#globalwarming
I can still hear you
Tapping on the glass window
Wanting to be noticed
Maybe once
Or twice
Nobody seems to like you
But you water our plants
Bring us to life
Soft sound soothes the ear
Brings green to the grass
And man is so ungrateful
To be touched by you
When all you wanted
Was to keep us clean and fresh.
And you still pitter-patter on my window
Persisting proudly
Even in the summer.
Thank you for washing my face
And hiding my tears
in broad daylight.
Thank you for the watering the apple tree
in my garden
She’s thriving thanks to you.
And I know it’s getting harder
With global warming
But I promise that we still love you
And want you
And need you.
Please keep raining for us.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
"I mean, technology is so advanced, it isn't as exciting. I don't know what else we could invent. Maybe something for global warming...that'd be cool."
"There's no such thing, Rihanna."
"Wait, what?"
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
We can put a car in Space
We can save this precious place
From solar heat and Co 2
And green up Mars before we’re through!
Give the Sun a solar shade
Carefully launched and skillfully made
That blocks enough of light and heat
That Earth is shaded, cool and sweet!
It’s not speculation far
We’ll do the opposite for Mars
It’s too cold a living space
So put a great big lens in place
That conserves the Son’s heat and light
And warms the ruby world to life!
As for rising CO 2
Grow our oil from algae goo
(Carbon neutral and cheaper too!)
Plant more trees
Fertilise the sapphire seas
Makes plankton grow
That makes more air
So when Future comes
We’ll still be there!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 7:26 PM UTC
We're killing the earth
And the animals on it
The moons floating away
Like some little comet
The forests are dying
The ice is drying
The birds aren't flying
And everyone's crying
The president wants all of us dead
He takes people out because he's the head
The controller of our country
Land of the free
Except for people
Like you
And me
So much hatred
And so much spite
There is no way back
With out a fight
89 seconds
Until midnight
Can you see clearly yet?
We. Were. Right.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
Fumes escape, we let it bake, deep within our lungs.
To get us there is all we care. It surely can’t do us wrong.
But once you see all the trees without their leaves in May,
you’ll wonder why we start to cry as if we had control of yesterday.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:52 PM UTC
There’s peppermint mocha on the shelves,
but it just now feels like pumpkin spice.
Auburn leaves doing away with green–
slow but subtle, yet still not complete.
So throw your trash in the grass,
it never hurt anything, right?
Let these companies do as they please;
industrialization means more money,
and profit’s what makes this world green.
Who needs fresh air?
There’s premium canisters at the store.
Cut down some more trees,
create more jobs to buy more.
They say money doesn’t buy happiness,
and then ruin our planet.
But it’s the poverty line
that takes everything for granted.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
What is there to do?
As fires burn and hopes melt
What can I do?
With every day that passes,
A new dawn of destruction emerges,
For every bird song,
a million keys bashed
to the beat of the working day.
What will I do?
When my food is gone,
my home,
my work,
my car!
Where do we go?
When water, finally prescious,
Our immaculate containers,
no longer made,
scattered across the oceans carpet.
Why should I care?
When I won’t even be there!
I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe.
It is only I who does something.
Whilst others do nothing.
It’s pointless and futile,
doomed by despots in everyday clothing.
Hoaxes,
misinformation,
It’s blown all out of proportion,
Quacks,
sooth sayers,
falsehoods and lies,
to scare our children,
To darken our minds' skies.
You will regret it.
you will be the reason.
When we all suffer for your gross neglect.
Living it up on earths expense -
thinking only of yourself.
I bet you laugh whilst eating meats
dipped in fine black oils,
gargling, snorting, farting,
I hope you choke! - angry face
Oh how Respect has died an awful death,
Thrown into Mozarts grave,
Along with Reason,
Rationality,
Responsibility,
What can I do?
When none of you see,
The answers are here,
our hands hold the keys.
Show mercy, show care
find comforts in fertile earth,
for tomorrow, she may not soe,
Reuse, reduce, repair - share.
It is not I who can do it -
but we can.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 4:23 AM UTC
winter's melancholy cold
as we fry in Satanic heat
a Hell of our own making
we cut the earth and made her bleed
for greed and war and hate and waste
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 5:52 AM UTC
Summer Days splashing in the river
The bike ride down
The wind in my face
My hair dancing with the breeze
I wish
every
Day
was like This
Dad,
Hanging up his hammock
While me and Maddie walk up the river
Making up our own games
And convincing Dad to let us
Swim in the river
Though the current was rough
I remember how he would sometimes
Say
“yes”
Letting the water
Engulf our bodies
Pulling us gently
Downstream
Years ago
I didn’t realize
I didn’t see how quickly
How quickly our world is disappearing
How quickly the water has dried up
Those days
Slipped out of my hands like water
Slowly evaporating
Slipping from my hands
Dripping into some place
That is unknown
Someday
I will visit this place
The past of my life
The perfect days by the river
Someday.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Sometimes, I think about our future children
Who will grow up not knowing of the stars
Or of splashing in streams of childhood
But only
Black smog and masks
Filtering the poisons we have put
In our lungs
Will they find familiar
Dead animals, dead plants
A dead Earth?
I wonder
If they will be able to run in fields
Without glass between shrubs and on their feet?
Will they know a life?
Outside of the dystopia of our own making?
Meanwhile, here we sit
Living our lavish lifestyles
Not having a care about
Who dies in the process?
Do we not believe
The polar bear who drowned
From a lack of ice
Has a right to live as well?
Or the animals who starve
From humankind's greed
To eat lavish fish and exotic plants.
Do we not think twice
On pumping our plants
Full of toxins
That destroys every insect and ****
From the inside out
In our bodies?
Do we have no idea that eventually
Our land will hold heat so well
We may no longer dine
For everything is dead?
Or will we only care
When the melting ice
Has flooded our towns
Destroying brick homes
And picket fences with
Swingsets in the backyard.
Will it only matter
When we cannot grill meat
Produced from suffering
Or when there is no more profit to be made
From pumping our rivers with manmade monsters
Wonder about our future children
How will they grow
Living a life of disease and death.
But no, it will only matter
When us in the present start dying.
Even more, it will only be of importance
When it isn’t killing people across the world
But in our own homes.
It will not be significant
Until you lose a mother, a best friend
A lover, a child.
Sometimes I wonder about the children
And I apologize
For the life we have condemned them to.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
Today was the end of my life,
yet tomorrow I see all.
I am a rocket creature / My bones lie melted,
in the forest, the trees are / tire tracks which scar my mangled body:
my landing strip. No better \ flesh and bones and
sanctuary than this / humanitarian malice.
God-given world, / Betrayal by the ones we preceded,
untouched; delicate arboretum \ metal glowing eyes above,
Palm fronds— my blankets and \ screaming rubber wheels,
everlasting life felt through the wind in my fur.
Anti-anthropomorphic heaven, / throat charred of secondhand;
I take / the blood of my posterity stained
green for granted. She \ sees the world I am at the mercy of,
who does not belong to me, \ I am a slave to what he wants
yet I am a microscopic essentialist / and a blink of robotic velocity
to her / in which I cannot keep up.
Born of Gaia and a martyr of Growth.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
We are drowning
not in water, but in silence,
each breath swallowed,
a hollow echo of what once was.
The sky forgets the blue it once wore,
now draped in smoke-thick sighs,
the wind hums of almosts and befores,
while hope slips away beneath the tides.
And the sun, now too tired to fight,
bleeds light into a sea that won’t remember,
its warmth wearing down
dying like a goodbye that came too soon.
Islands reach, grasping for air, for mercy,
fingers of earth, worn down by our neglect,
their shadows stretch, long and desperate,
suffocating beneath the weight of what we chose to ignore.
Plastic ghosts cling to the shorelines,
whispering lullabies in a language
we refuse to understand,
as they slowly choke on the promises we broke.
Every wave folds a secret into itself,
ice that cracks beneath the weight of silence,
echoes of futures we threw away,
suffocated by the choices we refuse to face.
Like writing a book where the plot is clear,
yet still, you're caught by the ending,
the ending you could have rewritten
but chose instead to leave as it was.
We carve comfort into the sea’s bones,
etching “it’s fine” into rising tides,
yet every flood speaks what we won’t
this silence isn’t survival, it’s surrender.
(and here is a haiku based off of that <3)
I watch and I wait,
thinking it is not my fight
the tide swallows time.
we thought the sea's fate
was never ours to carry,
so we let it sink.
Footprints on wet sand,
washed away before I move
was I ever here?
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
Mother Gaia is crying
Her tears kiss my skin as I
pollute my lungs on the porch
in a T shirt
She should be twirling
this time of year
all white-flake
wonder-eyes
fierce, cold
unapologetic skies
but we’ve been polluting Her lungs
for years
and so She cries —
warm, December rain
while I smoke
on my porch
in a t shirt
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 1:21 PM UTC
Gently she raised her dress, revealing where the axe struck the tree,
"Here, a forest once thrived," she whispered solemnly,
Then came the scars, pathways for plastics to reach the sea,
Regret's sewage flowing through springs, an unwanted decree.
Landmines left pockmarks on her face, remnants of war's blight,
Awaiting the innocent, seeking to maim and to ignite,
Deep incisions from perilous landslides, a haunting sight,
A testament to the struggles endured day and night.
She revealed the melting snow, beckoning an avalanche of change,
Witnessing a road where an unsightly swamp once held its range,
Broken ships and skeletons, remnants left estranged,
Abandoned in the depths, hidden in ocean's grange.
Finally, she pointed to the scorching sun with teary eyes, "It didn't burn so fiercely until this heart carried its demise."
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 3:52 PM UTC
Just because you will never be held
Accountable by the unborn face to face
A child who’s to come, yet more like expelled
Say; hundred years from now in this case
Just because you’ll never look him in the eye
Or answer his questions on the nature abuses
In the name of the reasons you had at the time
You and I both know, they were ******** excuses
Just because you can avoid that encounter
You think you can treat the globe the way you do
I’m just gonna ask to nail the lie to the counter
Tell me son of a ***** What does that make you?
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
The clouds are too close to the ground
The mist is far too thick around
Muted ambience, gray sound
Aerated metal snows down
Missing stars amidst the mist
We find our souls adrift
The lid of our world doesn’t exist
So we float out into the abyss
Our place in the universe forgotten
Remember, we are children. Gaia begotten
But our home has become a coffin
The air we breathe has turned rotten
Smothered mother nature
We put a goddess to pasture
And ***** her corpse with rapture
Only to apologize after
Oh please father Ouranos
Though our souls be salacious
With your heavenly shield protect us
From Ra the voracious
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 3:42 PM UTC
Last call, last shout
Last drop till the last drought
We had our chance
And we're all still blowing it
Here's the line
Who will start towing it?
Sink or swim
It's time to start rowing it
We're all standing on
Broad shoulders of greed
We all grew up dependent
on disposable sneeds
Woven from the tufts
of the Redwood trees
But it's not our fault,
It wasn't you and me
It was some old grandstander
That we'll never see
Right...?
Well... Yes and no
And it only goes to show
That this house built of windows
Can't stand one more stones throw
So do we quit our jobs and stop driving?
**** I don't know...
We're past the point of blame
It's not all just a game
The more years you've got
The more hot you'll trot
Believe it or not...
So here's to the treaties!
Lower emissions and make it speedy!
**** all the billionaires,
Let's take care of the needy!
Too much to ask?
They never said it'd be easy.
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
~
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.
~
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
Birds of a feather flock together in the sultry atmosphere, whirring in and out of crepuscular clouds as if it were nothing special. feathers more like needles blacked under the godless face of the wind. The cliff's voice clings to their sun-smeared backs, reminds them of his own position on an empty, red planet and they sing back that gravity lament. The sky goes on about the lovely morning air and sunlight marches when all birds want is a place to lie down from that brittle flight, to rest their hollow bones filled with a lost longing.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
The world is dying
Can't you see?
It's so **** obvious.
All I want is to be free.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
The world is not perfect, nor is it kind; with each progressive step forward, we leave more behind.
The rich give a copper piece, while they take ten gold. Has your charity forgotten the old man and boy, who harvest your coal? What merit is there in giving, if one takes more?
It's interesting, that humans have made "humanity" a show; kindness, compassion, fun, how many do you know?
For a world that's global warming, the hottest summer days feel so... cold.
Perhaps it is a global warning, to let the others knows, that most of us have a house... but too few, a home.
This house is a prison, its cells are polished purple heart, behind which I am truly alone; I am the person who admires this "purple" heart, though I loathe my own.
I am a whisper, reaching far and wide, through this phone. To most my words are beautiful poems; to few they are more; something that their hearts can hold, and have some warmth amidst the cold.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 9:29 PM UTC
The heat of the pyre;
The way of the fire.
The strength of the earth;
I've had it since birth.
The ebb of the stream;
The power to dream.
The strength of the hurricane
Puts us in further pain.
The depth of the void;
Our future destroyed.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC