Tin Poems - Poems about Tin

...I sat at the subway station holding a poem...the guy next to me said..."get a tin can they like the sound".......Read the rest...

...“Dragons don’t live up to the talk. I’ll find a way to fix the wagon”, Opined the jealous Jabberwock, “Of the scaly, lummox dragon.” This foul fiend then, most inhumanely, Pausing to munch ......Read the rest...

... An Introduction to Max Hi, I am a Mastiff cross and my name is Magical Max. To be precise it’s actually Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to say I possess ma......Read the rest...

...In the hazy air, the camera drone  followed the stagnant river of traffic, telegraphing images to control. The thermals from the searing hot pavement fighting with the machine’s languid progress ......Read the rest...

... First, there were high winds against my roof of tin Then, along came lots of lightning and loud thunder Next, a rooster crowed and afterwards, I saw a hen Next, there came a forceful gushing r......Read the rest...

... on my mum and dads side If women could hear men’s thoughts would the hear it in a man or woman’s voice If Thanos doubled the resources nobody needed to die I always tell the truth No mat......Read the rest...

... In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats, skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes, you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness wronged-vaped, winged to the w......Read the rest...

...The Age of Man We carried on The age of man Till moon of tin bore An electric sun And all machines Shone bright and clean Keeping silent But wanting more Till the purpose mind Did lo......Read the rest...

... Showered with petals, long since gone, Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong, The transparent walls imprison souls, No heart or living thought consoled. Our presence blurred in mirrors c......Read the rest...

.... in mine torso's limbs 'long with mine robot's grip az the tin man left out in thuh purty ......Read the rest...

...A tin rain ticks between the scrabble of pigeon claws. Time drips off a shingled edge. In moments you can land years behind as just the shrunken rolling head of a whole decade. Eyes open, you w......Read the rest...

...A Brisling (King Oscar sardines) I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper Headless and nicely packed, except for one that had a head and was alive. I put the live one in a glass jar; ......Read the rest...

...can't equate worth from how they respond delighted to see me then I'm all wrong dance at my presence or beckon me forth look forlorn when they see me, run indoors listen to my gentle touch, that ......Read the rest...

...can't equate worth from how they respond delighted to see me then I'm all wrong dance at my presence or beckon me forth to then look forlorn at the sight of me ......Read the rest...

...Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood......Read the rest...