This is a poem I wrote for a school assignment and one of my teachers suggested sharing it! So here it is.
Intoxicated.
Transparent and translucent shapes
pollute the sandy plains like,
splotches of paint on pure canvas.
Wings, once flying,
now dying.
Trapped in plastic’s chokehold,
they cannot escape.
We, the children,
horrified-
The waves who once watched me grow,
the seas that used to caress me tightly,
now flooded in scarlet fury.
Azure sea howls and roars,
vicious, vexed, violent.
Deep blue devours
chunks of grainy sand
like ruthless predators attacking prey.
She’s a cold-blooded thief for sure,
head to toe in cobalt aqua,
stealing the treasured banks,
leaving nothing to spare for us,
children who used to frolic and dance
in the sunlight’s gentle glare.
Once pristine and fresh,
now, dirtied muddy, and old.
We, the children,
gather and watch
as our glorious shores
become no more.
We watch as
the thieve-like waves rob
our lands of sun-kissed glee and gold.
The memories that once flourished
like flowers in new bloom
and,
the stories that we etched into sandy plains
while glowing in our youth
all replaced with dull and gloom.
I miss her.
I miss the deep blue who once wrapped me
in her gentle embrace.
I miss the softness
and fragility of grain against
bare feet.
Fabrics of smoky grey and murk
now drape above the play-space we used to run,
the forsaken place where we watched the seasons change.
The glisten and gleam of deep azure seas,
and the smiles that the sea and me
used to exchange,
all just a distant memory.
The deep azure sea now livid-
enraged.
She snarls at us who used to await her company.
She snarls at broken promises,
to keep her safe.
She snarls at us who ultimately destroyed her,
with the transparent
translucent
shapes
we decorated her ocean waves in.
Our dear friend-
a monster.
Uncontrollable.
As we watch
the seasons change,
we bid our solemn goodbyes
to the play-space we used to run,
while dancing and,
glowing in our youth.
We bid goodbye to the
new memories that could have bloomed.
We bid goodbye to the
new stories that we could have etched
into those lands of sun-kissed glee and gold.
For nothing now can stop the deep blue thieves
and their execrable heist
upon our cherished land.
For nothing now can stop the plastic
and its murderous spree
upon once cherished life.
Squawks of gull wings come to cease.
The laughter of tiny workers
as they build their brittle fortresses
upon the sandy plains,
fading.
My childhood,
the hours I spent in the sea’s embrace
my youth,
fading.
It is all gone now.
We
were too
late.
