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Hammering hearts

Hammering heart
Where to start
Foggy brain
Feeling insane
Stammering words
No vocal cords
Trembling hands
Wish i had friends
Clammy feet
Trying to find a seat
Blushing face
This is no race
Survival at most
Not here to boast
With my eyes lifted above
I am saved by love

Categories: hammering, anxiety, depression,
Form: Sonnet

No Hammering

there's no hammering
      no woodpeckers in the woods
                    silent tears cry

Heidi Sands

6/4/23

Categories: hammering, bird, loss, sad,
Form: Haiku

Hammering It Home

A man of 82 attacked,
A hammer to his head,
Is lucky, thanks to 911,
He didn’t end up dead.

Misinformation made the rounds,
A pack of nasty lies
Regarding Paul Pelosi,
But that’s sadly no surprise

For there are no boundaries anymore.
Whatever rage is felt 
Will circulate, despite the fact
It hits below the belt.

So jokes and rumors sprout and spread
While in intensive

Categories: hammering, america,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Kettlers Sell

KETTLERS RESPONSE
KELP... WE WANT TO BRING IN TO THE INTERVIEW AREA
THE ONE AND ONLY: THE WORLD FAMOUS
" THE KETTLER" PIPPA GRATERY.. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
GIVE HIM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE.
( PAUSING TO LET THE CROWD RESPOND)

KELP... THEY LOVE YOU KETTLER
THEY KNOW THAT THE BIGSKY, IS OUT TO GET YOU
THEY KNOW THAT NEXT TIME YOU AND THE

Categories: hammering, music, sports,
Form: Ballad

The Hammering Man

I am proud to report I am a fan
Of Seattle's ten-ton "Hammering Man".
He stands by Seattle's Art Museum,
Where any and all can easily see him.
He pounds without stopping fifteen hours a day,
From morning to night in rhythmic way.
We thought him too big to come to harm,
But he pounded so hard, he lost his arm.
City workers

Categories: hammering, art
Form: Ekphrasis

Hammering

Fruitful and forbidden
Graceful and grotesque
I was born to contradict
I was created to lie
amongst my death 
I shall receive
the advantage of absence

I grow tired and weary 
of the thoughts resting in you
that pay no matter to the silent alarms
burning past your buglary

Ashes hammer at my door
wanting the entrance
to gain property to my mind
I resist, but relinquish

Categories: hammering, art, teen, time,
Form: Free verse