Fuel Poems - Poems about Fuel

She took a stroll one moonlit night in search of lumps of anthracite. She knew that coal could soothe her soul: one moonlit night, she took a stroll. Insomniac, anaplasty coal soothed her soul: but she knew she would need, to get her nostrils back, anaplasty. Insomniac, obsessed with smoking magic weed, to get her nostrils back, she’d need a plastic surgeon – but the...

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Sycophants, thy future. On what does it depend? Gold upon the ground, be pure! River, yield thy bend! Tormented, ye prophets? Pleiades, rescue me! Toolshed, art thou Tophet's? Fly, O fancy-free... Gain upon in rhythm? By what right, friend and foe? Onward, black abysm! Dark backward, well ... Although ... Reign of conquerors endless! On this doth all things hinge! Forward, O ye stark friendless! Heart within all, twinge! White sand,...

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Hope's restoration, is the fuel of faith's flow; the pump of god's love:-...

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Just turned 22 Six years flinching at you Six years of you leaving me blue Our love is an engine And it runs on nightmare fuel...

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I fell through a hole amidst of a serious political moment And choked on my anger I kept falling and falling, The world now looks like a burning hell And I'm a living fuel, Blazing and falling all the way to down there Where my metamorphosis will be completed....

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We all stumble into sticky situations Scratching our heads for explanations Wishing things just simply went our way So we can easily breeze through our days What if we put the striving on the shelf Replacing it with a sturdier sense of self Rooted in reality that we will face setbacks But they don’t need to throw us off track Reminded...

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The windows are closing in, and gaps are getting thin, mankind has paid the sacrifice for useless pollution on the surface of the earth and their lungs are filled with dirt. I look above the benevolent sky and search for the big lie, Fossil Fuels supply eighty four percent of the world’s energy and...

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How strident are their screams, 'Ceasefire!' ~...

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Humour and laughter are essential to me Not a want but a need Both warm my being Fuel for my soul guaranteed Humour and laughter Both the beat of my heart Raise my spirit high Anxieties and woes readily depart...

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If you drink old Han's elixir You won't live much longer. Only get sicker and sicker. Punch your ticket, a goner. More potent than still liquor and something a bit stronger. Ancient Aliens have a new witness. Claims its space fuel, for a Saucer....

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To those naysayers telling you "You're bound to fail," Respond with "Watch me!" Use their words of doom As fuel for inspiration To aim higher for the stars. Each time they employ tactics To dismantle your Painstakingly constructed dreams. Each time they sound The death knell against you, Simply keep on walking toward The practical goals you've set for yourself, Step by step Keep laying the foundation of...

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On this wait not for Prophet Joel Nor for Augury rated Jewel: Offensive language Sufficient Fuel For what ignites Murderous Duel… One I’d watched sparked off by Noel To his shame like unpleasant gruel; Keep words picturing like served gruel For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel: “I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel” “As much I you:...

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Aloft in once pure blue, form strings of yellow hue - pollutant see-o-two. Man's abuse going on. Dumping fossil carbon. More filthy pollution. Six miles up it is seen. The sky a crisscross scene from tax free kerosene....

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I have been technically dead and technically alive. Escape clause, minor glitch in my truth-machine, but a kind of life does occasionally permeate my real life. I like the click and clunk of a well-made flint ignition petroleum lighter. ‘Zippo’ light warms hands in a cold woods. Sometimes I am the flint sometimes the light - we all are I guess. Before I was...

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A real dumbfounding beauty But there her fault lies: The Fuel igniting The Haughty. Once ready her victim cries; The Sour she takes for The Fruity, However careful Correction tries And prolonged praises for The Naughty, Even as irrecoverable time flies! A hell of A Staggering Beauty But her enemies are more than forty, All praying that earthly beauty die With answer for those who ask...

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