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i left the party.
everything felt better when i got some
running water underneath my feet
and felt the brisk winds kiss my rosy cheeks,
the only thing i need brushing up against me.
looking down i found
the riverbeds and arches were laced
with fleeting reflections of fireflies.
i'm missing the meteor shower tonight
sitting in the village square i come to
when i'm sick to my stomach of staring up
and not seeing a single twinkling light.
because pollution has plucked the stars
from my city's night skies.
there's a street corner over a city or two
where we could see falling stars perfectly
in the graveyard or by the nelson monument.
somewhere much more romantic.
Seema Aug 2017
Green forests eliminating
The wildlife extincting
Bulldozering, man machines
Look how the heartless cleans
Big factories, more pollution
Activist hailing for solution
Yet, enjoy the shopping malls
And watch sunsets over the walls
More diseases in the air
I guess nature is being fair
Using all the forest lands
Now a concrete jungle stands...

©sim
She flows patiently like a river.
Her love was perennial for you.
Then you stuck her like a tsunami.
Your pollutant words turned her grey.
With a brave heart, she turned courses,
Keeping you thirsty of eternal love.
She flows patiently like a river,
Jumps off cliff into a fearless waterfall.
Seema Jun 2017
Dear Humans,

My cries are unheard
From all around I suffer
Someday I'd be dead
And your life would be tougher

You don't realise a small litter,
The effect it has on me
You have turned cold and bitter
Only a dumping ground you see

If I had a brain like yours
I'd keep things tidy and clean
If I had hands like yours
I'd be responsible, rather than mean

Your selfish and ignorant being
Has earned many followers indeed
Litter lying everywhere unseen
Some stuck in the overgrown ****

I try to retain and maintain my features
But look around, see my ground  
Man with their metallic creatures
Has greatly abolished my surround

My greenery, my forest, my pets
Destroyed, right over my eyes
I seek help, please do not hesitate
Clean up litter, hear my cries

The pollution has reached its core
People educated, yet illiterate freaks
With desire to feed themselves more
And litter, adding towards the ozone leaks

Take actions, before I become a dump ball
Spinning slowly in the vast universe
Amplify my unheard global call
And uplift me from this devastating curse...




Signed,
Mother Nature
Planet Earth



©sim
Leila Whitney Jun 2017
Society is currently a haze.

Trying to cover the polluted air and water.
It has made it seem alright to exclude yourself from the chemical slaughter.

  Can you not hear the suffering. Because  do. I hear it in the buzzing of cars from my bedroom window.
I hear it in the emptiness of my neighborhood park with swings swaying low.

   I would not wish it upon anyone to live in the blissful seclusion.
I am sorry to burst your bubble, to break your illusion.

The world is dying as society is hiding that you could make an impact.
Do not be blinded by its technological act.

   Is it just me who wants to feel?
It cannot be just me who wants this world to heal.

I crave to truly experience my surroundings.
While others just want to move on and I find it confounding.

   Is your eyesight impaired.
How is your anger not flared?

The world is dying right before you.
Reaching for your help, yes it’s true.

Is it that your heart’s not open to beauty that cannot be painted?
For our dear world is in the midst of being tainted.

And yet you sit with phone in hand enshrouded in the smoke of cigarettes’ long draws.
Try to look beyond those four walls.

You can take action against the polluting of our earth.
Because it is not mine or yours. It's the birds in the trees earth, it is the grass moved by the breezes earth.

It is not our job to poison.
So I understand your avoidance, I do.

But if I can change so can you!

I want to be fueled by feelings.
By my fear of what is to come.
For I fear a static presence an unchanged future.
Society tells me to forget it.
That it is not my problem to deal with.

Oh how it is wrong, this is my problem and it's your problem and it's his and it's hers and it's all of the above.

It is all of our problems-
´but it is not just that.

It is also our privileges.
Our privilege to walk among-st nature.

To have the power to impact such a glorious creation.
To be it's very salvation.

Society can tell you many things, but it is your choice to open your eyes to the pain, and to the wonder.
I wrote this a very long time ago and I´d like to rewrite it better one day. Today´s not that day
Phoenix Bekkedal May 2017
I kissed the Ocean and she said she was the Sea
During the season of allergies I sneeze with no intention of apologizing
I don't put things behind me
the construction workers outside don't care if I'm sleeping
they keep cutting down trees and I keep weeping because
I. Can't. Sleep.
Big Oil like that doesn't like me
says the green in my blood is a lie
I say I keep my ties and preserve
unlike you monkeys getting what you don't deserve

I know I'm not winning but I know I have the cause and effect of sea breeze
You don't notice me but I'm there I am so there
And when I pick up and show you my hurricane you're scared
but I promise you I'm just letting you know I'm there
Asking you to tell me you care
I woke up very poetic this morning. This is kinda how it works for me.
aurora kastanias May 2017
It once belonged to imagination
Science-fiction novels
Apocalyptic movies
Scary jokes,
Our worst nightmares.

It once was free for all,
No one being could claim
Property over the volatile
Substance.
No one being would dare,
Fearing the rise of horror
And rage.

New businesses for lingering
Problems.
Failure to succeed in taking care
Naturally resolves
In stakeholder’s revenue.
Air in a bottle.

Vitality from Canadian Rockies
160 breaths for 24 dollars.
Canned air to be taken
Tongue-in-cheek.

Aethaer from British countryside
103 dollars a jar.
“Environmental-political artwork”
Giving birth to absurdity.
Notions of “air farming”.

Companies cashing in
On pollution selling
Trendy fashionable designer
Pollution masks,
From 33 to 100 dollars
A piece.

Little or no benefits
On health for desperate
Populations, willing to pay
The price set on air,
To compensate.

Thick smog from factories
Invisible poisons from vehicle exhausts
Seven million people dying
From breathing
Smoke, gases and soot
Pumped into the atmosphere.
For profit.
“Our air is simply an experience that many within China and India will not get to experience,” Vitality Chief executive Moses Lam
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