Coal Mine Poems - Poems about Coal Mine

From The Coal Mine … Liars … early prophets of impending doom (The New Room: February, 2024) The Moment Shared We often forget wrapped up in our own drama — that everyone feels the same (Dreamsleep: February, 2024) Circle Game The purpose of war is peace The guarantor of peace — is war (Dreamsleep: February, 2024) Crucibles Moss hides the message Whose altar ascends In joy’s adulation The pilgrimage — ends (1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024) I Bequeath...

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She wandered like a gypsy to Wyoming, Where she settled in and sojourned for a spell. She found herself a billet at the Hog Ranch, And son, there weren’t no high-tone clientele. It was just a soiled dove’s privy crib Where Martha Jane set up her chicken coop. She was a cowhand’s heartthrob, All buckskin and sutler whiskey. She could drive a team...

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Twenty-two miles to the Roslyn mine. Two blocks beyond, ten headstones you'll find. All dated the same the registry claims, though the wind, the ice and acidified rain have disfigured and stolen the names of those souls. My tears they might wash and reveal some of those but are wasted. They run down my nose. The #4 Mine blew out in...

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C-anary in a coal mine H-as kept you from peril; R-emain fully vigilant I-n the coming coldest chill. S-ee the canary in a coal mine, T-o be safe from any harm; I-f you are always aware, N-o way will wound touch your arm. E-arly warning of danger, J-eopardy's display of caution; O-n the thirtieth of...

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Caged in shadows the canary breathes amidst the clutter and din of coal miners who toil to extract livelihoods from veins underground fortunes told with its demise too late for those who seek fresh air and light as families above ground gather and wait under a pale sun for news they feel in their veins will come....

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They were working in a coal mine six miles below the ground We hit a pocket someone yelled then the walls came tumbling down They could not see through all that dust as they scrambled to get out The shaft was sealed with tons of rock "we're trapped" came someones shout Within three hours the dust was gone thank god no one was hurt They...

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Into the bowels of the earth we descend Down into the pit of hell Crawling on hands and knees to mine This precious fuel they call coal Now Petey and I we are almost men He is ten and I'm eleven Been working here, down this mine These last two years and month now Mum is counting on us as men Since Dad died...

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