Best Factory Poems

Welcome, 
to the Soul Factory
We have cool souls,
sophisticated souls,
luxury and economy.
Choice is a matter,
of who you want to be.

Yes we ship souls,
to many exotic places.
The beauty of some souls
shine through on faces.
But that isn’t true 
in a few cases
Still our souls fit,
into big and small...

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A divine blacksmith didn't forge winged hearts of gold,
to soothe the burn of others.
Nor mold my body into a scratching post chant.
Where others can shed their dying dream ghosts.
  I was conceived from the sable fingertips of Dali.
  flint hearted with a sheen...

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Factory Recall

I looked beyond The Open Door 
into a mystical Soul Factory
There amidst  the unboxed souls
was Invisible Jim and The Ghost.
The ghost’s skin was reflective like a mirror 
allowing me to see The Lines on my Face.

The factory was an unusual place
with floors carpeted...

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In the land of make-believe 
stands the Happiness Factory

It is a building filled with goodness
And people ending wars

There is no crying or sad faces 
just laughs and appreciation of
the goodness in life 

All religions are respected here
as if they are bound together 
by the strong...

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A BOX FACTORY

During the time of enslavement,
Many stories were told.
Life as a Mississippian was not uncovered.
In Black History, no one knows the tale
Of Wolfe’s Plantation there in the hills.
Life is a plentiful.
They farm cotton and planted corn.
They raise pigs, chickens, and hogs.
They fish as a...

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Life isn't a wish-granting factory.
It's the sweet cover of open lip's mockery.
It's a house for all to live in - 
the liars, the murderers and the rest of the sins.

Life steals your childhood dreams,
puts it in a jar and makes it seem
as if it just...

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once again, it is done.
and Dread abounds.
i must re-prepare, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar Words
to make a Home again
for a little while.

and say goodbye 
to just-rooted friendships.
i must re-acquaint, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar People
to make a Home again
for a little while.

always they smile in...

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There are those bleak days
Of cold wintery winds
When the mind is frozen
The ink flows not

The factory of poetry is on strike
Better pay demanded
Better conditions
Longer happy hours

There are also those days
When the mind can not stop
Ideas flow faster than the pen
Do you not love those glorious...

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I got told a joke this morning 
It really made me smile
So I thought I would share it on poetry soup
But in my own unique poetry style

A lady went to the dentist
She sat in the dentist’s chair
She was feeling really nervous
She wished she wasn’t there

The...

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My child has no toys
They were all made in China
And broke in one day
My child is in therapy
All his life
And has been divorced twice...

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Our Smoldering Factory Town
free trade, a brick around
It’s gurgling, swollen neck. Surrounding
gray quiet smolder, evokes, 
Once thriving factory smoke
A Crumbling horoscope
once paid it's worker's, soaked
in quiet desperation.
We are it's rusty antiques
sinking ships on outsourced seas
a swollen, bailout casualty
a fallow field, a dustbowl breeze
While children sew...

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This quaint haven away from Seeing Eye
         No sound of the loom now at nature’s call
         Here on this coarse park bench in deepest fall
    ...

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Different firm within the factory
The location the belly
Cowpea the raw material be
Having brought into the factory
But afore processed to be boiled
The tongue a transporter
From the gate of the mouth
Passing through the oesophagus track-way
Enzymes within functioning as workers
And the finished product derived
Distributed by the anus
The fart...

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I've pushed and shoved my way 
to the front of the field trip line
for I desperately desire to go 
to the Fancy Foot Factory!

I have dreamed about this day for
like forever, so desirous am I to
trade in these freakishly funny looking feet
for smooth, svelte, sophisticated
small...

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Working for years, in TIME FACTORY ,
I follow every order of my boss THE CLOCK,
I wander in space from dark to shine,
Knocking every door, every district and every block.

Many people just avoid the knock,
Some who open the door, shut it back for once and for...

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