Best Blacksmith Poems

To make
They break...

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A smile faint, but none the less
It's there within his eyes,
As the fire and the coals begin to burn.
Now, his hand is on the hammer
And the smoke begins to rise;
Along with lasting memories that blacksmith's earn.

Ten generations brought to him,
Much more than just the tools,
As he worked beside his father and the flame.
Learning very quickly,
It...

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The blacksmith while he was hammering
did hit his thumb, oh boy how it stung
dipped it in water
got bit by an adder
boy, he swore and swore at the aching...

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The blacksmith a gunsmith he says he is, therewith aligned with Lilith 
Giving birth to death and pestilence, his allegiance is to his conscience, which is 
Greed. 
See how he and the rhythm of his essence is corrupt,
So allow me to interrupt his rhythm for I am, the brain of the wordsmiths stem
Verbally I strike...

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The Medieval vampire Blacksmith worked into the night
     Printing counterfeit money.
     Blacksmith, only one with metal safe
     To hold in storage town people's gold.

     The people gave him their gold
     Blacksmith gave paper promise
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The Potter and the Blacksmith..

I can hear the distant muted sounds,
Sounds that are clouded in mystery and memory,
Hammer steel, scree,
Clank,
Clank,
Clank, metal on metal
Brazen and hard the un-pliable steel,
Forged by sweat and blood,
I can feel it, feel it in my bones,
Turning, banging, pulling, forming
The Master bending and clanging upon His proud work-in-progress,
For some are like the...

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Coal-smoke on summer air –
the leather apron’d smith,
a donkey to be shod –
what tribal memory burned,

forged into DNA?
Forged into DNA

by forebears of hammer
and tongs – there’s nothing like
metal against metal
to give meter to song....

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One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.

As like...

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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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