Steam Poems - Poems about Steam

...The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms Mother Nature is letting us know that springs arrival is going to be awesome Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people e......Read the rest...

... "For a Painted Daisy every day is a new beginning to start again, to find beauty in small things, like a butterfly caress or a bee kiss." ......Read the rest...

...My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. whispering birds through wind and light rain no dram......Read the rest...

...Today's Mother's Day Cafe closed, I scream. Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound. To irked to do whatnot I let off steam , Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around. Last week Cafe close......Read the rest...

... Nights once amiss Now birth cerebral bliss Evenings belong to caring for Oneself Lovely potions and Serums lining the shelf A cup of steam next to a Lover dreaming Worries now a focus of mi......Read the rest...

...Oh you lucky dog aren't you glad you're not a frog as easy as it may seem you just lift a leg and let off some steam instead of jumping on a log like a frog you just prance around the yar......Read the rest...

...In this exciting times, new doors are shaped, Fresh pathways for us to boldly tread. Authority over lions, we will claim, Journeying without fear with full steam. With new perceptions, we will ......Read the rest...

...space cat zoomed in on two wheels, about to run out of steam. Most of us missed her, others thought she was but a dream. Space cat zoomed around the neighborhood until it got light. Then she hid h......Read the rest...

...I am forming my own wild sports team Grandma said. We all wondered what in the atmosphere she had in her head. Racquetball? Hockey? Wrestling? Softball or what? Not sure yet, she said, but you may......Read the rest...

...Oh, a shadow of the being in the tattered drapes of day, You play upon the stage of the world with a smile borrowed from another vision. You are a dancer in the whirl of human bustle and retreat, ......Read the rest...

... People anticipated, and waited for the day they could gaze upon my beauty, and that they did. The men adored me, the women admired me, and the children were in awe of me. Everyone loved me! I was......Read the rest...

... a dense fog followed the rain like the billowing steam of a locomotive train yet the fog never left me just denser, insane ......Read the rest...

...At two AM, it comes Seven days a week With its lonely haunting cry The train calls to me Beckons me to its tracks In the stillness of the night I hear its lonesome song A melody of steel and......Read the rest...

..."Kalapana fishing village laid west of Mount Pu'u O'o. Our home was behind the church that sat on an abutment tip that rose slightly higher. The lava poured from the east side of our home, covering i......Read the rest...

...We are but transient breezes, subtle specters, On this ancient soil, so dense, so tangible, Yet fleeting seagulls of smoke in nature's hands, A curtain's sway when the final act concludes, Depart......Read the rest...