An anvil hangs above my head
Life trudges on in silent dread
Watching waiting for the drop
Another day it doesn’t stop
In restless flux I float unknowing
Another dawn the coffee’s flowing
Aroma thick thoughts start to stall
Waking slowly but no rest at all
An anvil swings with quiet might
Still no relief no end in sight
Same routine a looping thread
Each thought heavy in my head
Coffee brews the mind delays
Trapped inside a familiar haze
Is this just a bad day’s theme
A nightmare stretched from a dream
Or is it simply will reprised
Endurance cloaked in thin disguise
Categories:
anvil, angst,
Form: Couplet
Under eighteen
hot tears spilling
nowhere near serene
at the end of your rope
cannot cope
need fulfilling
please don't mope
there's always hope
here's the dope
find someone thrilling
you can soft-soap
who is willing
and won't say 'Nope'
to a clandestine marriage
on the slippery slope
of the blacksmith's anvil
hire the carriage
you prefer
defer the billing
and elope
Categories:
anvil, funny love, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous." Aristole
Clouds,
Drifting
Gossamer,
Amorphously
Cumulonimbus
Botryoidal changelings
Bulbous body-building boils
Robustly rising with swelled heads
Bragging with bursts of thunderous joy
Eager to display lightning anvil crowns
Categories:
anvil, imagery, joy, nature, science,
Form: Etheree
The Wordsmith's Anvil
It starts as a tiny ember
In my mind, heart and soul
A single word or simple thought
Synapses fire furiously
Fanning it like a blacksmith's bellows
Suddenly it is a roaring fire
Brain now engulfed in the blaze
I have to quench quickly
Lest it consume me
I plunge the raw metal into the inferno
My pen hammers the blank
The steel anvil rings out as
I strike the glowing red words
Forming lines with each stroke
Turning the twisting chaotic lines
Into meaningful stanzas
Intensely hammering the poetic flow
The metal cools as the fire reduces
Ink dries as the fire dies
Cooling breezes slow the synapses
With calming calculations
Now only the polishing remains
Categories:
anvil, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
what was hammered out
upon my stainless soul
had the smith a purpose
or was i forged without control,
the fires that i cool from
were hotter than just flame
for they burned in desire
so my temper might gain,
then to the pure accepting water
was i cast so long and deep
as if to cleanse the slag
that i carried from the heap,
so now i am his sculpture
what fate would i serve
if he thinks it's back to the fire
then he sure has plenty of nerve.....
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temper as in strength...
Categories:
anvil,
Form: Rhyme
Love strikes
Like a hammer
On a silver anvil
Your dark eyes
Deep jewels of delight
Inspiration to fashion
From a precious heart
Something magnificent
As one with you
Categories:
anvil, i love you, imagination,
Form: Free verse
all my life i seek a truth in you
the reply i get is an anvil to the skull
banished from view, i begin a journey for a definition of self
all the while i figured i could rid myself of all thoughts of you
yet and still the planted seeds continue to bloom in my mind
honestly, i guess the overall feel will never go away
one day i may even kiss the tip of your grave
misery can inspire through the unfortunate realms of woe
invisible wishes are like flashing cameras in constant continuum
the art of a schoolboy crush turned to murky tap water overnight
for the rest of my life i seek solace for the sake of my curiosity
if i ever see you again, i will pray for a kiss from an angel
newly rooted in renewal will be all trust and honesty in every drection
maybe then we can be each other's hero and heroine respectively....
Categories:
anvil, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Free verse
The anvil wallows on his heart
His dreams, trodden, alas depart
Pride triggers a cursory front
The fierce justification hunt
He steps to nowhere from the start
Categories:
anvil, loss, sad,
Form: Quintilla
When the anvil falls
The sky is broken
Go tell the Blacksmith
Categories:
anvil, imagination
Form: Haiku
There once was a blacksmith at Danville
Who made so much noise on his anvil
That the neighbors, one day,
Quietly hauled it away,
And bulldozed it into the landfill.
Categories:
anvil, children, funny, on work
Form: Limerick