Best Iron Horse Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Along the mountain pine valley did the Iron Horse roar,
A steam belching black demon, burning red hot coals
Within it's steel belly.
Speed's hell bound creation, driven...

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When I sit my horse on hilltops, I find,
I cannot see the buffalo no more.
As whites have come and made the plains unkind.
Soiled all wondrous...

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He was born too late to be, 
What he knows he is in his soul, 
And though he’s quite accomplished, 
Sometimes he doesn’t feel quite...

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Death's Messengers
by Rick Rucker


Death's messengers came for me today,
I eluded them, though, I crawled away.

Seeing just the smallest chance,
I sneaked into an ambulance.

I thought that...

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American Osmosis

Jamestown was the source of this
Movement that swept across the continent
At first the ships were left behind
And people used what they could find
A mule,...

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Hear the lonesome whistle blow, it echoes across the vast
Continental divide, connecting the Pacific and Atlantic
Coastal shores, by the steel rails iron horse.
It raged in...

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Back in the days, when men bold,
spun golden legends;
of exploits in the wild west;
of punch-in and herd-in cows
and saloon brawls where they’d shoot
and scores of...

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The trains of old, were dubbed the “iron horse”; 
newer trains were known as, “bullets”, of course.
Flying past with the speed of light;
they cross the...

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Clouds were rolling 
along against a stark sky, the day 
the day the old Iron Horse 
came through the mile-long tunnel.
It chugged on down
into town...

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Wovoka in the Feverland

In the Dying-Grass Moon came another winter to claim the old and sick.
This was when the first messengers came
To the desolation known...

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Slow Dancing the Past
            by Odin Roark

Shadows of yesterday frozen
Even as high noon’s blazing...

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“The day is long the day is hot 
Heat radiates the air will this ever stop
Sweat blurs my vision my mouth is dry 
I look...

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Don't fall off of that iron horse!

They'll devour their king.

What song will you sing when the pendulum swings?

Every tyrant should fear the pendulum's swing.

It'll rain...

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Two majestic lords of the African Savannah, 
Strike without cautions warning, or roar's announcement.
Nomads, prides outcasts, existing on the fringes edge of
Survival.
Instinct's primal predators, golden...

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