Best Tin Poems

On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.

Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity's wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.

Tin foil hearts' echo sad droning...

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When Dorothy and Tin Man were dating
She didn’t prepare for the mating
Til’ she heard a bang
And shouted out, “Dang,
Something inside there’s inflating”

Since Dorothy’s one chick he lusted
Poor Tin said he was disgusted
Coz there was no oil can
Nearby them at hand
To free up his zipper now...

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My work is identity
The axe in my hand
No blisters to bother me
As for years I just stand

The weeds and the flowers
Call me back down to earth
The brown rust confuses
Destroys my self-worth

The tears and the rain
Have frozen me here
It could be forever
At least that is my...

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The mighty 3rd to the north did steam,
Chasing a ghost not to be seen

Guard the landing your task assigned,
Quiet the day is to be benign

At dawn the Imperial fleet does appear,
Surprise complete, ranging fire splashes near

Outnumbered and out gunned, duty is clear,
Close the range you...

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Through Tin Hearts,
shallow pleadings
wander unwillingly with time,
in concert with
a melancholy spectre
of Love's past.
Surely, it must not
be too late
to borrow these moments
nor to clear
the hollowness
that echoes from
the smithery of despair.
Empty of it's consortion ,
Hope desires respite.
Loneliness,
on the other hand,
always has
an eager
companion.

07/15/2020...

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His workshop looked neat.
Unlike many others who prefer dusty feat
His tools are arranged in order.
Within a tool-line with a border
He took one at a time.
And placed back in a manner sublime.
Many novices around him he had
To learn from him, they were glad...
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He took apart
his soldier of tin
to see for himself
what lay within
expecting honour, strength
valour and pride
he eagerly toiled
to get inside
with soldier now 
cleaved in two
he saw what he thought 
could not be true
half of his warrior 
now cupped in each hand
he gazed at an emptiness 
he...

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    His tin cup held out

      the coins jingle in  

       ~ Yet again Faith wins
...

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In the land of tin men, a little tin soldier he was made
Now painted red and blue in a wooden box he was laid

Was then given to a child, he was happy as could be
Thinking of all the other toys that he would get to...

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One Lone Tin Soldier

From a darkened deathly dungeon room to a lighter part of day
Thirstily and hungrily all seemed to reach their long endless crusade,
And thus meandered with his child-master and ventured away
Still so full of honor and bound behind he had firmly stayed.

For he...

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I am a tin man;
corrosion ravaged, tin man.
Staring placidly o’er countless hills
marred by desolation rills; 
unfeeling, here I fade.

Black oil hemorrhages
and I fade.

Tic-tock heart song
Tic…tic…tic...
tock.

Set aside the oil can,
oil cannot save a man
so consumed by jealousy.
What yet is there left of me?
On my lips a...

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Of all the minin' camps in old Colorady, the town of Tin Cup was truly,
With all its gamblin' halls, brothels and sleazy saloons the most unruly!
'Tis said that Jim Taylor dipped his tin cup in the 'crick' to take a sip,
And found gold in the...

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My Gramma as I called her, probably seemed no different than most,
But to me she was the very best, sorry - I really have to boast.
She had grey hair, was fairly stout and always wore a dress,
A waft of lavender to this day, makes me...

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A long, long time ago, there lived a family of tin-beings,
in an underground basement in a garage. Oil and grease
were their favorite delicacy. Mechanics always wondered
where their oil and grease vanished to.

One night, one of the tin-kids crept upstairs;
it was forbidden in the tin-law to...

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Three day's journey from Coachella to Paradise,
felt like adding beauty to my day, and you did.
Pretty painted toes peek from muslin wool socks,
all your nametag revealed: Hello, my name is...

Once looked at me wondering am I the one.
Let me spare you some disappointment, I'm a...

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