Factory Poems - Poems about Factory

They don’t make car parts at night. The factory is open tomorrow. I’m taking a walk. Out of the house when it’s night. I might eat breakfast. Something rotting. When it’s all over. I’m not in my house now. I learned to make car parts some years ago. I’d rather be… A car tire. Squealing around, easily, treads last...

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poet at the factory It had been a long day at the factory but when there was a break, he jotted down a few words and during the day, it became a poem- he always had a pen and block ready, words were so flighty he may forget what he wanted to write if he waited too long. Coming home and...

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O my dear Charlie, How could you just forget, Our love for chocolate, Which was given to you as a factory. You loved it and had magic, To make the owner get elevated from tragic, He was impressed and gave it to you, And you took it as a gift from him too. You are the boy of words, And who flies higher than...

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It has stood abandoned for years, the toxic soil too costly for developers to clean up. It's vast, dark, gutted interior echoes an absence. And yet a tuft of grass has pushed up through the oil soaked concrete floor beneath a shaft of sunlight falling from a hole in the ceiling. It grows on this narrow stage, a thin beam of light enough to sustain...

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In the land of make-believe stands the Happiness Factory It is a building filled with goodness And people ending wars There is no crying or sad faces just laughs and appreciation of the goodness in life All religions are respected here as if they are bound together by the strong energies of the universe Not a day goes by where people...

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In this town or nation of ours I felt that one house is a palace at least globalization raises such fact that sometimes tis nationalism and patriotism?. I did not mean the other houses felt most or water that is why blue...

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As a child I was warned that if I looked at the light for too long it would send me blind and yet the stuttering flash and eerie blue light from an arc welder that crackled deep inside the factory would tempt me to steal a glance into its bright, menacing core. Mystery and danger lurked in the cavernous dark that waited beyond the door. The...

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Gathered around in a cool hue, Moments and energy are manifested, the cool and median truth The dense obstacles within the mass, play instrument to this device A binding formula hidden, as clarity shares no answer. We serve so we can serve again, our moments for resurrection....

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My Mate Pete, he loved to have a drink and this led him to cause the world's biggest stink. He used to work in a factory that made joke shop supplies things like whoopee cushions, doggie poos and also googly eyes. On the day in question, he was on the morning shift but the night before, he'd drank a bottle...

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I am a painting factory cranking out eight to ten canvases a week it is my gemini mentality it is my high mccormick energy I am a poetry factory slapping out seventy poems a week it is my iowa roots it is what I know how to do I am a cartoon factory scribbling down eight cartoons a day it is my cross to bear I...

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She kisses away the weariness, Burdens – inklings of the mystery Birthed by her dream, hope Remembered in the evening when The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing Gentle as the soft, dark eyes – bleeding Tenderness The new calf stands, wobbly Trembling – taking each tiny step With quivering legs, long and sturdy, Urging him to begin to live, to risk Falling She licks him over...

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Two things at once can both be true A trial you passed, a verdict past due No longer in thrall, A demon recalled Will cease to have power over you ————— H/T to Robert Gorelick’s The Recall Demon...

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Ever since the “Bright morning star” dared with his creator to spar craving the seat on mount’s north side his mind molded the idol, pride. The seed of pride, a torrent spawned in creatures formed at earth’s first dawn. Desiring to be like God, they fell from grace and became flawed. Mankind’s mind like a workshop weaves, the idols to which his soul cleaves. He...

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At the MC1R Mutation Station Like everywhere else, we’re fighting inflation This economy sure does take it’s tolls A few cutbacks, but within regulation Just to meet our minimum sales goals We started shipping product without any souls They may also come with a few freckles less Not many noticed, according to our polls We tried to ship faster to boost...

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Fac Create It all goes on in the factory You name it they do it A right old place of events From art shows of cool paintings To strip shows of hot ladies Via a secret room for ing Along with a Russian spy hiding The flower seller downstairs Equalled by the roof top ballet The tattooist of the middle floor Plus a Satanist who...

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