Best Anvil Poems

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...

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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....

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The sun was down when the batwings swung
An' Anvil Bob walked in.
Bob's name came from the blacksmith trade He's stronger than strong men

He was more than mad, he looked fierce,
There was blood in his eye.
"I'm lookin' for a tall stranger,
That came here some time by.

"Had...

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When the anvil falls
The sky is broken
Go tell the Blacksmith...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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
...

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