All writing published for Environmental Writing Competition September 2018. See Competition

Published writing

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The_One_Who_Lives (United States of America)() published:

The Ones Who Started It

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

Life looks at death with a disapproving frown
"Look what you've done:
You've destroyed my beautiful creation.
The grass that was once green and flowing
is now replaced with hard concrete and litter.
The ocean that was once bursting with excitement and mystery
is now only full of oil and plastic. 
The clear, fresh air that created the breeze 
is now just a cloud of smog and smoke. 
The pandas and whales and elephants are disappearing,
as well as the...

4 months ago

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Sofia Miller (United States of America)() published:

Through Green Tinted Glasses

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

My father found
some green tinted glasses.
The film of dust rests on the lenses like
sitting ducks on a lake.
I swoon
at the chiseled brass temples, which swirl into leaves.

My friends have always said I look like a forest elf,
or wood nymph,
or something so earthly it’s out of this world.
With green tinted glasses,
the frames round like collection pools for the heavens to split
for rain to splosh down like those giant buckets at...

Seeking Peer Reviews

8 months ago

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kaseylaura (Australia)() published:

Wild

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018


It's the spark.
It's powerful and humbling it’s wild
The smell of a storm
The wind in your hair;
Campfire smoke and
The stars arrayed in their glory above you
It’s wild.

It's red dirt beneath bare feet
Chapped lips and dusty fingerprints on the car door
It’s the vast emptiness of the outback
Comforting in its solitude
The knowledge that you are the only one for hundreds of miles
Just you and the Earth it’s wild.

It's freedom
It's...
Seeking Peer Reviews

10 months ago

Marie42 (United States of America)() published:

Pollute

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

Black dancing trails fly across the dying sky; suffocating, infecting all it touches

Plantae and fauna choking on the dark smog consuming them.

A darkness engulfing me and everything around us.

Wild life tainted,Wild life tainted.

Black ink drips from a waterfall, drowning all within.

Decaying soil made of bone and broken dreams, too weak to sustain life, too weak to hold itself together

Birds gagging on the stench of rotten flesh, falling to the ground; decomposing, eroding, disintegrating, becoming...

11 months ago

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Sunshine192 (India)() published:

My Experiments With Nature

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

It was summer. The scorching earth and hot air made me feel like an egg on a frying pan. I had only one thought in my mind, to get to home and have a chilled lemonade. After supper, me and my elder brothers started shifting sleeping mats and net tents to the terrace. Sleeping on terrace was not a new experience for the people of my locality. People did this to get relief from the heat trapped inside the house...

Seeking Peer Reviews

about 1 year ago

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Pramit Das (India)() published:

My Himalayas

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

When will I see again?
Nameless rivers servicing the valley
With powder-snow ridges in honeydew sunlight
That now is only held in solipsism
Melting quickly like glacier ice
When tomorrow quiet beckons my thought
 
When shall I hear again?
The age-old conversation of the pine forest
And the travelling birds selling song
To the hushed mountain paths
Where I used to belong
Hurrying over chasms crackling ancient dust
 
No more
No more
All locked away in the attic...

about 1 year ago

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sydney.paige.belcher (United States of America)() published:

The Auction of the Oceola County Zoo

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018


The treasure trove was hers alone,
but the renovations were incomplete.
So began the constructive hand
of a proud new homeowner. 
The creeping vines painted the walls 
with a lovely shade of green.
The stone path’s cracks filled with grass,
her soft new carpeting.
The old exhibits housed new tenets,
creatures who had lived in the forest before.
Then when the auction came,
the for sale sign an old tattered flag,
no other man came to stake his claim on...

about 1 year ago

sydney.paige.belcher (United States of America)() published:

The Auction of the Oceola County Zoo

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

The treasure trove was hers alone,
but the renovations were incomplete.
So began the constructive hand
of a proud new homeowner. 
The creeping vines painted the walls 
with a lovely shade of green.
The stone path’s cracks filled with grass,
her soft new carpeting.
The old exhibits housed new tenets,
creatures who had lived in the forest before.
Then when the auction came,
the for sale sign an old tattered flag,
no other man came to stake his claim on...

about 1 year ago

Courtney Jackson (United States of America)() published:

My Last Ride

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

my last ride 
before the unbreakable vines overgrew my bike 
nothing on my mind
no fires, no hurricanes
just the hurricanes in my head 
before I go to bed
the vines grew as I did 

thinking of what the last ride will consist of
cuts of acceleration on my knees
are scars from the earth 

everything is still in place
the earth still in my veins
the air I breathe 
my childhood still in the green forest vines
in the same...

Seeking Peer Reviews

about 1 year ago

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Hoshahnia.K (United States of America)() published:

Revival

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

The home in which we share

The circular globe of radiating light
                                                         and life
is ours to tender.

She is
our child

deprived of biodiversity
and her beauty
concealed by clouds of
                                                      thick,
                                                               black smoke.

The people who foster life within her residency
retain more diversity
than she does.

Our earth
deserves a second chance at breathing
                                                        Without
                                                                     escaping into flames
uniting with her children of the water
                                                     Without
                                                                    her hands being strangled by your plastic remains
Replenish her illustrious...

over 1 year ago

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mo brown (United States of America)() published:

the wind.

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

The feeling I will never forget is one only achieved through nature. When you climb the mountain all the way to the tip top, you will look out and feel a sense of gratitude and beauty, then you think about the little things such as the wind. You will feel the wind rustling through your hair and clothing as you will undergo a state of relaxation all due to the beautiful scenery at the opening of your eyes. We don't...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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Space Catz (United States of America)() published:

raining meteorites.

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018



Looking into the Night starry sky, painted in beautiful Colours, connecting the dots of stars giving new constellations life and names, pointing into the sky while laying in the green cold grass, crickets chirping and owls hooting, "look...I will name you Luna!" Said the boy named Oliver with his friend Arthur, looking at each other with the stars in their eyes they walked back into The Forest path, the branches of the brown faded trees with the bark curling and peeling, and the...

over 1 year ago

Space Catz (United States of America)() published:

raining meteorites.

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018



Looking into the Night starry sky, painted in beautiful Colours, connecting the dots of stars giving new constellations life and names, pointing into the sky while laying in the green cold grass, crickets chirping and owls hooting, "look...I will name you Luna!" Said the boy named Oliver with his friend Arthur, looking at each other with the stars in their eyes they walked back into The Forest path, the branches of the brown faded trees with the bark curling and peeling, and the...
Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

Girl in the corner (United States of America)() published:

Keep our earth pure and clean

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

Honestly everywhere I go I see trash. I try to enjoy the environment around me but there it is again, trash. We should be cleaning our environment instead of using it as a giant trash can. We should be helping the environment starting with simply throwing our trash in the right bin or Mabey just recycling. We hurt our environment by endangered animals and  now even ourselves!
We have to change the way we act about our environment or for...
Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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Ben Chipman (United States of America)() published:

Ariel's Gallery

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

In search of masterpieces
I descend.

Drifting, submersed in glittering sapphire,
Nature’s jewels sparkle—
Illuminated by the piercing sun.
Bubbles ascending to the surface that shields the well-kept secret
Crack at the surface, threatening to expose the treasure below.
But I?
I have the chance to explore
The chance to discover the masterfully curated galleries
Assembled by mother nature herself,
And freckled with life
An unparalleled oceanic city of biodiversity.

But that was long ago.
That was in my youth. ...

over 1 year ago

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Girasol (United States of America)() published:

Seagull

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

Seagull
Some days I feel 
Like a loan seagull
Grey and white creamy feathers and yellow beak, 
Circling, feet tucked up to it’s chest,
Between the glaring window eyeholes of mundane office buildings, 
So far from the sea. 
So far from the blue and the spray and the wind, 
Trapped, prisoner of the air currents that carry it
Wings outstretched
Around and around, 
Like ripples in water, above our dirty city streets
Observer and witness to crimes committed against ourselves ...

over 1 year ago

Rutajit Sarkar (India)() published:

The Contemplation under the Banyan Tree

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

It was a fine late afternoon, the sky was blue and white clouds topped the sky. 
I walked up to the Banyan Tree and sat on a stone bench aligned at the base of the Banyan Tree. The Tree which showed the greatness and mightiness stood firm but still, the whereabouts said it was aging with time.
               It had been a year since I came to see the mighty tree. It greeted me...

over 1 year ago

Zeina Elkhouly (Egypt)() published:

Do you want to be the reason why a species of animal is extinct?

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

    Animal hunting is not a very common issue around the world but it’s extremely serious. As, I think laws need to be enforced on the certain animals in certain places that are allowed to be hunted. So, if you forbid people from hunting the rare animals or the animals that go to waste, you would decrease a very large amount of animal extinction and animal waste. I think that hunting animals that you are going to use 100% of should...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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Emily Rice (United States of America)() published:

Peepers

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

My dad calls late Sunday night and tells us to come and hear the frogs, so my brother and I hop in the car and drive to his warehouse in industrial West Eugene. My dad joins us and we make our way down the street toward the rusty yellow gate that leads into the wetlands, passing by a row of mailboxes--when we were little, my brother and I used to run up and down this street checking every mailbox for...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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~Kate T (United States of America)() published:

More Than A Tree

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

From the moment I was born- I lived and breathed trees. Slender trees with stiff branches and big-veined leaves that graze nearby buildings like a paintbrush. Alder trees with crooked limbs and interlacing roots twisting deep down into sodden Earth. Trees with silvery trunks and eccentrically colored leaves resting upon unyielding boughs. When I stare out my window, there's always a tree. When I walk to the park, trees are waiting for me, sturdy and unmoving. I live in a...

over 1 year ago

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avocado (Australia)() published:

The Trees are Alive

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

The trees are alive.
The trees are alive and they're bleeding.
Axe wounds read like paragraphs on their paper skin
tells the story of those who gave everything -
and the humans who took advantage of that.

The trees are alive.
The trees are alive and they're crying.
Dead leaves line the floor:
Green to grey to gone.
Tear drops with stems
from bloodshot eyes
and wooden bodies.

The trees are alive.
The trees are alive and they're waking.
The...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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Gisela Liu (United States of America)() published:

At the Beach

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

At the thousand  of places I dreamt upon
Silence begins the morning rise
Pebbles, stones, rocks,
All lined up against the receding tide
Fish, shells, coral finding a place to hide
Where the land meets the heavens
Where footprints dance,
And castles full of queens and kings,
A hushed world overtakes my heart.
Wrinkles forming on my dress
Wet sand brushing against my raw ankles
Finding refuge between my sticky toes.
My hair sways to the rhythm of the breeze
Sweating...

over 1 year ago

Sahaj Sabharwal (India)() published:

NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS BY SAHAJ SABHARWAL

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018



Minors are those less than eighteen, 
As they don't have knowledge in keen.

They don't have a driving licence,  
As don't have driving sense.

Minors are given just pen and page, 
Their life is not more than a cage. 

Holiday is not given even on sundays,
As their age is negligible for fundays.

Parents are worried not to get blame,
From minors they just want their fame.

Circumstances are same for every minor,
Parents are just their life designer.   
Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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cewhite (United States of America)() published:

Untouched

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

Pine needles softly crunch underfoot
Ravens hop around trying to find food.
A soft moon mellows the trenchant edges of society,
Tender light leads my way as I stretch out from under the pine trees;
I need to see the beauty of silence.
The night is dark with no profane lights desecrating the view
I sit in the road, arms around my knees as my face curiously reaches upward
Stars dance silently across the cool, crisp night sky. 
Sharp trees...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

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equus3102 (United States of America)() published:

sitting in a sea of green

PROMPT: Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

Sitting in a sea of green
I hear the leaves wash over me like waves
I see The beetles and bugs glitter like shells left borrowed by the waves

sitting in a classroom
I hear my peers roar like the lions on the savannah
I see The teacher tall like a baobab tree

Sitting in the car
I hear the muffed radio like a far away never sleeping city
I see The Colors wizz past like a flock of birds
...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago