paleogamer11
Senior Member
Not that long ago, I begun writing short yet meaningful poems as I begun writing for fun. As of now, I have compiled two poems, Imperfection and The Environment Must Persist!, which are shown below:
#1: Imperfection
There is no such thing as the perfect human
We are all flawed in a myriad number of paths
Humanity is full of drawbacks
That, however, is a genuine fact
That everyone should get to learn
And for society’s opinion to turn
As am example: I dislike swearing
But I will have to get used to such a habit
After all, people do such an action without caring
And never will there be one as pure as a white rabbit
#2: The Environment Must Persist!
We are made up of nature
Though a subtle fact, this’ll remind us to preserve the wonders of the Blue Planet
From the sadly declining forests to the important yet delicate glaciers,
We need to save this place, we got to do some planning
Reducing our usage of plastic, for example, is an effective solution
But it does not end there because get this:
The world is in danger of a vice called pollution
And its survival status is still pending
If we act too late, though, it won’t end well
It will feel like a special body has casted us a spell
#1: Imperfection
There is no such thing as the perfect human
We are all flawed in a myriad number of paths
Humanity is full of drawbacks
That, however, is a genuine fact
That everyone should get to learn
And for society’s opinion to turn
As am example: I dislike swearing
But I will have to get used to such a habit
After all, people do such an action without caring
And never will there be one as pure as a white rabbit
#2: The Environment Must Persist!
We are made up of nature
Though a subtle fact, this’ll remind us to preserve the wonders of the Blue Planet
From the sadly declining forests to the important yet delicate glaciers,
We need to save this place, we got to do some planning
Reducing our usage of plastic, for example, is an effective solution
But it does not end there because get this:
The world is in danger of a vice called pollution
And its survival status is still pending
If we act too late, though, it won’t end well
It will feel like a special body has casted us a spell
