Best Steam Poems

We are all gathered on the platform
Jumping up and down with glee
We can see the smoke of the puffing train
Coming nearer to take us to the sea

We are off on a Whitsun treat
Forty children or more
Many adults to look after us
Experience told them what was...

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And in my dream-
          I am on a train curving through the wilderness,
steam billows into the sky from the black engine,
     and the train is rocking back and forth . . .
...

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A look at the world through children's eyes
Opens a bright new scene
Some things that reach a boiling point
Turn out to be nothing but steam!

Kids have a way of looking at things
We can learn from these little guys
Don't ever take life too seriously, friends
You won't get...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm old enough to go by myself, I'm in awe
dressed in...

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Steam powered steel wheels,
pushing pistons in cycles
of captured time....

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she set a polish to the brass pipes
with a careful hand she worried them
hours like a silent moving contemplation
she worked her way from one end of
the massive machine to the other
knowing every rivet
every dent and scratch
the hot steam leaving a sheen of sweat on her
the...

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                 Burrrrrr
          That Spring that
     backs press hard about
       ...

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I was riding the railway tracks of my fissures
Deep into my darkest inner thoughts
Lost and dying in the snowfall of my winter
And back again
From a mental anguish like a splinter
Never slowing down to quench my thirst
From a desire to be first

And so you appeared... Mr....

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Blowing Off Steam
                     by Odin Roark

Being a little mad is essential,
Otherwise, existing might necessitate a strait jacket.

He wasn’t alone.

Sidewalks were strewn with them,
Whether under-the-bridge encampments,
Or...

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There they rested on rusting rails so regal yet so stark.
An old steam engine and its caboose now sit silent in the park.
Since I was on a casual stroll and had some time to squander,
I sat upon a beckoning bench, its yesteryears to ponder.

In my...

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Unlikely the explorers of the Wild West,
I'm bound for sheer adventure, not amazing discovery;
finding gold is far from any quest 
while this clanking, slow-moving stream locomotive
will take me to places so primitive... 
even a small ghost town has tales that conjure mystery!  


Whistle along...

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I wrote in honor of my friend and 
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"

STEAMED CLEANED   by JTCurtis


Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key

Soon,  there sat all...

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I feel so grand this special day in June
while waiting at the station for my ride
aboard the new steam engine coming soon
to take me to a place where I can hide

from city noise and busy city streets;
from smog-filled air and houses crowded so,
to countrysides with...

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It's imperative to alter the narrative,
so get out a round of ream.
There's a knot in the plot,
a lost theme with out a seam..
You pause and you pivot.
The script leaves you livid,
falling short of your dream.
Stopped, stalled between acts,
little time to retrack,
as your pen is running...

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if the pathways and parklands
of my childhood could talk
they would speak of time crawling
before it could walk.

and when clouds hung like mobiles
on strings from the sky
I would run with my arms out
pretending to fly.

I would 'land' near the steep bank
that looked down on the track
to...

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