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G H Goodland Jun 2016
A streak of his tail, the laminations of my soul
Is today still day or has night kept busy
A third no more, he's hidden the signs
That dragon waits while the woman gives birth
It's a counterfeit of the true light. Yeshua is that light.
Rustle McBride May 2016
a cool and windy morning
the sun upon a cloud
bring forth in me a wish to see
the forest and the tree

i continue to the forest
no idea of what i'll see
as Nature gives a magic show
within the canopy

the birds provide a concert
sweet music to the ears
squirrels do acrobatics
chasing friends and fun and fears

the Garden gives a bounty
your senses fancy feast
as we finally see the beauty
we never saw within a beast

Nature is a wonder show
so many splendid scenes
entertaining us forever
with every last routine

as a viewer we're responsible
we must give it support
we must take it to the white house
and fight for it in court.

it must be made as law
and forced through the legislature
or else i fear we're bound to see
the final act of Nature
Cody Haag May 2016
How dare I meander through the woods,
And touch the trees with my fingers?
Nature wails loudly like a siren,
Yet here among the trees humankind lingers.

The grass crunches under my feet,
It might as well be the skulls of the innocent.
Nature exists as a cruel force but
Compared to people it is benevolent.

Smoke trails from chimneys to the sky,
Like black ink staining bright pages.
Mother Nature’s very tears consist of acid,
Which has accumulated throughout the ages.

Forests are ravaged so that we can have amenities,
Have the desired fabrics, papers, and things of the like.
Humans draw from nature as if it is expendable,
And the environment cannot retaliate nor strike.

When a child is beaten by his parents,
The world is aghast,
For how could one so young
Motivate hatred so vast?

Yet so few weep for nature,
Which in essence is that same crying child.
Unable to raise a hand in defense
Against destruction that is so wild.

Our fingers are stained with Mother Nature’s blood,
Yet we dare to bask in Her beauty.
We have failed to protect her
And we have abandoned our duty.
Utsav Gandhi Apr 2016
Blue water flows underneath the small bridge
The turquoise flowing calmly past the singing birds

The warm smell of clean air
Sifts through my nostrils

The green trees hold their heads high
The leaves hum a gentle lullaby

The dark clouds hover above the snowy mountains
Until a ray of sunlight flares up the white peaks

The peaks erupt orange like a volcano
The sunlight shimmering over the gray clouds

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I see a frail yellowing building smoking a giant cigarette
Black smoke rising calmly from its cancerous lungs

I can see the silver lining disappear
They form the silhouette of a dark cloud

I hear the abandoned bridges wailing eulogies
With dry sand flowing underneath

I see lifeless dust settled on the unused metallic cars
All rusted beyond recognition

I see the gray ocean of space stretched
Beyond the horizon…across this broken world

I hear the brown trees rustle their death….our death
This is our apocalypse

Another civilization destroyed
Another civilization added to the history books.
Ana S Apr 2016
So today is earth day.
A day where we celebrate.
After all the earth has done,
We treat it like ****.
We are slowly killing it.
We are filling it.
Filling it with trash and gunk.
Making it smell worse than a skunk.
We are contributing to global warming.
Yes we are killing the earth here is a warning.
Stop.
Let the earth live.
Stop killing it.
For earth day...
Francie Lynch Apr 2016
The world is losing
Gravity,
But no one can escape,
We're hurtling on our petrie dish
In a gel that seals our fate;
Gravitating
Towards black holes;
They're closer than you think.

In China
There's a wall of dust,
Seen clear from outer space;
Our living waters die
In a legacy of disgrace.
We're citizens
Wearing masks;
We should hide our faces,
But we're running daily tasks.
We're fossils burning
Fossil fuels
Found in cremation gas.

The amphibians
Are on the fringe;
Whales can't sound,
They run aground.
It's an environmental slaughter.

Our world has lost
Some gravity.
We need to plant our feet,
But  charnel fires
And greenhouse gas
Have hastened our retreat.
Migrating birds lose sense of time,
Confused by the lights.
The mourning dove coos at night,
The nightingale at dawn;
We're like
New turtles muddling,
Under lost starlight.
We must grasp
The gravity
Of burning
Burning  light.
Repost in honor of Earth Day, April 21st.
Devin Lawrence Apr 2016
Whether the rain pours,
hail falls,
and mud seeps inside my shoes,
I always walk.

Whether there's a better,
easier way
to reach where I'm trying to go,
I always walk.

Whether there are hands extended
or faceless shame,
ever since the age of three
I always walk.

Whether you care,
whether the wind is at my back,
I've never been carried,
I always walk.

Even when my mother cries,
even if my father dies,
if my children are my own,
they will walk
close behind.

Whether love
or pollen
pollutes the air
and my red eyes can no longer see,
I will always walk.

Whether the song I sing
is one that you know,
or one that you don't care to hear,
I always walk.

Cars go rushing by,
people pass in silence.
Like the potholes you swerve to avoid,
I persist.

I fell once;
I crawled and begged for a hand,
but I was held down and convinced
I would never walk again.



Then I stood;
On that day,
with vindication in the breath I exhaled,
I swore to always walk -
and even God took note.
farhan Apr 2016
So what some have bought the future today
We are scared the most today ever than yesterday
Others say a better today than the yesterday, so what,
Are we not scared the most ever than today?

Men seek pleasure from what yesterdays’ disdained
Greed we had but now ingrained
Take the trial of love, and see,
Are we, are we not sure, that we will be detained?

Geeks are making life elegantly comfortable
Innocent of the price that will be paid by our dependable
In the placates such as these, on the doomsday,
Can we be sure, so sure, we will be salable?
Arvind Krish Apr 2016
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt
The brook flows bound to wastes

Cut, Cut, Cut
The fallen trees they shed

****, ****, ****
The animals roasted in fire.

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke
The grey turned air sneeze

Blast, Blast, Blast
The wrecks of once mighty peaks

Dry, Dry, Dry
The last drop water vapourise

War, War, War
Men pierce hearts and blood

Throw, Throw, Throw
food ever to be scarce

Explode, Explode, Explode
The radium bursting the cells

Invent, Invent ,Invent
all that earth never wanted

Destroy, Demolish ,Doom
until the last life turns solid

Bleed, Bleed, Bleed
Earth you are never more alive.

For mankind was never
to be a savior
Never to be an angel
But to be the mark of doom.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2016
Mankind built vain dream
Vast cities at rising seas
Faces upon water
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