Best Hammer Poems

“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.”

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There is a hammer on my keyboard
Taking me hostage
Reminding me of something I wanted to do
Yesterday but did not get around to it

I stare at it, and glare at it,
Angry beyond belief.
That I kept saying I wanted to
hang those sixty-five canvases,
and yet, there they are,...

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Hammer hits the jewelry counter.
                                      encounter with a...

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Your mother always yelled at your father to fix the nail protruding from the kitchen floor.
“It’s going to hurt someone someday,” she would bicker,
but your father hid his face behind his newspaper as she spoke. 

The nail remained sticking up from the ground,
but you taught...

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Christianity: “hitting yourself over the head with a hammer so that when you stop it feels so good.”

Judaism: “hitting yourself over the head with a hammer because you are a chosen one.”

Muslim: “It feels good hitting other people over the head with a hammer.”

Hinduism: “Watching...

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You always laughed at me In that funny way of yours
Standing at the door ~ looking out to see 
Wondering where you are, and will you follow me 
With hammer in hand ~ Into nature decked with 
silver and gold 

Do you possess a loving...

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With my hammer
Held in my hand
I can destroy a building
Or make it stand!

This amazing tool
Has much use
It can pound something in
Or pry something loose.

I can use it
As a crutch
Or to break ice
For tea at lunch!

I can grip it tightly
To strengthen my wrist
It can be a...

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In the Orient it's called Karma,an inescapable butcher of beasts continuously chopping,slicing & trimming the meat of our mentalities,precisely weighed,
 
Occidentally the official judge of justice is commonly greeted as God,punisher of aggravated appetites,gatekeeper to the blissful & blightful kingdoms,

perhaps there are astral accountants tabulating...

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Once there was a man called Hammer, the Don
the power of legislation to execute judgement he owns
his fort is full of "inhibitions" = "grudge"
his policy "no flattery only boasting" judge!
bloody this hammer should come to light.Done!...

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I've got a hammer.
It's God's Word in my hand.
He will break every rock,
in my way where I stand.

Problems, like boulders, 
will feel like crushed sand,
when we stand on God's Word,
and reach for His hand. 

Yes! I've got a hammer,
and you've got one , too.
It's the...

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I did not write for many years;
Nay! I ne'er penned a verse!
I was too consumed by fears:
The kind that cripple first...
Ev'ry thought was coarse- was terse!
A concrete Heart about to burst!-
Devoured by Dragons when I fell off the wagon-
Please, stop reading, and call me a...

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I see my hands swing in front of me, striking, penetrating, shattering the object of my blow.
The sheen on the forged metal head glitters the suns bead as it slams the course fortress layered below.
Strike after strike,
the sledge forces its way into the spaces that...

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(William Hammer, Thomas Alva Edison's assistant,
has reached the end of his tolerance.  His boss is
planning to electrocute an elephant for a publicity
stunt.)

If he goes through with this, the dam has burst.
I'm done with him. Of all the tricks he's pulled,
this is the lowest, cheapest,...

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Who can hear, the mornings call?
The dead dove's body, as it des fall.
Who can see through, the dead man's eyes?
As the burning sun, falls from the skies.

What once was new, has now become old,
What once was alive, has now become cold,
What you believed, was worth...

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Its handle, darkened with age,
had split from bottom end up.
It’s necessary to hold it together, 
with a tight grip, 
while striking the nail.

“I bought this in Montana,” he said, 
holding up the hammer he was using 
to repair my wisteria trellis.

“Whoa,” I said.
 “Can you...

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