#litter
Red Sahara sand
covers the littering, it's --
smoothening the world.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 4:09 AM UTC
We post to find a better life
A purchase with no payment
A silver crystal shell of hope,
Golden red letter sealant
Our folded wings to lug the chain
Shine glitter on the pavement...
Our broken home to elevate
The fragrant cheapest moments
Delivery is paramount...
For delight undeserved
It’s worth it to perch it -
To be rich in earth’s ****
The bitterer, the better...
Gut wrench hope through this twister
Till we blether one last measure,
To post into the litter.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
urination stench
leaf decay and mans litter
yet ... spears of green life
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
But do you not realize how
Littered
You are, with so much
Time–
Still,
You choose to waste it
Yet time will always lick
Our wounds
Given the time, for us to heal
We are
_Time's litter._
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
It was windy today
I did not walk alone on the beach
or hear its many creaks and groans
the watery moans of margin land
where sea becomes sand, and tide becomes sky
I sat in the car to keep myself dry
and watch the squawking seabirds fly
battling the wind for scraps
thrown and trapped in a playful breeze
which dropped and then continued to tease
litter turned to crisp packet sails
that danced and skipped in the stinging air
with a grace and freedom I could not share
all the same I’m glad I was there
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm picking litter
To clear out the litter in my head
To clear out what was said
With a robot arm
I mean you no harm
It's a mental need
To sow new seed
The needs of the planet
Are called out by the Goddess Tanit
Let's gather more litter
And afray from being bitter
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
My destiny is becoming quicker
I'll bound to be a middle aged litter picker
I see the cans and mackie dee's wrap
I see the hedges full of crap
I walk around the block 'n shake my head
I come across discarded plastic 'n shake with dread
The old woman waddles with her ID badge
I'm on a mission, watch out Madge
I envisage buying the remote grabber
You know the one that'll make me madder
All I need next is a bag
To pick up the sea of discarded ***
I see an old guy bending over
Perhaps he's checking that there is some clover
Perhaps he's comes to get rid of blue
No, no, no, no he's a middle aged picker too
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:18 AM UTC
a short ways from town
and our species ceases
nature has the lay
the landscape is not our charge
relief
i recover an empty beer bottle
amongst some frosty sedge
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
concrete castles, brick battlements,
chimneys billowing black smoke.
sky, leaden and forever dull;
this is the city of the guls.
perched upon red brick walls
and slated rooftops
they unleash their cries of battle
and dive, strafing as they fly;
gutting wheelie-bins, squabbling
over human trash and muck.
this is treasure to the guls,
their feathers diseased and their
necks sporting plastic trophies.
they ****** from grubby human hands
and swallow all they can;
their gullets hold no guilt or shame
for the human filth called 'man.'
the guls know their city: every cranny
and every nook. they have always ruled
from their royal perches:
ruthless, ***** and proud. they look
upon human men with beady eyes
as they leave humble offerings,
and they cackle
chorusing with their high-pitched
squawks. for humans are
mere pests
among those mighty guls.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:54 AM UTC
Momma always reminded me to “Keep the forest clean” when we went up to our cabin.
“Keep the streets clean” when we went into the city.
“Find the source of the problem,” she said.
“find the litter. Once you’ve found it, clean it up and the world will be a little prettier.”
Eventually, even though I tried hard, the beaches were still too ***** for momma. She took her own instruction and found the source of the problem. She found the litter. Once she’d found that, she cleaned it up and the world was prietter again.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
A parent in a supermarket aisle
slaps her toddler hard and
the child screams in pain and shock.
A teenager walking along a busy street
drops the wrapper of his chocolate-bar
on the footpath.
A woman in a cinema-theatre
in the middle of the movie
calls on her mobile-phone
her son to tell him about the movie,
disturbing the other movie-watchers.
A man walking his dog along a street
takes his dog off the leash and
the dog barks aggressively and lunges
at frightened pedestrians.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
You know you are wrong
when you bed me in our own litter
and The Feaster raises its head
to feed our relations with its attention
We persist
and you're having none of my boring objections
This bed has become a field
of mammal ply and spell craft
We sign out glyphs
in energies and positionings
In The Feasters eyes
we have meaning
we are positive
we glow for it
Feathers from air
we tap out
with a shared vocal hark
..in crash the mind ;
plan flown on
an excercise of oblivion
Criminal tide rising
to feel upon the doggy moon
When The Love has only known The Night Time
with little illumination
the revealed is a frightful thing ;
a Medicine and a Leviathan
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
I sat outside today eating
Sushi and miso soup in the sun
Some squirrels came by
And stared at me hopefully
I put a bit of miso soup in the lid
And set it out for them
But they weren't interested
Then a gust of cold wind blew the lid over
And the soup was spilled
One of the squirrels went for the crumbs
In an old potato chip bag instead
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
When I was but a child
To litter seemed a scandelous crime
As we were taking a walk one day
I vowed
That I’d bring
My plastic grabby tool out
And clean it all up
...
We got home
Milk and cookies
Was all it to took
For me to forget
...
A couple of years later
I saw a piece of plastic in our yard
I picked it up
Brought it home
And disposed of it
Feeling great about myself
...
The year after my brother happened to have a park cleanup
At his school
I had time
So I thought,
Why not?
I came along
Used funky tools
Counted each piece I picked up
Feeling good about myself
Then I went home
To eat some cookies
...
The next time I saw a piece of trash,
I acknowledged there wasn’t anything much I would do about it
...
After that I stopped noticing all together
They instill the knowledge in kids
That littering is bad
But just words
Are words
Until we put in a team effort
Rather than acknowledging others will do it for us
Or that it’s too hopeless
Nothing will ever get done
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
✍️✍️✍️ नमन नागर ✍️✍️✍️
जब तक था दुनिया का मतलब l
यूज किया मुझे ll
होते ही मतलब पूरा बोले l
जा छोड़ दिया तुझे ll
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
Look out in the field when you drive by
Look to the ditch that your cruising beside
Look to the grass and you will see
Look upon that constellation of trash
That tells the story of how we treat
This street
This neighborhood
This town
This county
This state
This country
This continent
This place
We call home
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Impulse buys and crap meat pies,
crispy snacks and cans
Fast food bags, discarded **** all chucked from sweaty hands
Into bushes, roadside drops or tossed from speeding cars
Consume and lob, “it’s not my prob”
junk stuffed from fist to gob
Foods that **** eat our streets, Mother nature’s ******
Disrespectful, scant regard, her beauty hid amidst
A correlation, may I address... littering to health
Or on a controversial note, worst areas lack in wealth
Discarded dreams, stretched at the seams
Life’s stitching’s come undone
Scratch paper hopers, ciggy smokers
Our streets are overrun
Deadly habits, toxic foods, mainly line our streets
Left for volunteers to pick, a never-ending feat
Healthy trash? Avocado smash?
Imagine streets adorn
Kale and spinach everywhere
We wade through piles of corn
“There’s ****** carrots are everywhere, why don’t they use the bin”
“That courgette’s dropped right next to it, why not just put it in?”
Coastal towns with plastic seas, wildlife getting sick
All tangled, trapped in Ghost nets like a phantom sailors’ trick
Above the ground to the depths below the litter never ends
Poor old Mother Earth, being driven round the bend
So how do we control this? Education is the answer?
Let’s all work to turn it round for Generation Alpha
The new emerging vibrant minds, absorbing like a sponge
The lessons passed on down to them, by loving Dads & Mums
A shift in thinking is afoot, I feel it in my bones
Let’s join as one community, it starts within our homes.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Don't cry for me
I am not worth your tears
Do not mourn me
I am not worth your sadness
Don't comfort me
I am not worth your time
I am not worth your affection
I am not worth your care
I am not worth your worry
I am not worth your efforts
I am worth little more than the dirt on your shoes
Which you cast away in disgust
I am worth less than the trash you throw away
Which you hurry to get rid of
So it will not ***** your hands any longer
Pay me no mind
And I will try to give you no trouble
But I am like litter
Out of control
With only few willing to clean me up
I seem so inconsequential
And at times I am
But litter only spreads filth
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
we cannot condone those
who trash a writing zone
they waltz in and litter the abode
as if it's theirs alone
well excuse us for not liking
the bad state of our cone
before they turned up everything
had a tidiness in tone
*the ******* has no sense*
of where it should hang out
it just delights in strewing
its self liberally about
we're all wishing that it'll
be on the way out
cause none of us are
fussed at its piling tout
our environment is under
a waste cloud
may we soon see a lifting
of its grotty shroud
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
Hey everyone from New York to California
Please, no more littering our land and seas
No more throwing out trash from your vehicles
or depositing your leftovers under trees
Help keep America beautiful Please!
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
When days are drowning
And wind is charming
The laughing Sun, churns
And the skin spots are alarming
Bare the natures wrath
As we are the ones responsible
Dumping litter here and there
Forgot about disposal
Reasoning our irrelevant actions
And scrambling with our rights
Driving in polished cars
While some adhere to plights
Campaigners walk on streets
To pick up others waste
People just pass by to greet
Hungering to delicacy taste
Activists, I am not, No!
But we all know that it's wrong
To litter around is no show
Coz clearing takes too long
It's commonsense, alright
Please use your educated brains
Pollution is at a rising height
Clogging everywhere when it rains
Mother nature gets mad at some point
And we see in news, the flooding and rain
About anywhere in the world we are
I think everyone has a working brain!
©sim
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
I found seashells and driftwood,
Cans and bottles and much more
Like diapers and picnic stuff
While walking along the shore.
I found cigarette butts and bags
And those horrendous soda holders
That catch on sea life and twist them
In their middle or at their shoulder.
I saw palm trees and jacaranda
Waving in the balmy breeze
And broken plastic lawn chairs
Leaning against the lovely trees.
I found six-packer carriers sitting
With all the beer bottles inside.
I saw pieces of bicycles and big batteries
And I swear I almost sat and cried.
But I had too much to do right then
Gathering up all that random junk.
I carried them to a ******* bin
And I threw it all in, kerthunk!
I wondered for the hundredth time
The parents these creeps had
That let them grow so ill behaved,
And so embarrassingly bad.
What kind of selfish brat can come
And look out on this lovely scene
And throw their ******* all around?
How can they be so mean?
It makes me hope for recompense;
That what goes around come again
And we can stash these human pigs
Into an appropriate kind of pen.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC