#ecosystem - Hello Poetry

mother nature is beyond angry... rising temperatures, melting ice, and rising sea levels hurricanes, droughts, wildfires, and floods if that wasn’t enough the humans are cutting down the woods ecosystems are being destroyed, the ocean becomes acidic fossil fuels burn, more carbon dioxide emitted if there’s no trees to absorb the excess co2 then it’s absorbed by the sea unfortunately that means the marine ecosystem is affected forgotten and unprotected not taken care of… neglected a loss of biodiversity that then results in extinction and migration how long will mother nature put up with this situation? rising temperatures and extreme weather events just seems like a retaliation it seems that mother nature is running out of patience i fear without education and significant mitigation mother nature might just lose the will to live…

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Dec 19, 2025

Dec 19, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC

by-johanna

Mother nature

mother nature is beyond angry... rising temperatures, melting ice, and rising sea levels hurricanes, droughts, wildfires, and floods if that wasn’t enough the humans are cutting down the woods ecosystems are being destroyed, the ocean becomes acidic fossil fuels burn, more carbon dioxide emitted if there’s no trees to absorb the excess co2 then it’s absorbed by the sea unfortunately that means the marine ecosystem is affected forgotten and unprotected not taken care of… neglected a loss of biodiversity that then results in extinction and migration how long will mother nature put up with this situation? rising temperatures and extreme weather events just seems like a retaliation it seems that mother nature is running out of patience i fear without education and significant mitigation mother nature might just lose the will to live…

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Come aboard this submarine, and observe the sea, so peaceful and serene, yet terrifying. Ebbing and flowing, never shrinking nor growing, the tides come for payment due. Waves crash and slash, writhing and weaving, smoothing rocks, bringing seashells but spreading plastic. Coral grows in a thousand hues amidst the bright and dreary blues. Fish and octopi wander unaware of the world so sombre. Debris and rotting bones sink, along with skin and dust, uncaring and indifferent. Descend into these darkened depths, no, no need for eyes, do try and hold your breath. Curling tails and bladed mandibles, they promise to only take a bite. Deceiving lights and crushing pressure, this place welcomes not. Finally. At the depths. The water crushes your skull, and you are truly free. Why is there a plastic bag?

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May 10, 2025

May 10, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC

null_lurker

Boats and Bones

Come aboard this submarine, and observe the sea, so peaceful and serene, yet terrifying. Ebbing and flowing, never shrinking nor growing, the tides come for payment due. Waves crash and slash, writhing and weaving, smoothing rocks, bringing seashells but spreading plastic. Coral grows in a thousand hues amidst the bright and dreary blues. Fish and octopi wander unaware of the world so sombre. Debris and rotting bones sink, along with skin and dust, uncaring and indifferent. Descend into these darkened depths, no, no need for eyes, do try and hold your breath. Curling tails and bladed mandibles, they promise to only take a bite. Deceiving lights and crushing pressure, this place welcomes not. Finally. At the depths. The water crushes your skull, and you are truly free. Why is there a plastic bag?

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I am Sindhu, I sowed life in the soil of Mohenjo-Daro, Carrying the laughter of Harappa in my waves, I scattered the first seeds of civilization. Cities of brick, wells of water, Dreams that bloomed in my lap. But look, time betrayed me, My waters dried, Harappa fell silent, Mohenjo-Daro was buried beneath the earth, Human greed crushed the environment. Now filth flows in my waves, The pride of civilization weeps in silence. I, Sindhu, stand today with a question, Whom shall I blame for this destruction?

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC

sajan-koirala

I AM SINDU

I am Sindhu, I sowed life in the soil of Mohenjo-Daro, Carrying the laughter of Harappa in my waves, I scattered the first seeds of civilization. Cities of brick, wells of water, Dreams that bloomed in my lap. But look, time betrayed me, My waters dried, Harappa fell silent, Mohenjo-Daro was buried beneath the earth, Human greed crushed the environment. Now filth flows in my waves, The pride of civilization weeps in silence. I, Sindhu, stand today with a question, Whom shall I blame for this destruction?

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Birds, Herds, and Herbs converge, Within weeds and trees-- some evergreens, These roisterous worlds, a wonderous sight! The flume of art and the womb of life. But what if I were to say, This rite has grown dull, For the true beauty, Lies in your soul. Indeed! It's true! You're full of hue, A teeming world resides in you! Your body, mind, all shaped by time, Host to shine of different designs, Friends, foes, and fair alike, Within your bounds, have made a life. So know this well, embrace the view-- The universe is part of you!

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Apr 2, 2025

Apr 2, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC

Narinder01

The Ecosystem in You,

Birds, Herds, and Herbs converge, Within weeds and trees-- some evergreens, These roisterous worlds, a wonderous sight! The flume of art and the womb of life. But what if I were to say, This rite has grown dull, For the true beauty, Lies in your soul. Indeed! It's true! You're full of hue, A teeming world resides in you! Your body, mind, all shaped by time, Host to shine of different designs, Friends, foes, and fair alike, Within your bounds, have made a life. So know this well, embrace the view-- The universe is part of you!

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Tree leaves are green, With bark brown like cigar paper. Or at least they were, Back in the 1920's. Oh boy it's hot in here! The planet is starting to sizzle, Quick, ban gas! Better ride my bicycle to places now. We the people, Might be ******* Maybe we can be saved, If we give our money up to Musk, Electric cars are going to save the planet! Well we're gonna need more fuel than that, To ***** wind turbines to replace coal furnaces.

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Jan 18, 2025

Jan 18, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Ecosystem Vs. Economy

Tree leaves are green, With bark brown like cigar paper. Or at least they were, Back in the 1920's. Oh boy it's hot in here! The planet is starting to sizzle, Quick, ban gas! Better ride my bicycle to places now. We the people, Might be ******* Maybe we can be saved, If we give our money up to Musk, Electric cars are going to save the planet! Well we're gonna need more fuel than that, To ***** wind turbines to replace coal furnaces.

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We humans have messed around With Mother Nature and her eco-system For years and years Decades and decades Centuries and centuries Felling gazillions of trees Turning forests into concrete jungles Filling ponds, lakes, rivers and seas With tons and tons of toxic waste Releasing enough carbon monoxide into the air To wreck the entire troposphere The list of sins against Nature goes on and on With no end in sight Given all this, who are we to complain When Mother Nature has had enough And unleashes her fury on us Through earthquakes and tsunamis Avalanches and volcanoes Hurricanes and tornadoes Floods and droughts And so on Remember, Mother Nature has blessed us With oodles of riches In the form of plants and trees Mountains and forests Ponds, lakes, rivers, seas and oceans And last but not the least, oxygen! It is time we show her some gratitude And more importantly, respect and compassion And stop messing around with the eco-system Remember the famous old saying Live and let live It doesn't mean infrastructure shouldn't be developed We can build roads We can build a railway network We can build houses We can build schools and colleges We can build hospitals We can build libraries However, as my grandfather used to say There is a limit to everything And we should also plant trees Build gardens and parks Switch to renewable sources of energy And cut down severely on emissions A balance should be maintained After all, messing around with Mother Nature Will only bring about our own downfall There have been enough natural disasters Caused by human negligence Let's not add to the list Which is already longer than the river Nile!

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May 9, 2022

May 9, 2022 at 12:54 PM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

Why We Shouldn't Mess Around with Mother Nature

We humans have messed around With Mother Nature and her eco-system For years and years Decades and decades Centuries and centuries Felling gazillions of trees Turning forests into concrete jungles Filling ponds, lakes, rivers and seas With tons and tons of toxic waste Releasing enough carbon monoxide into the air To wreck the entire troposphere The list of sins against Nature goes on and on With no end in sight Given all this, who are we to complain When Mother Nature has had enough And unleashes her fury on us Through earthquakes and tsunamis Avalanches and volcanoes Hurricanes and tornadoes Floods and droughts And so on Remember, Mother Nature has blessed us With oodles of riches In the form of plants and trees Mountains and forests Ponds, lakes, rivers, seas and oceans And last but not the least, oxygen! It is time we show her some gratitude And more importantly, respect and compassion And stop messing around with the eco-system Remember the famous old saying Live and let live It doesn't mean infrastructure shouldn't be developed We can build roads We can build a railway network We can build houses We can build schools and colleges We can build hospitals We can build libraries However, as my grandfather used to say There is a limit to everything And we should also plant trees Build gardens and parks Switch to renewable sources of energy And cut down severely on emissions A balance should be maintained After all, messing around with Mother Nature Will only bring about our own downfall There have been enough natural disasters Caused by human negligence Let's not add to the list Which is already longer than the river Nile!

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One regret for all those farm pigs wiggling their toes one last time on that ride to the market wiggling, wiggling like there's no tomorrow taking in the waning hours thoughts of their sow and babies left behind gasping the last breath of air and life the ride, the death march the winding turns the roar of a diesel engine the small cracks in the crate light filtering in bringing tears to their eyes the saddest eyes ever and the final curtain for somehow they know the fattening destiny's child this piggy went to market was a storybook fable facing all around them the others know, too their hearts beating down when the truck stops sorry not for coffee this time … collectively squeals abound the crates perspiring, thrashing the bounty of life on the dinner table the cruelty of such for no cargo is overturned as the hum of death nears sound of the blades soon rises above the prayers darkness kicks in taking in the ecosystem sadly regretfully as wiggling toes stop Logan Robertson 9/02/2019

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC

logan-robertson

Farm Pigs Go To Market

One regret for all those farm pigs wiggling their toes one last time on that ride to the market wiggling, wiggling like there's no tomorrow taking in the waning hours thoughts of their sow and babies left behind gasping the last breath of air and life the ride, the death march the winding turns the roar of a diesel engine the small cracks in the crate light filtering in bringing tears to their eyes the saddest eyes ever and the final curtain for somehow they know the fattening destiny's child this piggy went to market was a storybook fable facing all around them the others know, too their hearts beating down when the truck stops sorry not for coffee this time … collectively squeals abound the crates perspiring, thrashing the bounty of life on the dinner table the cruelty of such for no cargo is overturned as the hum of death nears sound of the blades soon rises above the prayers darkness kicks in taking in the ecosystem sadly regretfully as wiggling toes stop Logan Robertson 9/02/2019

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Her crisp vocals paint paths, long poised by me. Her beauty is a reality where my ecosystem drives. Her omnidirectional audio reads every touch and feels every string. Her heart-bytes pump voltage in my device(veins). Her smartness is a safe place, where I shut down. © Feelings Coated

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC

DIPTIDHA

Ecosystem

Her crisp vocals paint paths, long poised by me. Her beauty is a reality where my ecosystem drives. Her omnidirectional audio reads every touch and feels every string. Her heart-bytes pump voltage in my device(veins). Her smartness is a safe place, where I shut down. © Feelings Coated

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I know what is killing the reef* the bureaucrats are just lying they know why it's coming to grief and, before its time's up, dying. When you consider just how much is being made through tourist trade those ill effects of human touch you'll understand what evil's made. Sure, there are other things as well it would be foolish to deny and of ignorance not to tell but the main one is a fare's pry. The reef's a large ecosystem that's been here for millions of years many creatures from it do stem human pollution gives no cheers. The wonders by sight that it gives won't allow a stone left unturned causing harm to it as it lives; another problem by man churned. Nature's real gauge of climate change has now been rising steadily making the weather appear strange and the reef languishing to be. It will be required for a while to leave it alone and help it recover from the human guile that's only destroying to wit. If we don't recognise this truth or cause of the problem at hand it would only deny our youth of them ever seeing it grand. Too much of a good thing can be turned into something bad for all if those involved but fail to see the damage caused and so forestall. Just think of what life would be like if we could now do something to prevent such a disastrous hike but failed to act or carry through. ---------- To reverse the trend, where possible, of an adverse condition or situation we must take certain specific opposite measures with due consideration. S.O.#128 © 2019 George Krokos ___________________

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC

George-Krokos

Why The Reef is Dying

I know what is killing the reef* the bureaucrats are just lying they know why it's coming to grief and, before its time's up, dying. When you consider just how much is being made through tourist trade those ill effects of human touch you'll understand what evil's made. Sure, there are other things as well it would be foolish to deny and of ignorance not to tell but the main one is a fare's pry. The reef's a large ecosystem that's been here for millions of years many creatures from it do stem human pollution gives no cheers. The wonders by sight that it gives won't allow a stone left unturned causing harm to it as it lives; another problem by man churned. Nature's real gauge of climate change has now been rising steadily making the weather appear strange and the reef languishing to be. It will be required for a while to leave it alone and help it recover from the human guile that's only destroying to wit. If we don't recognise this truth or cause of the problem at hand it would only deny our youth of them ever seeing it grand. Too much of a good thing can be turned into something bad for all if those involved but fail to see the damage caused and so forestall. Just think of what life would be like if we could now do something to prevent such a disastrous hike but failed to act or carry through. ---------- To reverse the trend, where possible, of an adverse condition or situation we must take certain specific opposite measures with due consideration. S.O.#128 © 2019 George Krokos ___________________

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my eyes are flashlights my face a mess of beauty standards and hidden rage i am a building many people at the same good evil none all for different fame i breathe co2 i drink gasoline in a cup my skin is rough concrete wires all the way up i speak in machines scream drills and hammers i am all noise, chaos what comfort is there in silence? i dress in fake nature plastic bags hold my pride i take the control but never once do i command i am the cancer on earth's lung i am the darkness tainting all black i am what they call progess but i am what prevents us from it i am a mess of glass and conctrete all in one i may seem pretty and kind creating opportunities all around i build your home just to tear the real one apart and deep in the night between the flashes and chaos one may be able to see a kind of nature that it is still out of my graspe but as selfish as i am i blind you with my light preventing you to fall from a far-away love do not look away no, do not look at what truly is beautiful because if you do if you see how the water flows or how the sun shines or even feel the grass you might forget me— you should resent me you must break me— just so you can go back

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Dec 20, 2017

Dec 20, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC

nanda

what we have become ;

my eyes are flashlights my face a mess of beauty standards and hidden rage i am a building many people at the same good evil none all for different fame i breathe co2 i drink gasoline in a cup my skin is rough concrete wires all the way up i speak in machines scream drills and hammers i am all noise, chaos what comfort is there in silence? i dress in fake nature plastic bags hold my pride i take the control but never once do i command i am the cancer on earth's lung i am the darkness tainting all black i am what they call progess but i am what prevents us from it i am a mess of glass and conctrete all in one i may seem pretty and kind creating opportunities all around i build your home just to tear the real one apart and deep in the night between the flashes and chaos one may be able to see a kind of nature that it is still out of my graspe but as selfish as i am i blind you with my light preventing you to fall from a far-away love do not look away no, do not look at what truly is beautiful because if you do if you see how the water flows or how the sun shines or even feel the grass you might forget me— you should resent me you must break me— just so you can go back

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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

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May 21, 2017

May 21, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC

PhoenixBekkedal

Ecosystemic loving in my boneflow

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

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From the alluring meadows of plants, and the enchanting wonders that encompass it. Each organism unique, none as much as even bleak. As we grow and split, cell by cell. Animals grow with development, Autotrophs harness sunlight, and breathe in food. An unknown stimuli, compromising all we'll know. Leaving animals free of their golden glow. Their response will soon show, animals in exile from their once snug homes.

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Apr 15, 2017

Apr 15, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC

ravenpoetry

Stimuli

From the alluring meadows of plants, and the enchanting wonders that encompass it. Each organism unique, none as much as even bleak. As we grow and split, cell by cell. Animals grow with development, Autotrophs harness sunlight, and breathe in food. An unknown stimuli, compromising all we'll know. Leaving animals free of their golden glow. Their response will soon show, animals in exile from their once snug homes.

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There is an ecosystem of conflict thriving in my brain. A world with questions for residents and doubts for landscapes. I’m not sure if I’m actually reaching for answers right now, although something in my soul aches. Those landscapes are parched and turning to deserts under the sun the residents have named: Uncertainty.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC

lastuxedo

Infl!ct!on

There is an ecosystem of conflict thriving in my brain. A world with questions for residents and doubts for landscapes. I’m not sure if I’m actually reaching for answers right now, although something in my soul aches. Those landscapes are parched and turning to deserts under the sun the residents have named: Uncertainty.

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It plummets and wave takes way, But carries imprint of love and life, Develop its niche through air, water and soil.... Refurbish to energy Energies and connect web Continue the cycle!

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC

jayanra-kr-sarma

Quill

It plummets and wave takes way, But carries imprint of love and life, Develop its niche through air, water and soil.... Refurbish to energy Energies and connect web Continue the cycle!

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