"polluters" poems - Hello Poetry

I stand before you, not as an expert, but as a concerned citizen. One of the four hundred thousand people who marched in the streets of New York on Sunday and the billions of others around the world who want to solve our climate crisis. As a poet, I pretend for a living. I play fictitious characters often solving fictitious problems. I believe that mankind has looked at climate change in that same way; as if it were a fiction. As if pretending that climate change wasn’t real would somehow make it go away. But I think we all know better than that now. Every week we’re seeing new and undeniable climate events, evidence that accelerated climate change is here, right now. Droughts are intensifying, our ocean’s are acidifying, with methane plumes rising up from the ocean floor. We are seeing extreme weather events and the west Antarctic and Greenland ice sheets melting at unprecedented rates decades ahead of scientific projections. The scientific community knows it. Industry knows it. Governments know it. Even the United States military knows it. The chief of the US navy’s Pacific command, Admiral Samuel Locklear recently said that climate change is our single greatest security threat. My friends, this body, perhaps more than any other gathering in human history now faces this difficult but achievable task. You can make history or you will be vilified by it. To be clear, this is not about just telling people to change lightbulbs or to buy a hybrid car. This disaster has grown beyond the choices that individuals make. This is now about our industries and our governments around the world taking decisive large-scale action. We need to put a price tag on carbon emissions and eliminate government subsidies for all oil, coal, and gas companies. We need to end the free ride that industrial polluters have been given in the name of a free market economy. They do not deserve our tax dollars, they deserve our scrutiny. For the economy itself will die if our ecosystems collapse. This is not a partisan debate, it is a human one. Clean air and a livable climate area inalienable human rights and solving this crisis is not just a question of politics. It is a question of our own survival. But now it is your turn. The time to answer humankind’s greatest challenge, is now. We beg of you to face it with courage and honesty. Thank you

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Poets of the World Unite

I stand before you, not as an expert, but as a concerned citizen. One of the four hundred thousand people who marched in the streets of New York on Sunday and the billions of others around the world who want to solve our climate crisis. As a poet, I pretend for a living. I play fictitious characters often solving fictitious problems. I believe that mankind has looked at climate change in that same way; as if it were a fiction. As if pretending that climate change wasn’t real would somehow make it go away. But I think we all know better than that now. Every week we’re seeing new and undeniable climate events, evidence that accelerated climate change is here, right now. Droughts are intensifying, our ocean’s are acidifying, with methane plumes rising up from the ocean floor. We are seeing extreme weather events and the west Antarctic and Greenland ice sheets melting at unprecedented rates decades ahead of scientific projections. The scientific community knows it. Industry knows it. Governments know it. Even the United States military knows it. The chief of the US navy’s Pacific command, Admiral Samuel Locklear recently said that climate change is our single greatest security threat. My friends, this body, perhaps more than any other gathering in human history now faces this difficult but achievable task. You can make history or you will be vilified by it. To be clear, this is not about just telling people to change lightbulbs or to buy a hybrid car. This disaster has grown beyond the choices that individuals make. This is now about our industries and our governments around the world taking decisive large-scale action. We need to put a price tag on carbon emissions and eliminate government subsidies for all oil, coal, and gas companies. We need to end the free ride that industrial polluters have been given in the name of a free market economy. They do not deserve our tax dollars, they deserve our scrutiny. For the economy itself will die if our ecosystems collapse. This is not a partisan debate, it is a human one. Clean air and a livable climate area inalienable human rights and solving this crisis is not just a question of politics. It is a question of our own survival. But now it is your turn. The time to answer humankind’s greatest challenge, is now. We beg of you to face it with courage and honesty. Thank you

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My face blue I race through A misplaced zoo Where disgrace grew Into a mistake stew Like the River Styx Where people mix Into a wall of bricks That makes me sick They steal my serenity But when I look ahead of me I see that I'll need them To experience freedom So I amass suitors But I don't see them as sons or daughters I see them as polluters I see them as pirates and marauders They see love as a doorway To their own complacency In order to see me more days They take away my agency Instead of aiding me They start grading me No longer elating me They start deflating me I shoot a missile Of dismissal Into the barricade Of the bed I made And keep sailing on By flailing on The floor Begging for more More people More walls Another sequel Another fall I have erected a maze Where I've elected to graze Deflecting their gaze To enjoy wandering days I experience happiness Without their craftiness But I begin to get lonely My mouth starts foaming I search to find ramparts That can't part Where landsharks Eat the parked Stuck searching Perpetually perching On the ledge Of the wedge Between myself and others Looking for cover I built protective walls That became too tall

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC

andrew-rueter

Walls

My face blue I race through A misplaced zoo Where disgrace grew Into a mistake stew Like the River Styx Where people mix Into a wall of bricks That makes me sick They steal my serenity But when I look ahead of me I see that I'll need them To experience freedom So I amass suitors But I don't see them as sons or daughters I see them as polluters I see them as pirates and marauders They see love as a doorway To their own complacency In order to see me more days They take away my agency Instead of aiding me They start grading me No longer elating me They start deflating me I shoot a missile Of dismissal Into the barricade Of the bed I made And keep sailing on By flailing on The floor Begging for more More people More walls Another sequel Another fall I have erected a maze Where I've elected to graze Deflecting their gaze To enjoy wandering days I experience happiness Without their craftiness But I begin to get lonely My mouth starts foaming I search to find ramparts That can't part Where landsharks Eat the parked Stuck searching Perpetually perching On the ledge Of the wedge Between myself and others Looking for cover I built protective walls That became too tall

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Devoured by the folly of the fallible, in the hipnotical fossils, of the future, suturing the nature, of nurtured suitors, to better the maneuvers, of gene polluters, spreading the demur, of social lure, for the fewer to mature into free will.

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Sep 24, 2012

Sep 24, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC

Mikhael

Eudemonia

Devoured by the folly of the fallible, in the hipnotical fossils, of the future, suturing the nature, of nurtured suitors, to better the maneuvers, of gene polluters, spreading the demur, of social lure, for the fewer to mature into free will.

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Trump's targeted the EPA, an agency that's in the way of rich polluters everywhere who foul the water, land and air. Employees there may no more tweet. With journalists, they may not meet. No external communication. No Facebook use across the nation. For issues such as climate change don't fit the script that Trump's arranged. Oil wells and pipelines he has planned, to snake across the hinterland. He wants to dig and burn the coal. He doesn't care. He has no soul. He showers his troupe of alt-right ******* with platitudes and promised riches. Oh what a sad and tragic day when Trump destroyed the EPA.

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC

the-trumpoet

The E.P.A.

Trump's targeted the EPA, an agency that's in the way of rich polluters everywhere who foul the water, land and air. Employees there may no more tweet. With journalists, they may not meet. No external communication. No Facebook use across the nation. For issues such as climate change don't fit the script that Trump's arranged. Oil wells and pipelines he has planned, to snake across the hinterland. He wants to dig and burn the coal. He doesn't care. He has no soul. He showers his troupe of alt-right ******* with platitudes and promised riches. Oh what a sad and tragic day when Trump destroyed the EPA.

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Some days are good Depending on the other Learning from life's fees With no room to stutter You want a revelation Just keep on living right Somethings are hard to find Like a simple thing such as right Our home in its own fight Polluters drop toxic sites Media's gone insane Illusions for the sucker Controlling minds in main Diverting you from the pain You need to notice the aim In a different prospective, life is usually pain If you manage to remain Its always your gain

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Oct 4, 2012

Oct 4, 2012 at 7:23 AM UTC

abdosh-a

In Main

Some days are good Depending on the other Learning from life's fees With no room to stutter You want a revelation Just keep on living right Somethings are hard to find Like a simple thing such as right Our home in its own fight Polluters drop toxic sites Media's gone insane Illusions for the sucker Controlling minds in main Diverting you from the pain You need to notice the aim In a different prospective, life is usually pain If you manage to remain Its always your gain

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Down with the religious zealots The junk eaters The polluters The mistreaters The mainstreamers Down with the life wasters Wasting life and breath every second A holocaust not aimed at groups of people But instead to those that truly deserve it (Then the question becomes Who deserves it? And who decides Voting doesn’t work So that option is out…) Vigilantes do the best work When they’re allowed to prosper

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Mar 28, 2012

Mar 28, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC

TonguesOfOthers

Down

Down with the religious zealots The junk eaters The polluters The mistreaters The mainstreamers Down with the life wasters Wasting life and breath every second A holocaust not aimed at groups of people But instead to those that truly deserve it (Then the question becomes Who deserves it? And who decides Voting doesn’t work So that option is out…) Vigilantes do the best work When they’re allowed to prosper

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A countdown for uptown and a night on the tiles, smiles but beware there is danger in the air that you breathe monoxides slide down uptown doorways polluted entry, no entry, a sentry on duty nightclubs for ***** or so I am told and I'm told that old is the new twenty well the city's full of twenty-plus cussing their way on mobility scooters new age polluters? Uptown's the new down with it pit your wits and sink into it or get a bit if you're lucky and pull.

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The beam end of Thursday

A countdown for uptown and a night on the tiles, smiles but beware there is danger in the air that you breathe monoxides slide down uptown doorways polluted entry, no entry, a sentry on duty nightclubs for ***** or so I am told and I'm told that old is the new twenty well the city's full of twenty-plus cussing their way on mobility scooters new age polluters? Uptown's the new down with it pit your wits and sink into it or get a bit if you're lucky and pull.

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Coming soon to a planet near you Air we can't breathe Plants we can't chew If the EPA has it it's way The skies will blacken The rivers will burn Automobiles will be our ruin Heat our houses, Cool our stores America will still use More and More Rachel Carson saw this coming our way Citizens cried enough is enough It's time we made polluters Eat their own stuff Then along came an administrator Determined to **** Not only the laws But the people as well. Rachel made sure that DDT went away and by that research We still have eagles today. Eagle the symbol of America still But with more pollution We are determined to **** **** the law and thereby **** the people. What did God say "The earth is mine, sayeth the Lord."

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC

sandra-lee

Earth Day, Have it Your Way

Coming soon to a planet near you Air we can't breathe Plants we can't chew If the EPA has it it's way The skies will blacken The rivers will burn Automobiles will be our ruin Heat our houses, Cool our stores America will still use More and More Rachel Carson saw this coming our way Citizens cried enough is enough It's time we made polluters Eat their own stuff Then along came an administrator Determined to **** Not only the laws But the people as well. Rachel made sure that DDT went away and by that research We still have eagles today. Eagle the symbol of America still But with more pollution We are determined to **** **** the law and thereby **** the people. What did God say "The earth is mine, sayeth the Lord."

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I haven't many tears to shed, to those who spoil our earth; they've made their sinful bed, cursed their own sweet birth. Polluters of the world are they, who one day will be down; they mar the fields of play, and destroy the ground. **** the land, against her will, with garbage and with scorn; with pride, they slowly **** where flowers once were born. The landscapes now are bare, where once the hills grew tall; the developers don't care, as they watch the big trees fall. I haven't many tears to shed, for those that hurt the land; they should be saving it instead, and take a moral stand.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC

david-lessard

No tears to shed.

I haven't many tears to shed, to those who spoil our earth; they've made their sinful bed, cursed their own sweet birth. Polluters of the world are they, who one day will be down; they mar the fields of play, and destroy the ground. **** the land, against her will, with garbage and with scorn; with pride, they slowly **** where flowers once were born. The landscapes now are bare, where once the hills grew tall; the developers don't care, as they watch the big trees fall. I haven't many tears to shed, for those that hurt the land; they should be saving it instead, and take a moral stand.

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Humans, who are we? What are we? Habitats for microscopic life-forms? Fertilizer for spring blooms? Animals, incessantly foraging for sustenance? Polluters of the Earth and its atmosphere? Killing machines with insatiable appetite for war? Yes…Yes, we are all that and more. We are poets and dreamers, truth seekers and love makers, scientists and prophets, heroes and villains. We are the ****** and the blessed inhabitants of a lonely planet.

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Dec 31, 2024

Dec 31, 2024 at 10:49 AM UTC

mounir-laroussi

Humans

Humans, who are we? What are we? Habitats for microscopic life-forms? Fertilizer for spring blooms? Animals, incessantly foraging for sustenance? Polluters of the Earth and its atmosphere? Killing machines with insatiable appetite for war? Yes…Yes, we are all that and more. We are poets and dreamers, truth seekers and love makers, scientists and prophets, heroes and villains. We are the ****** and the blessed inhabitants of a lonely planet.

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My brother and I explored a ravine in our younger years. A wooded labyrinth where the auburn mist of fallen leaves covered the floor like a Burmese tiger pit. My brother and I discovered a lake, which became a creek, which became a swamp. I must've found something exciting, because I began sprinting homeward in a juvenile fervor. Penetrating the leafy shroud with my eager feet. Unaware of traps set subtly for those tramping through the wilderness. A nail, I stepped on a nail in my recklessness. My tennis shoe armor proved futile against the steel weaponry. Completely exposing my vulnerable sole, the spiked interloper sank its lone fang into me. The pain shot through my foot until ambulatory abilities all but vanished. I didn't watch where I was stepping and landed on an inadvertent weapon. I should've known the pollution of man would stab me in my outstretched hand. A lesson was learned about paranoia and why it exists. Even if I watch where I'm going, polluters will slit my wrists until the findings of the swamp are forgotten in favor of scars.

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Nov 13, 2020

Nov 13, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC

andrew-rueter

Burmese Tiger Pit

My brother and I explored a ravine in our younger years. A wooded labyrinth where the auburn mist of fallen leaves covered the floor like a Burmese tiger pit. My brother and I discovered a lake, which became a creek, which became a swamp. I must've found something exciting, because I began sprinting homeward in a juvenile fervor. Penetrating the leafy shroud with my eager feet. Unaware of traps set subtly for those tramping through the wilderness. A nail, I stepped on a nail in my recklessness. My tennis shoe armor proved futile against the steel weaponry. Completely exposing my vulnerable sole, the spiked interloper sank its lone fang into me. The pain shot through my foot until ambulatory abilities all but vanished. I didn't watch where I was stepping and landed on an inadvertent weapon. I should've known the pollution of man would stab me in my outstretched hand. A lesson was learned about paranoia and why it exists. Even if I watch where I'm going, polluters will slit my wrists until the findings of the swamp are forgotten in favor of scars.

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Irrelevant force zeros cyclones, whirlwinds of smallnesses Swirling pants from slimy orifices laden with smergma Showers pristine leaving pollutants on mental polluters Living lives fast callously, thoughtlessly and remorseless Their mate cancer is waiting round the corner impatiently Love me or hate me, my dishonourable purloiner s both are in my favour. If you love me, lifterologists I will always be in your hearts, and if you hate me, I will be in your minds, regardless of their miniscule sizes Hate is too great a burden to bear but bear it proudly I beg The voice of truth and Light drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire, compensating emptiness It is contradicted by the voice of shame and abject cowardice. It is biased by hate and extinguished by terminal fizzing anger. Proudly the wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC

yenson

Deniability Most Real.....

Irrelevant force zeros cyclones, whirlwinds of smallnesses Swirling pants from slimy orifices laden with smergma Showers pristine leaving pollutants on mental polluters Living lives fast callously, thoughtlessly and remorseless Their mate cancer is waiting round the corner impatiently Love me or hate me, my dishonourable purloiner s both are in my favour. If you love me, lifterologists I will always be in your hearts, and if you hate me, I will be in your minds, regardless of their miniscule sizes Hate is too great a burden to bear but bear it proudly I beg The voice of truth and Light drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire, compensating emptiness It is contradicted by the voice of shame and abject cowardice. It is biased by hate and extinguished by terminal fizzing anger. Proudly the wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

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I’ve got a bad case of the human race, rusted metal morons rummaging on my spinning grace. This is my place and I share it with a lot of other animals who are not equipped to ravage or destroy it. So, this pox of polluters natural resource abusers and horrible drug users needs to be reined in. Though, I tried to maintain adequate equilibrium, yes, I tried to sustain all the creature living in my local ecosystems, mankind really did a number on my **** ****** up my climate and the tools I used to balance out the abuse, like resource scarcity; Well, humanity has outpaced my ability to hold them back by creating mass producing assembly line technologies, and unhealthily enhanced agriculture. So, it is highly likely all the other species and human beings will be exiting the scene much earlier then I previously projected

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Sep 25, 2019

Sep 25, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC

graff1980

Untitled 301

I’ve got a bad case of the human race, rusted metal morons rummaging on my spinning grace. This is my place and I share it with a lot of other animals who are not equipped to ravage or destroy it. So, this pox of polluters natural resource abusers and horrible drug users needs to be reined in. Though, I tried to maintain adequate equilibrium, yes, I tried to sustain all the creature living in my local ecosystems, mankind really did a number on my **** ****** up my climate and the tools I used to balance out the abuse, like resource scarcity; Well, humanity has outpaced my ability to hold them back by creating mass producing assembly line technologies, and unhealthily enhanced agriculture. So, it is highly likely all the other species and human beings will be exiting the scene much earlier then I previously projected

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It’s time to fly, soar above. Let loose the lies. Confront the spinners, polluters. Mind pollution. Pumping nonstop manipulation. Beware. Beware unseen powers behind the curtain. Pulling levers. Pushing buttons. Controlling clouds. Moving the world. Puppeteers dangling strings. Manipulating moves. Critical thinking. Stop following the heard. Read, study. Be informed. Make the effort. Critical thinking. Question, not acquiesce. Simply accepting. Mindless screen time filling full of nonsense. Grabbing hearts, bending souls. Eyes wide open. Less spun unrecognizable. Brain washed beyond repair. Dig deep in order to fly!

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Jan 10, 2022

Jan 10, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC

jg-collins

Fly

It’s time to fly, soar above. Let loose the lies. Confront the spinners, polluters. Mind pollution. Pumping nonstop manipulation. Beware. Beware unseen powers behind the curtain. Pulling levers. Pushing buttons. Controlling clouds. Moving the world. Puppeteers dangling strings. Manipulating moves. Critical thinking. Stop following the heard. Read, study. Be informed. Make the effort. Critical thinking. Question, not acquiesce. Simply accepting. Mindless screen time filling full of nonsense. Grabbing hearts, bending souls. Eyes wide open. Less spun unrecognizable. Brain washed beyond repair. Dig deep in order to fly!

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