"polution" poems
The earth is slowly dying
To save it we have to try,
We need a solution to
Deal with polution
But it's too big a problem
We sigh,
So if we all join together
Everyone woman, child and man
Recycle our tins
In green wheelie bins
And we'll save the world
Yes we can.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
I said that I kept a piece of myself tucked away saved for that special someone
That I wouldnt give my all to a boy that gave half and that maybe the essence of my essence wouldnt be his favorite perfume.
But I slipped and I fell and hit my head, becoming dellusional enough to think
that in me 16 years of existence I had found my once in a life time.
The need for you to love me held me under water gasping for air. I was drowning in you,
And I must have not read the warnings because I forgot my life vest
And even though I am in the middle of no where and it is a new moon the light polution from staring at my phone waiting for your call is making it impossible to see the stars.
I said I kept a piece of me.
But how do you argue that you are strong and independent when he takes your heart and shatters it and all you are left with is a ****** hand and the only thing you can do is fold.
Fold into paper origamis that are too complex and fragile for anyone to touch.
Anyone to touch but him.
To be touched by him would have saved me
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Corrupted by the polution we visualise through our television screans.
Acting out sin as life because of the stage of immorality this world is in.
Exchanging love for lust because of the confusion soap dramas and movies bring.
Having unlawful urges convincing us to sin cause of the ****** they are said to bring.
Unknowingly chasing hell because it is hidden by short skirts and alcohol, the pleasures we indulge in.
Dieing every day.
Sining cause we know no other way.
Truelly all man have gone astray.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 11:59 PM UTC
living makes me want to die
while the sound of the river keeps playing,
and my privilege will soon drown it out
as the river trickles down my ears,
but i keep hearing the same song.
I dance in the rain
people start to believe my lies
and I splash in a puddle.
i laugh with grief
there is no me anywhere, anymore
My clothes are soaked with protection.
I run and run and scream and play,
Waist deep in my little river,
it's thick
must be the polution
no one hears my calls or wishes.
I let myself float care free.
I hold my breath everyday
I feel it slosh in my brain
I won't wake up from this dream
I'm sinking
drip
drip
I hear the river stream
as it moves past my body
as it moves through my body
it goes on
it goes on
it goes on
what goes on when i can't?
drop
drop
silence.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
There is nothing..
No office, No School, No home work
No duty, No work pressure, No Meeting
No exam, No Interview, No people on foot path.
There is nothing..
No one is waiting for you
Neither your girlfriend nor your wife.
You don’t have to excuse on time and traffic .
There is nothing..
No one is there to blame you.
No one is there to rise question,
On your religious view,
On your sexuality, on your Nationality
There is nothing.
No polution,
No protest,
No environmental crisis,
Neither debate on agreement signed in paris.
But only three things is there
fear, science and a doubt about who wins.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Drowning in a lake, perhaps to be found or left behind
Feeding what remains with body and mind
Drowning in a pool, a body of chlorination and polution
For even in death the rich are fools and cannot recieve absolution
Drowning in the ocean, returning flesh to old kin
Returning body to the waters to feed whats within
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC
Chances are
When there's not a star in the night sky
That it's you who cannot see past the light
And the pollution you choose to allow in your eyes
Just as the stars are always there
He IS
Never far from out of sight
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC