8 million metric tons of plastic enter the ocean every year
Winner of the '𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙' for the category: 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 💛🏆🏅
Nursery-rhyme inspired by 𝓦. 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮’𝓼 ‘Songs of Innocence’ and ‘Son...
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."~Thorin Oakenshield.
the lines are a bit incoherent, so don't hesitate to ask if there's any confusion, however, you are all free to interpret it in any way :)
10 Word Story for Pikku's 1K contest.
Stars fade from sunlight but vanish in waste filled skies
I live in such a city where last year in winter the AQI was above 400! Were I breathing poison?
Hey guys :) hope you like this .. I don’t really know what this is .. take care <3 sorry for not posting as often .. 💗🫶
A short, free-verse, spoken-word poem about my thoughts whilst at an airport.
There's a fierce river blocking your way, With its deadly waves keeping you away
Industrial waste and damage to our planet
Next poem Saturday morning name Mephisto Creek, it is a dark thriller.
Hard to erase. Let’s clean up the ocean full of plastic
It's not safe outside. It's not safe anywhere.
We can't rely on the government to create adequate environmental regulations; we have to advocate for change ourselves.
8 million metric tons of plastic enter the ocean every year
Winner of the '𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙' for the category: 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 💛🏆🏅
Nursery-rhyme inspired by 𝓦. 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮’𝓼 ‘Songs of Innocence’ and ‘Son...
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."~Thorin Oakenshield.
the lines are a bit incoherent, so don't hesitate to ask if there's any confusion, however, you are all free to interpret it in any way :)
10 Word Story for Pikku's 1K contest.
Stars fade from sunlight but vanish in waste filled skies
I live in such a city where last year in winter the AQI was above 400! Were I breathing poison?
Hey guys :) hope you like this .. I don’t really know what this is .. take care <3 sorry for not posting as often .. 💗🫶
A short, free-verse, spoken-word poem about my thoughts whilst at an airport.
There's a fierce river blocking your way, With its deadly waves keeping you away
Industrial waste and damage to our planet
Next poem Saturday morning name Mephisto Creek, it is a dark thriller.
Hard to erase. Let’s clean up the ocean full of plastic
It's not safe outside. It's not safe anywhere.
We can't rely on the government to create adequate environmental regulations; we have to advocate for change ourselves.