These are the results for the sixth contest with the prompt "pollution." Thank you all so much for competing. This contest wouldn't be the same without you. Congratulations to everyone who won. Here are the results:
1st Place - "The Trees Here" by some_anonymous_poet
the trees here are poisoned
the trees here are sick
can't you see them weeping?
there's the blood they cry, so thick
the trees here are poisoned
the trees here once thrived
in this place of luscious wonder
now, they've barely survived
the trees here are poisoned
the trees here will fall
their roots are weak and trembling
but they can await no siren's call
the trees here are poisoned
but the trees here can't die
the role they serve is vital
here, they're holding up the sky
2nd Place - "Smoke Break" by Alvin767
The sun is lighting up the living day;
The sky is calling me to skip and play!
All nature speaks of life and purity;
The boughs are pink upon the cherry trees!
Across the street a boy and man have fun,
Are laughing, racing with the lilting sun!
"Oh Papa, please, may we get up and run?"
"No, kid. You can see I'm smokin' son!"
3rd Place - DovefeatherMistClan
Bright white,
Clean as can be,
It can only be a masterpiece,
Painted by an artist
With brush so thin.
Ethereal, light
So very delicate,
The touch of a leaf
Could ruin it.
Years pass,
Innocence stays the same.
"Is this heaven?"
They say.
People like to touch
Perfectness,
So it will be imperfect.
Fingerprints were left upon
An innocent soul.
A clean sheet,
Washed in mud,
This makes hell,
Dark and cold
A polluted mind,
A toxic soul,
Who knew one could be so cruel?
To this day,
The soul remains.
Blood pulses through,
Once pure-white veins.
Lack of trust,
Suffocates anyone,
This haunted soul shows no mercy,
And those who wander in,
Never come out.
People's Favorite - "Darkness of a Soul" by Myrrh_aa
Darkness envelopes the skies,
Light is fading fast.
Silence is heard,
Forever's end is near.
Its spindly arms loomed by
Grabbing anyone in its path.
The shadows is where it dwells,
Bones cracking beneath its feet.
Rain pours down a billionth time
With freezing cold hail and snow
But it can never wash out
The melancholy felt in this dark place.
Distant calls can be heard at times
But the dark entity closes its doors shut.
The voices are gone, everything's quiet.
An eternity of nothingness is waiting.
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