Poems About Pollution Novels & Stories

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

The mountains, lakes, wide open spaces without so many people and machines. Someone let loose a loud honk of his horn, destroying even the façade of peace. I glared at the passing car, felt the anger bubble up inside my chest. Asshole. What was so important that he had to pollute the world with that sound? To thrust upon people the fumes from his car that ate holes in the only world we'd been given? Why were people so fucking selfish? I felt the red haze wiggle at the edges of my mind. Could feel it sliding over my vision. With a single flick of my wrist, I brought star shine into my palms.

Nonetheless, he moved toward it, feeling something rise in his chest. Humans didn't care. Despite the warnings and the systems and the signs put in place, they still polluted, and their carelessness didn’t bother him much on land. They could destroy their cities, suffocate their skies. But his ocean was sacred. And no human filth had any right near it.

She shows us her softness of soft waves that melt into the sand or her anger of breaking waves, hollows in the swell which is unleashed. Leaving the right of life or death to the man who navigates it with the currents that guide him. However, under its surface, it contains a whole extraordinary world of beauty. Poor of us unconscious to feed an overpopulation and abuse of overproduction of businessman, we empty its contents to replace all our irrecoverable and dangerous waste. The sea in its immensity has become the largest garbage can in the world and will soon be a time bomb. Inès: I sleep with grandmother Me: as you want. I say going out of my mind

he said without looking at me. “My gosh, this guy is really something. I wonder if all genius people are like him,” I told myself. I packed some snacks and sandwiches to eat while I entertain myself sitting by the pool. It’s refreshing to see the surrounding looking so clean and the air is so fresh. Humans are main pollutants of the earth. It’s doesn’t sound nice but keeping us inside our houses does good for the environment. I soak my legs into the warm water of the pool and it feels good. I stay in that position for a good number of minutes until I feel like I want to cry. I swing my legs to disturb the water and cause some ripples.

Just look at them. Humans now swarm the globe by the billions, their very existence polluting the Earth they inhabit, rotting it from the inside out. I remember when this planet was a thriving oasis, and the humans who existed among it respected it, nurtured it, and even revered it. Now look at them. They move like uncoordinated ants, crashing into one another while simultaneously trying to avoid each other. It would be comical if it weren’t so pathetic. And then there’s the stench.

The very air hummed with a deep, unsettling silence, broken only by the weak, rattling cough of a child from within one of the hovels, a sound that spoke of a body losing its fight. They dismounted slowly, their boots sinking into mud that seemed unnaturally sticky and dark. "By the gods," Kael whispered, his face pale as he took in the devastation. "What happened here?" Thane's nostrils flared, his heightened senses bombarded by the pollution. He crouched by the stream, but didn't touch it, his body recoiling slightly from the fumes. "The poison," he said, his voice grim. "It's concentrated. It's like the source vomited its entire contents into the water all at once."

As she yelled at me infuriated, my flames consumed and swirled around me as I disappeared from the hell plane. I hadn’t been on the surface in a few hundred years. I couldn’t wait to see the chaos they have created since I was last there. The flames dispersed, revealing glorious chaos. Metal machines ran rampant throughout the streets, people running around like little ants in an anthill, hurrying from one task to another as pollution pumped from their buildings into the sky, slowly destroying the nature that surrounded them. I could sense the corruption among them: killers and thieves. Sinners, the very people whose souls I revelled in tormenting.

He signs with anger towards the human race responsible for the pollution. "The putrid smell engulfs us, assaulting our senses and serving as a constant reminder of the damage humans have inflicted upon our world," Finrir laments. His expression reflects the mix of emotions he feels. "We push forward, determined to find a pocket of clean air amidst the suffocating stench. But the garbage isn't just on the surface; we have to swim down deep to escape it. So, we fill the air bladder with foul air and descend, hoping to resurface once we pass the island of garbage and its smell."

But you are spreading your poisonous Tentacles to many innocent beings! My, you bring a lot of pains and sorrows with you. You came in as silent as Madam Silence, As if you were afraid to be noticed No one knew your name or your nature Till a long time came to pass You went stealthily from nation To nation, polluting the environment Insouciant as you went. You are not an epidemic That can kill a lot of people In a short time and at last get Arrested and convicted. You are a slow killer, opening the