Nature poem contest

Hello My name is Mark I'm from Denmark, and this is my first contest.

I would like you to make poems about nature, and how the civilization has it's influence on it, if you understand what I am saying?
Civilization contra Nature

it HAS to be A-B-C-B

there are spots for 20 poems

1place = 15 r/r/c
2place = 10 r/r/c
3place = 5 r/r/c

1: XxRomancing the Darker SidexX [Done]
2: Hellon [Done]
3: Engel Augen [Done]
4: Paralyzed
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the contest will close 1.April

if you have any questions, just send me a message.

Only 1 poem each...

- Mark

Unperfect

A quiet day in the midst of December,
Oh, where have all the singing birds gone?
I see them not, I hear them not,
Their cheery whistles at the break of dawn.

The snow, such fluffy white elegance,
Why is beauty now forever soiled?
By machine driven fast over icy roads,
Nature's sweet gifts are now uncoiled.

Rising to sunrise, soon peering outside,
Why do slushy grey piles of despair abound?
Cigarette butts, and pieces of garbage,
Picked up by the wind and tossed all around.

But how is it that litter gets swept up,
And carried on by the rivers' sweet drift?
It is our fault, alone, for we are humans,
And we are nature's most unperfect gift.

(a) see
(b) nice
(c) hey
(b) dice)

second and last stanza has to rhyme.

Let's get this topic up, and hope for new poets to join my competition...

still got 17 spots left...

I'll have to expand the time... need at least 5 people...

I will reserve a spot if you are still going with this contest.

Nature Fading

Cement jungles,
Barren plains,
Empty forests,
Pocket gains.

Dig for oil,
Hunt for gold,
Kill for diamonds,
Nature's sold.

Rob the earth,
Dry her womb,
What won't sell,
We must consume.

Hug a tree,
And say good bye,
Tomorrow brings,
A paper sigh.

Money, books,
A sign of power,
Fancy house,
Fading flower.

Endless fields,
Suburban dream,
Nature's hurting,
Feel her scream.

Wrapped up in,
Our selfish lives,
Where all else fails,
And greed survives.

I wrote this a while back. Don't know if it quite fits the criteria. Let me know if you want me to remove it.

Industrial Ailment.

Ugly wheeled animals
busy metal bees
in a perpetual race
toward tainted destinies

fluorescent orange glow
paints a scene so bleak
angry stampeding juggernauts
on tarmac smooth and sleek

Shiny metallic shells
glaring halogen eyes
tails pumping fumes
perfume fills the skies

skidded blurry footprints
adorn an immovable stain
natures industrial illness
is this blackened moving vein

~Pete.