life
I love trees. :)
They drank the river dry
And with parched lips
Looked up to the sky
For even more.

They cut all the trees
And with a gasp
Later asked
Where's our beautiful view.

They send prayers and pollution
Into the air
And wonder why
Why acid rain is the only response
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