Environment Poems

Environment Poems

Poems About Our Environment

What is the true state of the environment. You have the politicians on the left telling you that there is undeniable evidence of global warming. Thousands of species become extinct every day because we are cutting down the rain forests. All around the earth, environmentalists are pointing out devastation. On the other hand those on the right would have us believe that the earth is perfectly fine. They say that all of the changes that the earth is going through are perfectly OK and that we have nothing to worry about. Who is right?

33 Poems about Pollution and Conservation of Natural Resources

  1. 1. Mother Earth

    • By Sophia E. Valdez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2019

    I wrote this because of all the climate changes I've heard about on the news. In my short lifetime our world has changed immensely, and I feel very passionate about having people realize our footprint.

    Plea To Save The Earth

    The land is in a constant state of birth,
    Giving life to all who live on Earth.
    Our carelessness and fears
    Have taken a toll over the years.
    Her land is parched and scorched
    As man continues to light the torch.
    We continue a want of speed and ease,
    All while our pesticides kill off our bees.
    It's time to wake up and see Mother Earth's pain.
    Humanity's selfishness is becoming insane.
    Soon her cries will turn to gloom,
    And man will cause its own doom.

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  3. 2. Warned

    Our world only has so many resources. They are limited, yet men abuse them....soon there will be nothing left to abuse...then what?

    Poem About Environmental Preservation

    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

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  5. 3. Let's Preserve Our Nature

    • By Arjun
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015

    I am only a kid. I really like to write poems, and I thought I'd make a nice little poem about nature for our school magazine. It's one of my best poems. Thanks for reading this poem!

    Stopping Pollution

    The sun is shining,
    The sky is blue,
    The birds are flying,
    And the breeze is so cool.

    Mother Nature is trying her best
    To give nothing but beautifulness,
    But what do we do?
    Make her a mess.

    Let's make her the best
    By polluting less and less,
    And preserve her green dress
    For our kids and the rest.

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  6. 4. Awareness About Our Environment

    The world is a beautiful place...or is it?

    Poem About Destruction Of Earth

    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.

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  7. 5. Our Mother Earth

    • By Joshua Isham
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    This was brought on a few years ago in the midst of constant cries from activist groups to pay attention to the way we treat this earth that we live on.

    Poem About Our Treating Earth Poorly

    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.

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  8. 6. The Way Through The Woods

    Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936) was an short-story writer, poet, and novelist. In 1907 Kipling was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. Among his most famous works are The Jungle Book and the poem "If."

    THEY shut the road through the woods
    Seventy years ago.
    Weather and rain have undone it again,
    And now you would never know
    There was once a path through the woods
    Before they planted the trees:
    It is underneath the coppice and heath,
    And the thin anemones.
    Only the keeper sees
    That, where the ring-dove broods
    And the badgers roll at ease,
    There was once a road through the woods.

    Yet, if you enter the woods
    Of a summer evening late,
    When the night-air cools on the trout-ring’d pools
    Where the otter whistles his mate
    (They fear not men in the woods
    Because they see so few),
    You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet
    And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
    Steadily cantering through
    The misty solitudes,
    As though they perfectly knew
    The old lost road through the woods ...
    But there is no road through the woods.

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  9. 7. Fragile World

    This poem isn't solely related to environmental issues; it's relating also to the unpredictable world we live in.

    An Uncertain Future

    Moving together, we pass through time,
    Step by step, no reason nor rhyme.
    Pondering on our existence here,
    For nothing is certain, nothing is clear.

    There are cracks in our foundations, cracks in our base,
    This eroding, fragile world in which we are placed.
    Immeasurable repairs are needed to restore
    Our amazing earth that we should adore.

    I feel we are breaking in every which way,
    Moral fibres stretched thin and beginning to fray.
    We have the gift of a life, a planet too,
    Treasured by many but sadly too few.

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  10. 8. Mother Nature

    Always the quiet one in any crowd, yet always thinking. After the unexpected death of my husband, I found that writing down my thoughts helped me deal with my life. Somehow it usually came out in poetic form. My little poems have been my therapist, friend, and inspiration. Perhaps someone else will derive pleasure or help from them as well.

    Mankind can be so arrogant and careless. This poem reminds us to care for our Earth or pay the price.

    Our world is always changing,
    Constantly rearranging.
    From ocean depths to mountain peaks,
    Mother Nature moves and speaks.
    While telling stories of our past,
    She tries to teach us how to last.
    Mankind, so smart, sometimes blind,
    Leaves common sense far behind.
    We're moving fast and living large,
    Forgetting Mother Nature's in charge.
    Amazed when she rings our bell,
    Sending us through living hell.
    She can twist our steel, shake any city.
    If her wrath you feel, we shall pity.
    Yet some who speak on her behalf,
    I fear just seek the golden calf.
    It's true, we must treat her right.
    Or we will incur a deadly plight.
    Treat her with distinction
    Or surely face extinction!

    Mother Nature

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  11. 9. Mother Earth

    This poem was written to create awareness about treating Mother Earth with respect.

    Treat Mother Earth With Respect

    This is a wonderful world, and it's true.
    It's for us, the trees, and animals, too.

    Mother Earth provides us with what we need,
    But she can't fulfill humans' constant greed.

    Her resources are limited, and she is running out.
    Listen to her warnings, cries, and ongoing shouts.

    We have polluted her land, water, and air.
    This shows Mother Earth how little we care.

    We have ignored her for a long enough time.
    How we treat her is nothing less than a crime.

    May we learn from the mistakes as fast as we can,
    Because can't you see destruction has already begun?

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  12. 10. Solutions For Pollution

    Pollution is a pressing issue. This poem is an appeal for a pollution free world.

    Ways To Reduce Pollution

    Is it too much to ask for a pollution free world?
    The condition of the environment leaves us appalled.

    Can we call this progress if life comes to a halt?
    We are responsible for pollution; it is our fault.

    Oceans are poisoned by spilling of oil,
    Pesticides are contaminating Earth's soil.

    It's a pity not to see a clear blue sky
    As air pollution is alarmingly high,

    Global temperature is rising, glaciers are melting down.
    Inaction by us will let cities drown.

    It is not that we don't have any solution
    To tackle and control this ongoing pollution -

    Reduce plastic use, stop deforestation,
    Plant trees for clean air and soil restoration,

    Factories should stop draining waste to the sea,
    Then marine life will improve naturally,

    Composting can make the soil fertile
    And we should not let debris pile,

    And by the process of recycling and reuse,
    We can stop our Earth's further abuse.

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  13. 11. Mother Earth

    • By Dave Mottram
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2019

    I was inspired to write this poem after a period of sadness and concern about the way the Earth and its ecosystems were being devastated around the globe, with wars, deforestation and pollution, and I wrote it in the hope that one day human beings could see the error of their ways and try to repair the damage that has already ensued.

    Poem About Humans Destroying Earth

    Our Earth is beautiful as viewed from the sky.
    But wait! Is Mother about to cry?
    This blue planet shakes and trembles and sheds its tears
    As it feels the wars and the pain of its tenants' fears.
    It's the human ones causing the destruction.
    Of all that Mother put into production,
    Millions of eons shifting lands to and fro,
    Forming mountains and valleys and waters that flow,
    Habitats grown to nurture all her children
    Are destroyed by the greed of human evolution.
    Has the Mother taken all that she can?
    Is she objecting to the iniquities of man?
    How many cuts and incisions can she take?
    As species land and forests disappear in man's wake,
    She gives her warnings as the elements explode,
    Showing how vulnerable humans are in their humble abodes.
    Catastrophes are spreading across the globe.
    How much worse will they become? No one knows.
    The Mother is angry, and she has just begun
    To vent her fury as she converses with her sun,
    So beware, human ones, and heed Mother's actions.
    Let not complacency and avarice become your distractions.
    Has the Mother not provided all that you need?
    Yet you repay her with ignorance and contempt as you feed,
    So open your eyes, human ones, and respect Mother's love,
    For this is Mother Earth given to us from above.

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  14. 12. A Wonderful Yesterday

    I always look for the good in people, and I have a very positive perspective on life. I see miracles everywhere, and this is why I find it so difficult to go there, into the darkness. It is there, and it gets stronger with each year that passes. I don't like what, as a race, we are becoming.

    A Call To Care For The Earth

    Mother Earth, she weeps, but her tears are all in vain.
    Men who seek profit and power will never feel guilt or shame.

    What is happening to our world? Wake up and see what we have done.
    The pollution that fills our air is now blocking out the sun.

    We carelessly chop down our trees at such an alarming rate.
    Nothing left to purify our air; is our existence left to fate?

    Who will pollinate our plants when we kill off all the bees?
    What will be left of our oceans when we contaminate all our seas?

    Majestic animals that share our world, men track them down to kill,
    Not for any particular purpose, they hunt them for the thrill.

    Beautiful beasts that once roamed our lands free,
    Reduced to decomposing carcasses hunted for a fee.

    Our marine life is being poisoned by all our toxic waste.
    Plastics dumped in mass for all our fish to taste.

    Mountains of our garbage, in our oceans we do store,
    Then watch in silence as the blood-drenched waves break angrily on the shore,

    And with it, all the decaying corpses from once an abundant sea of the living,
    A sea that kept us fed, a sea that kept on giving.

    Without all these things, we cannot survive.
    Each link has a purpose in the circle of life, and they keep us alive.

    Our planet is our mother; we live in her womb.
    She provides for all life; let's not make her our tomb.

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  15. 13. Nature's Law

    • By Pistol
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2015

    The only poem I have ever written. I'm scared of what the world is becoming.

    Poem About The Earth's Future

    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.

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  16. 14. Look Outside

    • By Josie Greveling
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008

    A poem about preventing pollution and climate change written by an 11-year-old who loves this world.

    Poem On Pollution

    Look outside, see the trees.
    Watch the flowers in the breeze.
    Things won't be like this in a year or two
    If polluting is all we do.
    Seize the night,
    Seize the day.
    Things won't always be this way.
    Thousands of people are dying.
    In the night, you hear children crying.
    Let's stop the war.
    Our people are sore.
    The world can't help itself.
    Who cares about your wealth?
    Help me to help you.
    Show the world what you can do.

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  17. 15. The Breeze

    This is a rhyming poem about the wind. I've used personification to show its building frustration.

    Story Of The Wind

    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

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  18. 16. The Brink

    After taking a walk through a nearby park, I realized my blood pressure and stress levels were down. I realized just how important our environment is. Just think what it would be like if our environment were clean.

    Healing Properties Of A Clean Environment

    Take a walk inside a park or
    Jaunt a forgotten trail.
    Close your eyes and listen.
    Take a deep breath and exhale.

    For nature's call invites you.
    It's peaceful and serene.
    It heals the body deep within
    Naturally, not by artificial means.

    Aromatherapy businesses
    Would all be obsolete.
    Your pharmaceutical agencies
    Would drop significantly.

    Hospitals could concentrate on
    Healing the terminally ill
    Instead of fighting illnesses
    Brought on by pollution's will.

    Saving the environment
    Is bigger than you think.
    It not only affects society;
    It pulls health from the brink.

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  19. 17. Staring Through The Window

    At times, especially during this pandemic, we find ourselves staring through our windows admiring the blue skies and the cotton clouds, the verdant greens and deep blues, the beauty of it all. Unfortunately, day by day, we fail to become the responsible stewards of the land that we were tasked to take care of. This poem is a plea, an outward call to change for the better, and for the betterment of our children.

    Restoring The Beauty Of Creation For Our Children

    My child, sit by my side,
    have a look outside.
    What do you see?

    The sun and the sands,
    the winds and the waves,
    the grass and the trees;

    They are our responsibility,
    yet we have lost the ability
    to maintain the beauty bestowed before us.

    This magnificent land is ours,
    yet we fail to find the hour
    to stop and realize the condition we have left it in.

    My child, sit by my side,
    have a look outside.
    What can you say?

    I can only pray
    that there be a day
    where you can gaze upon the bluest of skies just as I once did;

    Where you can experience vitality
    from this grim reality
    that we have turned our land into;

    Where the scent of the meadows
    suppress the sorrows
    that we've sown on our own soil.

    My child, sit by my side,
    have a look outside.
    What must we do?

    Restoration is due;
    return earth to its true
    colors and vibrance and beauty and grace.

    Evoke the natural ways,
    bring back the breathable days
    when the air was pure and fresh and crisp and clear.

    It's time to embrace
    positive change,
    to shatter the pattern
    and break the cyclical destruction
    of a home undeniably, unquestionably, irreplaceable.

    And I know that we are able
    to achieve the sustainable
    and throw away the days where disposables were our disabilities.

    There is no anonymity.
    With one collective identity,
    we are all accountable
    to this sizeable responsibility

    So my child, I tell you,
    let the rivers flow,
    let the flowers grow,
    let the people know,
    that the earth needs its glow.

    It's an awakening
    my child, are you listening?
    Beyond that window
    is a tomorrow full of opportunity,
    and today, we must march in unity
    because that is what it takes to rebuild this land.

    It's at the palm of our hands
    and it's time to take the ultimate stand
    for a creation so magnificent.
    This world is at war, yet again, the victims are the innocent;
    There is no moment to be indifferent.
    This land needs to heal, we need not be the impediment
    And one thing is evident:
    My child, we need our future
    But it needs us to be present.

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  20. 18. Countryside To City

    I wrote this while traveling back to London from a day in Kent.

    Poem About Missing Nature

    As I look to the sky, I can clearly see
    The glorious sun beaming down on me.
    The clouds go from thick to a whispy thin.
    To miss such a view is a terrible sin.
    As I look around this spectacular place,
    I feel a smile take over my face.
    The fields of lush green grass are dotted
    With beautiful wild flowers the bees have spotted,
    Busily flying from flower to flower,
    Pollinating before a shower.
    The distinctive red of a poppy field
    To a tarmac strip they have to yield.
    The man-made pathway cuts through nature's canvas,
    Taking us to far flung places around us
    To a built up concrete industrial machine
    Where places like this are rarely seen,
    So whenever you visit the countryside,
    Take a few moments to put aside
    So you will remember what you have seen
    Before you return to the not so green.

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  21. 19. The Changing Earth

    • By Michael A. Lopez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2019

    My name is Michael Lopez. I am 16 years old and live in Puerto Rico. The poem I wrote is about the problems that man-induced climate change is causing to Earth. Our world is changing in a fast pace, but we need to work together to preserve the Earth.

    Poem About Climate Change

    Earth is a beautiful place,
    a place we live every day.
    We should have the grace
    to make sure it doesn't go away.

    Climate change is a problem we face,
    and it's something we should not forget.
    Our world is changing in a fast pace,
    and a solution to this we have to get.

    Endangered species are becoming extinct.
    Temperatures are rising every day.
    Rivers are becoming desert valleys,
    but this shouldn't lead us into dismay.

    The ice caps are melting down,
    causing sea levels to get higher.
    Precipitation patterns are changing,
    and it's making the deserts drier.

    God gave us this sacred place,
    and we cannot take it for granted.
    One day we will run out of space,
    and the Earth we know will cease to exist.

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  22. 20. Nature Speaks

    • By Dionie B. Fernandez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2019

    I love nature. As I marvel at its beauty, I am reminded of my responsibility to care for it.

    Nature Acrostic Poem

    Nature paints the waters blue and the mountains green,
    As the music of swaying trees and roaming beasts reign.
    Touching human hearts in breathtakingly amazing scenes.
    Under the blue sky, God's unconditional love is evidently seen.
    Rivers of teeming fish, lands of abundant fruits and grains,
    Engulfed by a pair of Mother Earth's caring hands, our haven.

    Storms, quakes, climate change and other ecological villains,
    Pilfered and plundered the nature's wealth and magnificence.
    Envious hearts and ambitious minds have also brought change,
    Afflicting Mother Earth in every technological advancement.
    Keep an eye; take heed that something is wrong with our planet,
    Start with a promise to care for Mother Earth before it's too late!

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