Poems about Healing

Poems on Environment (Pastoral Poems about Saving Nature)

What is the environment really like or what does poem on environment really stand for? Left-leaning politicians will tell you that there is indisputable proof of global warming.

Poems on Environment

Because we are destroying the rain forests, thousands of species become extinct every day.

Poem on Environment 

Environmentalists are pointing out destruction all around the planet. On the other side, folks on the right want us to think that everything is good with the earth.

Warned (Poem on Environment)

The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution’s haze

Crystal clear our waters gleamed
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean floors sandy white
Now littered, brown, pollution’s plight

Trees towered high above
Trunks baring professed love
Birds chirping from sites unseen
Gone, paper joined pollution’s team

One can’t blame pollution alone
As they say, you reap what you’ve sown
So let us plant a better seed
Tear out old roots, cultivate, weed

Protect what has been given for free
Our waters, skies, wildlife and trees
For once they’re gone, don’t you say
Consider yourself warned of that fatal day

By, Sylvia Stults

The Breeze (Poem on Environment)

The breeze that brushed across the grass
Sang a song of days long passed
Of mighty mountains and caves of gold
Of hidden secrets and tales of old

The gust that danced between the leaves
Accompanied the song of the twirling breeze
A louder chorus of distant lands
Of ancient ice and desert sands

The wind that wound through the trees
Whispered softly of far off seas
It sang its song and bade me follow
Down past glens and through the hollow

The gale that beat against the glass
Had howled its way from the mountain pass
A frustrated cry of forgotten days
When Earth was cared for through many ways

The hurricane that raged upon the land
Roared in anger and made its stand
It howled a tirade of venomous words
Fighting forever just to be heard

The breeze that stumbled across the grass
Sighed a song of days long passed
An exhausted echo of what used to be
Of what the human race no longer sees

By, Ebony Black

Awareness about Our Environment

Broken bottles and charred pieces of glass,
Wadded up newspapers tossed on the grass,
Pouring of concrete and tearing out trees.
This is the environment that surrounds me?

Poisons and insecticides sprayed on our food,
Oceans filling with thick oil crude.
All sea life destined to a slow, awful doom.
These are the things we are to consume?

Mills pumping out iron, expelling yellow fumes,
Airlines emitting caustic gases from fuels,
Weapons of destruction tested at desolate sites.
And this is the air that’s to sustain life?

There has to be something that someone can do,
Like raise the awareness to those around you
That if we don’t heed the problem at hand
It’s your life that’s at stake, the destruction of man.

By, Sylvia Stults


Our Mother Earth (Poem on Environment)

This Mother Earth,
Who gives us life;
This Mother Earth,
Heart filled with strife,

We love her not,
Though love we should;
Her death we plot,
For life’s “own good;”

She gave us air, and food, and home.
That’s not enough we humans scream;
With greedy lust, our mouths do foam,
With evil hopes, our eyes do gleam;

Her air we fill
With smoke and death;
Ourselves we kill,
For lack of breath;

The sea once clean,
Now choked with waste;
To drink, we fear,
Will death make haste;

The soil once pure
And full of life,
Now barren sand
Of farmers’ strife;

No longer she
Can stand our “love;”
Now we must flee
Like scattered dove;

She gave us all,
Unto the end;
Now we appalled,
Our lives defend.

By, Joshua Isham


Nature’s Law (Poems on Environment)

The waves are rolling toward the shore.
A silent world – an empty core.
Lifeless land with nothing more.
The waves are crashing on the shore.

The fabled beast – a mighty roar,
Extinction men choose to ignore,
And the waves are breaking at the shore.

A new beginning, our fathers – fore,
Human nature set to explore.
The waves are lapping at the shore.

Seven seas sailed, in the skies we soar.
Kingdoms conquered, blood they pour.
Crimson waves rest on the shore.

A fractured earth, relations sore.
A greed that breaks our natural core,
And the waves are turning on the shore.

Gluttonous rage,
We lust for more,
And the waves are monsters on the shore.

The tides are turning.
The land is raw.
Time to face our nature’s law.

And the waves are rolling toward the shore,
And the waves are rolling toward the shore,
And the waves are rolling toward the shore…
Forever more.

By, Pistol


Wind Is Anywhere

The wind, it moves in wondrous ways.
Through the tree branches it blows and it sways.
It takes all the leaves and flies them so high.
Then briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky.

Its strength is so varied, from timid to strong.
The length of the blowing can be short or long.
Sometimes it tickles the tip of your nose.
Sometimes sends shivers to the tips of your toes.

It can bring some surprises with each passing day.
The wind will surprise you in many ways.
The sweet sound of whistling, the roar of a storm,
It can bring you some happiness and also bring harm.

The next time you see a bag blow down the street,
The next time you feel the wind at your feet,
Remember its power, its beauty, and grace,
For the wind can be anywhere, it can be any place.

By, Dee McDonald

They claim that all of the changes the world is undergoing are normal and that we shouldn’t be concerned. Who is correct?

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