Poems About Pollution Novels & Stories

I wish I could have seen something so phenomenal one more time before I died. We may see beautiful scenery all around the world. There are just a few individuals that really degrade its beauty for their personal gain. The globe is now in a state of disarray, surrounded by a cloud of load of rubbish and a haze of pollution and climate change. There are no longer any towering green trees to be seen, and we have replaced them with skyscraping office structures. The ideal planet became a flawed one because of humanity. We are the only ones who can live for free on this earth, yet we have managed to completely devastate it. Is it appropriate for humans to live on this planet? Are humans deserving

he asked, interested in my presentation; at least he looked interested. " Lately, the environment that we live in is slowly going into extinct. What I mean is, most if not all poets rather write poems about love or other factors if life, forgetting the location where all other factors take course. The few poems written about the environment, are not even written well. So I decided to bring that to notice." I answered, earning a wide smile from the other orators. " Well what are you waiting for? Dive in." the chairman said, smiling to his team.

What was once rolling hills full of endless flowers and untamed foxes, rabbits, and reptiles had been reduced to dead piles of nature with tunnels through them, and my glorious wild animals, once free and lively, were nothing more than bones covered with a thin, sagging skin searching for food that barely existed anymore. What once was oceans full of clear water and sea creatures more beautiful than anything that had been created before was now trashed beyond recognition. Cans, plastic bags, and countless other things thrown into them created an environment too toxic for my lovingly designed animals to survive in. What were once mountains that were so tall that they created euphoric feelings

Which meant it was perfect. They climbed the last metal ladder in silence, hands on cold rungs, the city’s night air wrapping around them as they emerged. Up here, the sounds were muffled. Traffic. Distant music. A siren somewhere far away that had nothing to do with collars or kill codes. The sky was clearer than it used to be. Pollution controls, Aria said. And fewer factories burning whatever they could get their hands on now that some of the worst contracts had been shut down.

“Can you even hear yourself? They are using you, Alba!” He utters a little louder than anticipated causing a hush silence to fall in the room. “Let’s talk about it later.” I mutter, then turn to the woman who sought my assistance. “Take me to the main source of the pollution; I hope you know you still have to manage the clean-up.” I can feel Jax’s gaze on me as I follow her. ** The shore the woman leads me to holds thousands of dead fish and decaying carcasses washed up from the ocean. The water’s top layer contains a UV-coloured coating whose volatility is pungent even in the absence of the sun.

The marks on my soul are my fault, for being born that way, a woman, a sinner. If she were still here she would blame me for these thoughts, it's no use blaming without solving the problem, but what can I do when I'm the problem? The previously clear sky begins to be replaced by a gray environment due to the massive pollution of the city, the horns enter into the competition as the highway reduces to a wide avenue, the fields give way to buildings, and the sidewalks are crowded with people bumping into each other in a hurry. As much as I know what's needed, I'm in no rush to go back, I'm in no rush to get to my destination right now, the leather seat behind the tinted windows seems like the

Angela seemed great. Jenna looked up at the moon again, “You know in my timeline, you can barely see the night sky?” Angela looked at the sky too, “Oh really?” Jenna nodded, “Yes, there’s so much smog in the world then. There are so many people and that creates pollution and smog.” Angela sighed, “I do love how beautiful it is here.”

instead, he was appalled by the pollution that tarnished the memories he and his father had made. The oil spillage seeping into the pores of the air. Tears and cries of the sea’s creatures growing louder as he closed in on the Andaman Sea. Many were half starved and plagued with failing health. The humans had worked their natural resources to its limit, robbing the sanctuary of these creatures as deep down as 1000feet below sea level. They are as bad as the demons of old! This used to be a beautiful realm, one I envied. One I had wished to live in as an infant.

Shrapnel from the bomb he'd dropped on our life. I couldn't leave it like that. I marched to the bed, grabbing the duvet cover in both hands. I pulled with vicious force, tearing it off, pillows tumbling over. I gathered the silk duvet cover, the sheets, the pillowcases, everything that had their mark on it into a polluted pile on the floor. It was like dealing with radioactive waste. My breathing was in short, sharp bursts, my eyes blurring not with tears this time, but with the force of my disgust. "Cleaning up?"

Author’s POV Ryan looked out of the glass wall of his office, the city seemed utterly busy with traffic and adding more pollution of vehicles. The grey fogg subsided around in the air while people overlooked the dirt present in the oxygen they were inhaling as they moved around unbothered to continue what they were doing already. It was a bright afternoon, yet the hustle of people around the city just never decreased, the shining sun out there seemed not working well because the moist present in every wave of breeze left people shivering a little.