Best Smithy Poems

The “Smithy”
Written: By Tom Wright
4/28/04


The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air,
and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe.
At the forge’s cinders in thought I stare,
and listen to the wheezing bellows spew.

The portrait of a bygone period in time,
when the aproned “Smithy” was still king.
Massive...

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The smithy’s feelings ran amuck
His work began to show it
He did the best he could
To realize the storm

He’d bash each piece one extra time
And revel in the steam
His hammer swift as lightning
Like falling in a dream

He stoked the fire twice as fast
And jabbed at all...

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The Lady Smithy
By: Miracle Man
6/4’2023

The words she used were sharp and pithy,
she had huge arms, her being a smithy.
She didn’t stammer, 
and she had glamour,
She eloped with a man surnamed Withy.
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Love forged in the anvil of a sheltered heart 
Where the wind gusts to cast its vivid blow 
The baneful storm could not cause its verve to part 
For the ember warms to rouse its even flow 
Heart that's pounded with the hammer of affection...

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