Best Steel Poems
Cold Hard Steel
My mouth wide open, gasping for breath, splashing, gurgling
Hopelessly going nowhere, treading, losing the fight
I can’t hear the clanking or yelling anymore, today is the day I have succumbed to his cruelness, numb, no thoughts, no feelings just sinking, floating, slowly being dragged down below
His lack of love and affection has surrounded me like a cold hard steel chain bound around me.
The black oval links is evidence that evil is not part of the circle of life
I’m drowning. He’s not listening. Why won’t he help me? Doesn’t he care?
How did I let it go this far?
A light from above, an angel reaches out a hand, follow me
Bursting through the crashing waves I rise above the depth of darkness
To find that God will always love me
All my tears have faded. Joyful smiles every day.
He is still part of my life but the chain has been broken, I have been set free because God will always
love me.
Even on the days when he doesn’t show me love and kindness
I know I am not alone in this big old house. I kneel and take it to the throne.
And tell God about my day.
Inspirational song Chain Breaker by Zac Williams
Original poem 7/22/17
A heart outlined in steel.
Designed just so i'll never feel.
It's way too late to get off this ride.
There's no one in which I can confide.
Falling down.
The screams like thunder.
Into lost dreams and lies I plunder.
O Raintree of Steel
Your glass tower mirrors
Dry grass on bare hills
Do your roots reach into earth
To bring water for my thirst?
A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile
Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself
So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly
Her face is invaded by networked wrinkles
For she gave to the world all her valued best,
Her input to the current world has tired her
And she looks up to the grave for final rest.
She chose for herself a deprived lifestyle
So as to give to the young something good,
Cars and houses and clothes and fine jewelry –
All were junk if her children had decent food.
The jingling of up-to-the-minute gadgets
Does not amaze this brave and daring seed
That persisted through the lows of a mean life
To birth and nurture the wits that ages feed.
The ticking of time has forsaken her
And failing strength betrays her fast
Yet the world salutes her undying feats
As she unbowed breathes her last.
Beyond the glass
To the silvery foil—
All is not given back
In the way of light—
The mirror
Somewhat of a thief,
Coveting a bit of warmth
For itself--
The secret flaw
In reflected image…
I feel for focus,
Refracted to a searing point—
Not of vulcanized sand
But will,
Determined to cut into
And draw blood
From the often
Steel heart of time…
What wondrous things await
As long as we are still alive
Even a day dawning with gloom
Can yield a tremendous surprise
Like hearing from an old friend
When you thought you’d been forgotten
Can change the texture of your day
To the touch of soft spun cotton
I keep this notion forefront
Especially when I feel
I’m searching for a clearing
In a forest of steel
Steel upon endings
Taken by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all
Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there
Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain
Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly
Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late
Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart constant weeping
Until the day you are mine
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
Taken, by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all
Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there
Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain
Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly
Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late
Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart steady weeping
Until the day you are mine
Steady and stealth are
NASA’s sleek steel ships,
their bright brazen tail lights
trail baby blue skies
as they climb cliffs of rugged cloud banks
~*~
(STEEL) MAGNOLIA
Breathtaking,
Delicate beauty
Of Creamy Perfection
With Roots Running Deep
In Southern Soil,
A history almost
As old as time,
And endurance
As tough as
Steel;
She defies description
And explanation
But...
Beauty is its own excuse
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from My Magnolia Memories and Musings -In Poems
#southern #southernpoems #steelmagnolia
Pittsburgh Steelers had
Mean Joe Greene and Jack Lambert
in the Seventies
I am not strong, Nay, I am fragile
I am shining amongst the sunlight
And rolling in the strongest Gale
Don't wonder who I am, alas,
On the beach, I am standing as such
Facing the rises and sets of the sun
And going up and down with the tides
I am the sands, the broken stones
Which have once been the mountains, afar
Though smashed bit by bit, I am steel hard
Soft Chains – Cold Steel
cold steel and darkened hold
bound for destinys untold
asea in darkened misery
a towering flame – laid cold.
unbound in aftermath of strife
adrift in memories of life
fading in the pain of emptiness
the faces of a child, a wife.
dreams, forbidden wants and need
reduced to wooden ploughs and seed
subsistence farming sharing crops
hearts stolen by land owners greed.
time and generations still oppressed
rebellious music of the Afro tressed
fists to signify a races pride
marches to force the past redressed.
movement to the front from buses rear
courage to face oppressors fear
those who dared not lift their eyes
believing the dream one held so dear.
soft chains of manipulations dread
attempting to control a movements head
unable to comprehend the truth
that millions believed the words he said.
nurtured the seeds that he had sown
on freedom’s winds as they were blown
demanding that now must be the time
to face down the clubs and hatred thrown.
sadly the tone of skin and voice
still affect the definition of each choice
succumbing to the psyche of the bonds
re-emerging in an unforgiving noise.
2/24/2015
submitted to – Writings in a Black Perspective… - Poetry Contest
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