Love Poems About Pollution or Pollution Love Poems
by Valsa George |
Categories: introspection, pollution,

Rinse Clear POTD

Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into the depths.
Over the still waters, lies a layer of scum.
At the bottom is settled,
Toxic sediments of hate,
The residue of burnt dreams
Of unsavory passions

If unattended, in this slushy mass of filth
Maggots may breed,
Eating into the flesh
Poisoning the vital serum
Pumped through the veins

Purge the dross
Flush out the dirt
Rinse it clean
And feast on the sparkle,
Of clear waters
Springing from the well heads of love!


The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsor- craig cornish

by Andre Sanders |
Categories: art, depression, devotion, faith, family, father, friendship, growing up, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, love, peace, urban,

Battle of the Words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications

Love your self...

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: earth, environment, feelings, imagery, nature, pollution,

Asphalt Jungles

Upon tomorrow's arrival, today fades into yesterday. And apathy spurs denial as endangered animals die. Wherever concrete cities rise collateral damage occurs. And as jets traverse the skies, wild birds are annihilated. We dedicate our existence to a utopia of steel. And survive in asphalt jungles, shadowed by lofty achievements. Reality is a mirage projected upon collapsing hopes. And yet, safe in our cubicles, we love our plastic paradise. Our planet's irrevocably changing into a barren sphere. And a legacy of fools; greed disguises profit as progress. 5/31/2015

by Julie Grenness |
Categories: husband, romance, romantic, society, wedding, wife,

Wedding Bell Blues

The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies, 
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When is the revolution?
Blancmange brides for pollution,
Bridesmaids-Little Bo Peeps on crack,
Does society cut us some slack?

We joined the bourgeoisie,
All ends in tears and hypocrisy.

by Kenneth Cheney |
Categories: culture, drug, how i feel, pollution, society,


I came from a place of bean pots and tea pots
I love my trusty three-decade old crock pot
One holer, two holer, three holer, four
Another kind of pot, if your keeping score
Clay pots and tin pots not related to pot shots
Pot belly stoves found in old country stores
Soup pots, flower pots and pot holes galore
Cast iron, copper, stainless and Teflon  
All make great pots and I could go on
Now there’s another pot staining our land
The stench of it all my nose can’t stand
It’s worse than a poop pot and I’m not a fan

by Mick Talbot |
Categories: heart, muse, nature,

When Heartbeats Collide

oh! my very dearest muse when heartbeats collide inspired me I must advise such inspiration you infuse when heartbeats collide what err the barrier, love and the beating sun above it is how we humans survive ‘have a fear’, I say to all humanity as you fight amongst yourselves if you forget nature, in your hell’s she will indeed create a new reality no doubt wars add to world pollution including all its terrible aftermath yet leaders still have their hot baths pray one day we will find a solution

by Nandlal Pancholi |
Categories: art, inspirational, parody, love, time,

Parody of Andrew Marvel's Poem To His Coy Mistress

Parody of Andrew Marvell's "to his coy mistress"
We have no time to waste 
Dear in Love let's make haste
I haven't time to praise your locks 
For my boss at my back stalks
And for sheer platonic relation 
Internet erotic sites I can't shun
And I have dates waiting in queue
If you dither
I will select any in lieu of you 
My glabruous love should grow
like your painfully maintained eyebrow
And yonder before us lie
A chimney-tarnished sky
Before air pollution retards our respiration
Let our breath mingle each other in unison

by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

by Sherwin Fernandes |
Categories: earth, earth day, happiness, heart, hope,

I Am a Dreamer

I am a dreamer
And I dream while I’m awake
I dream of a world 
Filled with love and faith

And as I dream I see,
I see children from all over the race
All standing united with one face

And as they stand and sing
The song of faith
I dream of a world 
With no heart breaks
No war, no dead place
No hunger, no dead race
No pollution, no sad face
No people with roses to fake
Just a world filled with love
A world filled with the human race

I am a dreamer
And I dream while I’m awake
I dream of a world
Filled with love and faith
A world filled with one human face

- Sherwin Fernandes

by Verlena Dillard |
Categories: creation, dream, inspiration, passion, spiritual, symbolism, uplifting,

My Name Is Violet

I'm social,
filled with compassion,
sensitive to forms of pollution,
but creative who seeks out inspiration.

I am a mystery,
born with the blood of royalty,
recognized of high nobility, 
as wealth surrounds me with luxury,
A dreamer who dreams upon reality,
connecting with the world spiritually an physically.

I am a person who seeks the meaning of life,
the balance between its darkness an light,
I am a person who dreams of accomplishments,
I am someone who desires love an fulfillment,
I am someone you can reasoned with,
I am known as Ms. Violet.

by James Kelley |
Categories: deep, love, metaphor, passion, romance, romantic,


Thy scarlet rise, thy wistful blur

I delve, into thine purest passion

and taste the ember

of our crazed pollution.

Thy lash, thy whipping break 

I, hither under thine blooming scuffle

soothe the yoke of this moment

with the edge of epiphany's 

final gasp. 

Sink thine breath into mine marrow,

and live within me,

within this embrace.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories: absence, break up, farewell, i miss you, lost love,

A Wreath For Saint Valentine's Day


A clew within this virgin card from the head
Which you denied and now which gives you hope
Has come to me.  When you opened your mouth
The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder
Your hair tossed, though neatly cut
Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress
Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp -
Knowing pollution, spoilage, missiles;
Behaving with me with speech-robbing words,
Soul-hurting cynicism, lethal logic.

Now I’m staked to the ground, a paling
Around my house where golden children
Will never flower, who once flowered
In your heart of satin’s reddest hearts.

By Rosemarie Rowley

by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: life, life,

My Life In My Bio

Anoucheka Cool, Moody, Dreamy, Sexy Daughter of Nalini and Rajesh Lover of God, Life and Love Who feels sad at pollution, uneasy in parties and at home in libraries Who gives friendship, warmth and gossips Who fears the ocean, public speaking and her boss Who would like to see the pyramids, the lions and the Taj Mahal Who lives in a small island, too small a dot to be listed on the world map Gangabissoon
Placed 1st In Carol's Contest, Life These Days :)

by Sukmawati Komala |
Categories: dream,

Grow a Great Dream

Grow a great dream

grow a great dream
on your good heart
sprinkle everyday
with passion and love
share to others
every inch of its growth
from its basic colour
till its final glamour

strengthen its roots
with the smile of compassion
avoid the pollution of desperation

once it turn to dwarf
hard to sustain its life

let the branches open their arms
to support the shoots of possibilities
let the leaves
speak out their expectations
till the winds around
clapping happily
echo the surounding
a great dream has grown well 

~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
May 2014

by M.P. Shaudd |
Categories: anxiety, conflict, dark, emotions, stress,

Mind Pollution

Hurt, fear, loss, and love
The toxic emotions of what once was

Truth, lies, deceit, and greed
Feed the angst and the need

Sorrow, anger, spite, and pride
Make the soul die more inside

With confusion abounding I seek solutions
To rid my mind of its pollution

by Jenny Brewer |
Categories: home,

The Family Home

I live in a house
built of bricks,
not in the city,
out in the sticks.
It's not the best
but it will do.
Wild front garden
and back one too.
Needs a little love and care,
The living room carpet
is thread bare.
Lots of hard work
all around
but the foundations
are quite sound.
It's just right for me and mine.
Living here 
we've done just fine.
Away from the pollution
of the city,
forfeiting the shops,
a bit of a pity.
I left the city 
years ago,
so as my family
could peacefully grow.
I'm glad I moved
from the city
to here.
It's less dangerous,
little to fear.
We've had it good
and we've 
had it bad
but we're mostly happy
and rarely sad.

by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: absence, adventure, age, angel, angst, art, baby,

Butterfly Killing

A killer garden of love 
expects pollution of sin 
was walking in town 
embraced my chest home
serving the environment 
Butterfly flies 
affect the branches done
disappeared and gone
health in a car exhaustion 
guard our natural wealth 
let's save the wildlife
do not be smug!

by Uros Smudja |
Categories: depression, lost love, moon,

Light Pollution

Right now I feel like
Light pollution is just a bad excuse
For not being able to see stars
In somebody else's eyes

And I don't get the point
Of kissing in moonlight
If I wanted to see nothing and feel you close
I'd close my eyes

And I hope I choke
On my breath and spit
Because that's better than choking
On memories of you and me

by Yasemin Balandi |
Categories: art, love, planet, political, pollution, world,

Back To Medieval Times

Murderous methods of medieval minds
Continue to pollute the political landscape of our planet
Vitriol nests in the hearts' of greedy politicians
Keep the common-folk ignorant
And poor
We shall rule
Goes the anthem of the ruling class
Corruption ensues
A common practice
Both in the developing world
And other lands
Year 2016
The common assumption was
That enlightenment was extrapolated
How wrong were we the enlightened
The light does not emit in linear rays
But bends and gets distorted liked fluid in a  vortex
Our time will come again
Therefore, we shall protest
Until we reclaim what is left good of this planet.

by Xaysouvanh Phengphong |
Categories: courage, men, religion, religious,

To Inhale a Religion

Who help us to inhale the air 
Since our birth;
We didn’t ask nor buy the breathing air;
Air is man’s first freedom!

Even in the area covered by smoke, fog
In a stinky, yucky, bloody smell 
Or in the air pollution environment 
We must breath to survive.

To love! To hate!
To respect or to dismay
An item, an animal or a man
Depend on our preference;
We don’t need to buy nor been bought.
To worship  
Any religion or any sect
Depend on our desire,  
Like to inhale the air:
The primary freedom of man’s life!

by Arlene Smith |
Categories: animal, love, moon, nature, pollution,

Mother Nature

She begins to swoon when Timberwolves croon
a lost lovers tune to their goddess moon.
When a handsome loon begs his mate to spoon
in late afternoon, she blushes maroon.
One day very soon, she'll burst our balloon
for poisons we've strewn, which nothing's immune.
01/05/2017 For contest: Rhymers delight-internal momorhyme Sponsor: John Hamilton

by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: life, political, sad, social,

Rat Race

Rat race, rat race,
All going to the same place,
Move faster and pay no mind,
Their games keep mankind blind,
Another number for the rich,
Someday when were in their ditch,

Rights, fights,
Gave them away for ravenous appetites,
Illusions and delusions
I pled guilty to sinister pollution,
Frustration comes 
As humanity goes numb

Rat race, rat race,
Inevitable landslide
Full of pride
Everyone’s lied,
Morality has died,
With arms open wide

America the Great
Like prey, they just wait
Bow down to your money
Make love to your greed
While you feed your need
Vampires now lead.

By: Sabina Nicole

by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories: analogy, heart, love, pollution, water,

Polluted Heart

Thirsty soil parches in scorching summer Sucks liquid crystal drops of sparkling rain Stores in deep aquifer pure groundwater Brought to surface, pure it doesn’t remain From humans contaminants it obtains. Lone heart freezes in the dark of winter Blooms in joy when colors of spring enter Weaves tapestry of pristine love within Abused by black mist of lust it welters In polluted heart love stops to flow clean.
April 1, 2018 Syllable count: 10 each line Rhyme : ababb ccdcd

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: 11th grade, environment, garden, wisdom,


Exquisite, Alpine daisy-like flowers
Desired for my concrete, city garden.
Emblem of pure love and deep devotion 
Labeled as "noble white" by old Germans.
When my star-shaped petals began to droop,
Environmental pollution at fault;
I was told they are hardy, however
Success would be greater if I moved to
Switzerland - and a garden in the Alps.

March 8, 2023

an acrostic

by Jamie Spence |
Categories: abuse, beautiful, culture, money, pollution, together, violence,


Sheltered from the pain outside
The walls that hold us in
A pane of glass as a reminder
Of our very sins

Children crying in the streets
Waste washed away by rain
The homeless folk we never greet
Lying in silent pain

Land that's scarred by roads we've tarred
Ugly electric pylons
Steaming vents misting up
The door steps that we cry on

Starvation, violence, emotional abuse
Love for money with no excuse
Scraping skies with devilish horns
The ozone layer that we've torn

But far into the distance
The birds chirp in the trees
Beauty flows right down the river
For free, for no fee