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Green fills the sky
in the warm days of summer,
but it changes
with the coming of autumn
To a brilliant collage
of red, yellow, n' orange.
short on time, but brilliant

As winter approaches
the sky becomes bare;
just sticks jetting up to the sky.
but as springs comes around
A new green appears
bringing life to the once dead sky.

As the cycle repeats
again and again,
our lives continue on normal.
But just looking up just once
on the green lined sky
It can make a bit of a difference.

White blankets shroud the bare brown trees

I wince to harsh windâs sting

in dreams I feel the Summer breeze

and see the leaves of Spring.



The gold of Autumn far behind

as shadows creep on rime

and ice-filled clouds that turn one blind

to blue skies lost in time.



I wait to watch the birdsâ return

and smile at waves on shore,

when Winter yields to Summerâs burn

like every one before.

i had to write this for english

White blankets shroud the bare brown trees
I wince to harsh windâs sting
in dreams I feel the Summer breeze
and see the leaves of Spring.

The gold of Autumn far behind
as shadows creep on rime
and ice-filled clouds that turn one blind
to blue skies lost in time.

wait to watch the birds return
and smile at waves on shore
when Winter yields to Summers burn
like every one before.

sorry tried to copy it off my microsoft word document

White blankets shroud the bare brown trees
I wince to harsh winds sting
in dreams I feel the Summer breeze
and see the leaves of Spring.

The gold of Autumn far behind
as shadows creep on rime
and ice-filled clouds that turn one blind
to blue skies lost in time.

wait to watch the birds return
and smile at waves on shore
when Winter yields to Summers burn
like every one before.

ok hopefully the weird symbols are gone

The environment
When nature sees us
I think I'll go out
And buy a prius

I'll go hang out
With my good friend Michael
And together
We'll recycle

Forget boring fish
Ditch icthyology
My favorite subject
Is ecology

The environment's great
The best I have seen
It is my favorite thing
To just go green

And it sure is a shame
That in 2004
We did not have the option
To vote for Al Gore

Vulgar mouth.
Words shoot out.

Pierce and Burn.
Do not discern.

Air in an uproar.
Ear wants no more.

Vulgar mouth.
Please fade out.

Silence and peace.
When kept the least.

Airwaves polluted.
When not muted.

Haha, Terry, I love it!

Unfortunately, I draw a blank on this theme, so I probably will not enter until next round.

I am glad my poem is liked by at least one person.

Nuclear Devastation

Firing the hearts of all dead men,
Seeks an atom of the end.
It will split, its neutron collide,
In volatile gamma override.

Chain reaction screams of fire,
Rising a mushroom clouded spire.
The fallout is as we say,
"The mind will have a final day."

When we settle, we all compile,
A sighted sound of lethal vile.
With the destruction, a free light appears,
Then intensity it burns and sears.

The woods around, all combust,
As if it was destructive lust.
The trees are shrubs and grass around,
All scream and see and flung around.

In the meadows, uranium settles,
Burning in boiling glowing kettles.
It causes our genes to shift and change,
For a mutagen it carries mange.

Over time, our blood decays,
Leukemia treatment fills our days.
Cancer and blindness are all consuming,
And devastation leaves us fuming.

We sit back and watch the days,
The mutated blood bath of our friendly bays.
We fish our mutants,
And all we see are heavy pollutants.

It better be good, Moat. If I make nothing, 7th place!

Tomorrow should be Judging Day!

Time to start poetry again...

There once was an environment,
That caused everyone to lament,
They went to go hide,
From carbon dioxide,
And ended up running out of tents!

Based again partially on true events :3

When you finish reading, you'll realise it isn't so sad, it's not about a breakup for one. And it barely skims the them I think.

I Miss You In This Old House

I wonder how I'm supposed to feel,
When you're gone from my life,
Lock the house, it's a prison seal,
This place reeks of burning strife.

No there's nothing to say for salvation,
Tap tap this house grows old,
Torn wallpaper and wilted carnations,
And when I left you took my soul.

Cars roam the dusty highway,
Clouds flit by, it's a silent picture,
You call everyday and I said it's okay,
But all I think about is my departure.

Empty dark windows mirror my eyes,
But the time is ticking slow,
As I gaze at the orange gold skies,
I see the fireflies' ambient glow.

The shift is almost over this time,
The plane ticket's already in the drawer,
Tattered rag wiping up the grime,
Cold drops from the broken shower.

It's a hollow house I stay in,
The wooden floorboards creak sadly,
Brown curtains flapping in the wind,
I still need you so badly.

Two years and they'll let me go,
Now the finals grains in my hourglass fall,
As I observed the falling snow,
Cardboard boxes are lined in the hall.

And I'll be back before long love,
I feel a stinging cold numbness,
Sitting by this lonely warm hearth,
You know love is my biggest weakness.

The dawn of the day is breaking,
Finally because I miss you honey,
Keys in hand, my door is locking,
Light floods in the house, it's sunny.

*scratches head*
Nicho, it's a really good poem(what else did I expect) but I don't see how it fits into the theme. If you could just explain it to me, that'd help. Thanks.

UPDATE:
I just wanted to remind you all that tomorrow is judging day and the deadline, meaning that today is the last day to submit a poem. If you want a chance, get your poem in today, because tomorrow no more poems will be accepted.

Cin I du fake jujing?