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The Good WarA Story by ChrisAn underground resistance organization works hard to stymie the progress of the reckless resource extraction industry in a near future where climate c.. |
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Waking UpA Poem by ShawnaHere I amDown on my knees againCryingAnd feeling like I'm dying againThe stars are alignedAnd now we knowWe wasted all our timeHave to let goThe peace.. |
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Sanity SlippingA Poem by Odin RoarkPerhaps the only armament left in our climate battles with deniers are more persistent reminders. |
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Master's Thesis AnecdotesA Story by The InternationalAs soon as I learned to walk, I was barefoot in the jungles of Latin America. My mother whisked me on an three year excursion from Baja.. |
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Blood Red, Pinkish and CrimsonA Poem by AbhigyanMy Favorite color is Blood Red, and that belongs to her.......... |
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Mammalian ParadoxA Poem by SamanthaThe onlookers scanned the enclosurein search of lifebeyond the obviousIn silence they waited for movementGreen of every shade imaginableCoated every s.. |
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Painting the View.A Poem by Ink-stained HandsOut of boredom, i made this. |
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Our ViewA Poem by NoraMariaLet's appreciate our beautiful Earth. Sometimes you just need to find a beautiful view and enjoy the world pass by. |
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Forsaken TearsA Poem by Odin RoarkNature as arbiter remains disadvantaged, as amidst the growing climate change debate, some ague it is already too late, while the coveting powerful ad.. |
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Hateful HumansA Poem by LunaThe earth hides,It doesn't want to be seen,We are destroying it's self esteem,What are we doing here,Creating hate,Why should the earth take our bate. |
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Peak HourA Poem by senPeak Hour. The men unfold from coffee cups, steam from the mouth, and monkey climb the CBD. Some women cling tight to mantras like a private bodice .. |
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yes I am a tree.A Poem by Rishabh GoelPoem personifies a tree and describes all the emotions which a tree experiences but can't express it like us. |
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Global WarmingA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueEnvironmental pollution causing global warming |
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Nature of MineA Poem by Amy TurtonTwilight moon hung low in the sky,the sound of a night bird as it flies on by.Rippling water flowing downstream,so peaceful, so tranquil; almost a dre.. |
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