Poems and Poetry

environmentalism poems

Fresh Lawn | A Poem by Cameron Davis

Swords of grass knife the air,
Though It is unharmed.
Eventually, the winds greet
with waves of gusts;
Curling the clouds into honeycomb.
Dewy blades spring,
Up into autumnal fresh morning;
Unfolding emerald. Jaded insects persist
With insignificant tasks.
Roaring engine: shortens, neatens,
Tames. The wheels roll over nature;
Destroyed.


Houston 2017 | A Poem by Roy Pullam

We have worshiped concrete
Making monuments
Of clover leaves and overpasses
Sacrificing wetlands and forest
To the deity
Of development
How the elements
Have risen in anger
Rains and floods
Hurricanes that blow
With rage
Across our false gods
Reclaiming the land
Tossing aside our efforts
To rise above nature
And to build
Our glass and metal shrines
How forces
Beyond our control
Made our efforts
To erect that air-conditioned world
That filled our chest
With false pride
Thinking our skills
Our marvels of engineering
Would overcome the weaknesses
Of our environment
Only to be smacked
Once again
With the backhand
Of humility