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A collection of poems on the ecological challenges faced by our planetLoading...
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Table of Contents
Welcome
To recognize Earth Day 2021, Venice High School students in AP Literature wrote poems highlighting both their appreciation and concern for our planet. They adapted the sonnet form and experimented with the imagery, figurative language, and other literary elements we've been learning about this year.
Enjoy the highlights!
Table of Contents
04. WE NEED A CHANGE
By Kayla F.
06. UNTITLED
By Tasie A.
08. FADE AWAY
By Rachel H.
10. A DROP
By Jachin C.
12. A TIME FOR CHANGE
By Makayla B.
14. OUR OCEAN HOME
By Sayla M.
16. SONNET FOR GIVING TREES
By Emma H.
18. DOOM
By Sanam I.
20. ACTION OR DISTRACTION
By Madeleine G.
22.THE PERSPECTIVE OF A TREE
By Morgan B.
24. OUR TAINTED SEA
By Nicole S.
26. BURNING SANCTUARIES
By Emi S.
28. THE CORAL WE DON'T KNOW
By Caitlin G.
30. THE WONDERS OF SUNSET
By Carly F.
By Kayla F.
06. UNTITLED
By Tasie A.
08. FADE AWAY
By Rachel H.
10. A DROP
By Jachin C.
12. A TIME FOR CHANGE
By Makayla B.
14. OUR OCEAN HOME
By Sayla M.
16. SONNET FOR GIVING TREES
By Emma H.
18. DOOM
By Sanam I.
20. ACTION OR DISTRACTION
By Madeleine G.
22.THE PERSPECTIVE OF A TREE
By Morgan B.
24. OUR TAINTED SEA
By Nicole S.
26. BURNING SANCTUARIES
By Emi S.
28. THE CORAL WE DON'T KNOW
By Caitlin G.
30. THE WONDERS OF SUNSET
By Carly F.
We Need Change
September 20th, 2019:
When I joined the march against climate change,
My ears filled with impatient honking,
As drivers waited like hunters in range.
The smell of exhaust一so suffocating;
As if I were drowning in a sea of fire.
I look around, trash bins overflowing一
Raising people’s ire.
When I lift my head to look up above,
There is no sign of stars in the dark sky.
Would any sort of action be enough
When there are situations that can go awry?
But before it’s too late, we can be clean
If we choose to go Green.
When I joined the march against climate change,
My ears filled with impatient honking,
As drivers waited like hunters in range.
The smell of exhaust一so suffocating;
As if I were drowning in a sea of fire.
I look around, trash bins overflowing一
Raising people’s ire.
When I lift my head to look up above,
There is no sign of stars in the dark sky.
Would any sort of action be enough
When there are situations that can go awry?
But before it’s too late, we can be clean
If we choose to go Green.
By Kayla F.
September 20th, 2019:
When I joined the march against climate change,
My ears filled with impatient honking,
As drivers waited like hunters in range.
The smell of exhaust一so suffocating;
As if I were drowning in a sea of fire.
I look around, trash bins overflowing一
Raising people’s ire.
When I lift my head to look up above,
There is no sign of stars in the dark sky.
Would any sort of action be enough
When there are situations that can go awry?
But before it’s too late, we can be clean
If we choose to go Green.
When I joined the march against climate change,
My ears filled with impatient honking,
As drivers waited like hunters in range.
The smell of exhaust一so suffocating;
As if I were drowning in a sea of fire.
I look around, trash bins overflowing一
Raising people’s ire.
When I lift my head to look up above,
There is no sign of stars in the dark sky.
Would any sort of action be enough
When there are situations that can go awry?
But before it’s too late, we can be clean
If we choose to go Green.
The blood seeps from my rough tinted skin,
As I look with desperate eyes and turn my head,
To see men celebrating with guns akin,
As my family runs for cover and I lay dead.
Knives cut me open and lay my innards bare,
To section off my "valuables" and find which is of use,
My body, so explicit, becomes what people wear
And they use their freedom as their only excuse.
How long will nature be man's toy and bidding?
Is my life destined to be as disposable as waste?
As the tears I shed, still life, clinging,
Becomes dry as my species becomes erased.
Our corpses are the proof that cruelty of man is quite distinct,
Yet with hope, humanity gains compassion, as my family and I lay extinct.
As I look with desperate eyes and turn my head,
To see men celebrating with guns akin,
As my family runs for cover and I lay dead.
Knives cut me open and lay my innards bare,
To section off my "valuables" and find which is of use,
My body, so explicit, becomes what people wear
And they use their freedom as their only excuse.
How long will nature be man's toy and bidding?
Is my life destined to be as disposable as waste?
As the tears I shed, still life, clinging,
Becomes dry as my species becomes erased.
Our corpses are the proof that cruelty of man is quite distinct,
Yet with hope, humanity gains compassion, as my family and I lay extinct.
