Best Coal Poems

The mining villages of Wales
are steeped in history and tales
of sons and fathers, duty-bound
who earned a pittance underground.

For generations miners toiled
with picks and shovels, faces soiled.
Their throats parched dry and fingers raw,
black gold the aim, etched scars the score.

And mountains whisper tales of men
who failed...

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Soulful sista
Strolling in her full spirited stride
Just couldn't hide
From my heart's searching eye's
that I swore I
wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more
Until that particular half second
I wanted...

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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's sure a tight squeeze.
I was able to go down the chimney with ease
and miss the bed of coals.
Mrs. Santa is right; I have to start the New Year with new goals.

Everyone must have just gone to bed because the cocoa is...

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XCIII

A wretched bond which all my life had borne
My sin I love and own, alas owns me
Deceitful heart that love these chains and thorns
Unsacred ties that binds, how may I flee?

Then suddenly at dawn my dungeon breaks
Fresh wounds I see on pierced hands stretched down
From...

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He stood there in the late afternoon rain
Holding his tin and thermus
In coal blackened hands
Hatless as the water ran through his hair
Streaking white tracks down his face
To zebra his cheeks  and whiten the nape of his neck
The wet black hair  clung flattened to...

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Twenty-two miles to the Roslyn mine.
Two blocks beyond, ten headstones you'll find.
All dated the same the registry claims,
though the wind, the ice and acidified rain 
have disfigured and stolen the names of those souls.
My tears they might wash and reveal some of those
but are wasted....

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Even the pang that duskfall leaves me
is a slow fire in itself
that burns like oil on my pores
till the falling of another night,
when once again aloneness steals the luster
in the sky to burn within my heart
like a treacherous destiny, 
burying me from adventurous trails.

I should...

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Caged in shadows
the canary breathes
amidst the clutter and din
of coal miners
who toil to extract
livelihoods
from veins underground
fortunes told
with its demise
too late for those who seek
fresh air and light
as families above ground
gather and wait
under a pale sun
for news
they feel in their veins
will come....

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They were working in a coal mine
six miles below the ground
We hit a pocket someone yelled
then the walls came tumbling down

They could not see through all that dust
as they scrambled to get out
The shaft was sealed with tons of rock
"we're trapped" came someones shout

Within three...

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Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and...

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A coal that is now burning bright
Now lights the path that I shall go
It shows me all the foes I'll fight
So I can learn and wisely grow

This coal that touched Isaiah lips
A coal that is now burning bright
Has touched my soul like heavens kiss
It's brought...

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COAL-FILLED BOOTS OF SANTA CLAUS


Old Santa rose from in his bed, a deeply winter snooze
His bare feet touched the freezing floor, he called out for his shoes
An elf, her name was Kimberly came running to his side
“Yes sir” she answered with a laugh, one that...

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day after day
he came here
his mournful tale to tell
upon an old torn suit

he was in the world
unlucky was the lot
so said he
old coal mourner

digging out
was his revered job
upon the treasury land
from dawn to dusk

digging for nice one
the revered old lord
so said father
upon enugu coal city

now...

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A little black coal sitting upon God’s office desk
basking under the Light of God
writing down my thoughts and dreams
wishing to be more than what I am

God’s ink is black as obsidian
His pen of an arch angel’s feather
and as God goes about his work
I pray to...

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when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that 
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires 
relied on mines
through arteries 
of railway lines.

now looking back 
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists 
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks 
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past 
a signal box.

the building formed 
a...

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