This is another poem I worked on for the Writing Club in my school. We're still on the topic of imagery, but we're trying to make everything flow better at our last meeting. In this poem, I'm talking about 'Mother Earth' and how we're 'killing' her, with all the pollution, littering, etc. If there's anything you see that I need to fix, please tell me! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it. :]
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She wears a dress
of flowers and ivy.
Breathes life
as other look upon her with envy.
Her beauty diminishes
as smoke fills her lungs.
Begging for air,
as it becomes stolen by thugs.
Her eyes
once a vibrant green
become ghostly pale
losing its sheen...
Glass pierces her skin,
with cuts that run deep
as the ocean.
Yet no one helps her as she weeps.
Everyone knows of her,
because they do this - we do this.
We're hurting her.
We're bruising her.
We're scarring her.
We're killing her.
And we'll regret it when she's dead.
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