Black Lung Poems - Poems about Black Lung

... Nimble fingers playing along This black lung rending mining song It touches your soul and lingers Playing along nimble fingers Heartache breaking common miner Could ne'er be sung......Read the rest...

...12/23/21 Accidents and intentions coincide Meaning it was or wasn't of one's own design Caused a mark Girl you left me in the dark You were in mine, but I guess I wasn't in your heart So wh......Read the rest...

... Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis Background of the word: This 45-letter word was coined in 1935, by the president of the National Puzzlers' League of the United States, Everett......Read the rest...

...They’re trying to tell you That your superstitions and machinations Are an exhausting game of whack-a-mole They’re trying to tell you You’ve assumed a version of them That society told you exi......Read the rest...

...I Pray I harvest black gold And buried sunshine In an underground tunnel With hammers , picks and shovels I ride a rail cart to get around I wear a hard , black hat And carry a flashlight ......Read the rest...

...To All Mothers Everywhere To all mothers everywhere Why do you part your legs toward the 21st Centaury Didn’t you know That the future is our final station Where the monkey sits and waits To......Read the rest...

...The mining villages of Wales are steeped in history and tales of sons and fathers, duty-bound who earned a pittance underground. For generations miners toiled with picks and shovels, faces soi......Read the rest...

...Spring hasn't sprung: No bees have stung; No painter's fallen off a ladder's rung. No miner's contracted black lung. Spring hasn't sprung: No batter has swung At a strike three pitch that no hu......Read the rest...

...Pretenders in the mouth like lemons. Hamartia. Is wishing Denying? Do I Deny You? A dirge by the pier is the darkness I hear when You are not here, when I tell myself I will al......Read the rest...

...Once, I was trapped behind a dump truck. It moved like a slug with black lung. Belched an awful noise. Tossing gravel like a widower tosses tears... Every time a piece struck my grill. I'd winc......Read the rest...

...All of the Gnomes from around the globe Just sneezed their very last sneeze They've had enough of this allergy stuff And from the garden they're taking their leave They packed up their bags, do......Read the rest...

...my soul is the shape of a bloodstain poured there by Nadine Maraschino my right eye sits in the ruby voodoo goblet that she wears upon her head Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy from the cau......Read the rest...

...A young Shepardflees fascist Italy, in a boat crossing a tereachorous sea. His rudimentary education, ending sheep in Abruzzi, Italy. His venture, to seek a life of freedom, on the cold gold gro......Read the rest...

...Little to show for a hard days work Maybe black lung, inhaling all that dust Flip a coin, go right home or stop for a beer Heads came up, In God We Trust. Kids playing baseball in the street N......Read the rest...

...Distain, dripping now, from lying forked tongue Transcending eyes upon shattered back door Your poisonous breath has filled your black lung My skin, silky beneath rough hands, has tore I beg, f......Read the rest...