A Limited Shelf Life
Within the frothy sprays and barren seas, Atop the very apex of our Earth, Anomalies are stirring in the breeze; Instead of mapping the expected
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Within the frothy sprays and barren seas, Atop the very apex of our Earth, Anomalies are stirring in the breeze; Instead of mapping the expected
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in
Sunbeams two-step over white blankets Gliding painlessly between worlds, Then stray too close to the edge Where looming Arctic waves Trap their latent heat; Ending
Balanced on a rock Orange sneezeweed in your mouth; You drop in the heat. This is a Haiku, inspired by recent research which has found
The crops that we all need to sustain life Are weakened by upturns in CO2; Engaging in this atmospheric strife Means less nutritious protein can
We need to breathe so that we can all live, And yet our lungs are not a perfect sieve; So why is it that people
The Caribbean Sea is clad, Between Belize and Trinidad; And underneath an azure sky, The ocean waves blow loudly by. Four months to cross
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy.