Plastics Poems - Poems about Plastics

Provision-purchases Prevail Paper-bags pull-apart Preferably Possible process... Endeavors Easily executed Ending these is Endless Endeavor... Seen dead They resurrect Restlessly Leisurely linger like Spirits of sinners... Like the flesh of creatures Creatures cannot Consume these Exist eternally As ecological errands... Carrying them to Carry my provisions Continue Intentions Immobilize Impotently! ...

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My dear Grandma alive and kicking on this sunny day modern medicine and miracles of science life is a balance between old and new extremist aggressions replaced by rational transitions not the end only Zen...

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We, the human race are destroying, our only place by cutting down, our life filters and becoming, the human killers We build, with concrete jungles causing us, to huddle in bubbles while turning the sky, into a fry with our smoke, that can only choke We breed, like a petri-dish and we kill, so many fish while filtering poison, into our waterways and allowing plastics, to...

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Plastics, yes, a bane on all life, A bane on, bane on, bane on life! All our pollution causing strife! All our world, in peril! All our denials, will it kill? So will it, will it, will it kill? It does and who pays? Pays the bill? Nature, its hands forced! Nature, seasons gone, all done, sourced! Yes all done, all done, all done,...

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MICRO MENACE ******* People pollute, killing all living life! When will they understand recycling recovers? Hopeful, helping some species survive. Intervention inadvertently stops strife. Success, still wishful thinking, true, plastic pollution is, 'catch twenty two'! Micro menace, plastics one hundred and eighteen years old!...

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We need better plastics, To hell with the bakelite saints That stand silent inside, The great wheels,  of the grand vehicle. Forever sleeping behind visqueen, Covered plexiglass,  hiding themselves From the eyes of prophets, And cruel November. We need better plastics, The Christ that guards The scorpion forever persevered In lucite;has become, frail from the sunlight And cracks, with each Touch,slowly deteriorating With each...

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“Plastics”, is the word the man said To Ben who just graduated from college, At his parent’s party that was so dead. “Plastics”, is the word the man said, As he floated off in the pool instead, Soon to enjoy Mrs. Robinson carnal knowledge. “Plastics”, is the word the man said To Ben who just graduated from college....

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