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Hammering Poems - Poems about Hammering


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 ...

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Categories: hammering, anxiety, depression,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member No Hammering
there's no hammering no woodpeckers in the woods silent tears cry Heidi Sands 6/4/23...

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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...

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Categories: hammering, america,
Form: Rhyme
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...

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Categories: hammering, music, sports,
Form: Ballad
Premium Member 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...

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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...

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

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