Industrial Poems - Poems about Industrial

Cracked dusky humid industrial decay Perched crows survive death of abandoned Chevrolet A testament of humanity’s constant change...

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Santa stood in the warehouse Full of nearly empty shelves Last night they’d been ram raided By a bunch of discontented elves Recently infiltrated and recruited Into an association of packing staff Whose ideas and demands and wants Caused Santa to cynically laugh. He could have held out for longer That much was very clear But the clever blighters Had subverted his reindeer To make matters...

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Into the sunset we’ll ride And we’ll see how much you’ve grown By the last words you choose to leave behind We can pretend that heaven denied you because you found your own path We can pretend that we all don’t know what’s really going on there A novel of lies, Read it and weep Read...

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Only girl in class dresser and cabinet built keepsakes from my school days...

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At the Depot As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn to waiting homes no mails are borne from the depot. Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news but his screwed up tabloid gives him the blues saying 'To compromise both sides refuse,' at the depot. Hark! Foxes, stray cats, rats, critters all. though humans languish, have a ball in the depot. On...

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Thick smoke sick rising into the stormy iron-gray sky industrial gears and pistons grinding eternity… Lightning lances arcane weathervanes over a filthy antiquated metropolis! Wondering! a wandering of souls at midnight hearts rising to a dirty sky a tower of Crimson, high... With dark and narrow windows, fly! Built to last on desires of a Beauty build to last, shadowing. Divinity is a place...

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Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business...

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During the United States’ industrial revolution, Eli Whitney invented interchangeable parts; Identical components that could be substituted one for another. This creation was made for machine— weapons cars and other mechanical mysteries. This isn't the case today. Hips are interchangeable. Legs are interchangeable. Hands and fingers are interchangeable. Hearts are interchangeable. Now, not only with man, but also with machine. I can’t imagine it will...

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trees in industrial park equals industrial park Beauty of Nature can't hide machinery of dead souls...

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If I had a factory I would actually produce nothing at all because Satisfaction can never be mass produced let alone happiness Workers would not manufacture for their hands should be free To craft rather than assemble in strict prearranged conditions They would not sit idle of course but follow their creative minds Overcome the vile dictate of fabricated needs...

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Once, the sounds of industry, giant leather belts squealing,  gears grinding, endless pounding,  steam billowing, strong aromas emanated from factories holding the dangerous machine beasts, tended by, tired,malnourished, men, women and children shackled to their charges by chains of poverty...

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An Occurrence in New York at 4.45 pm on March 25th, 1911 True faith, liberty, the flag, our holy soil! Is it the cause that grants the martyr’s crown? Should martyrs owe this crown to tyrants or some evil foe? Are banality, indifference and callousness less cruel? Anno Domini nineteen eleven was the year, (on Annunciation Day according to...

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billy joel...keeping the faith...memories...so long ago https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ph7oZnBH05s&start_radio=1&list=RDph7oZnBH05s#t=0 stan sand...

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Santa's reindeer's decided to strike So poor Santa was forced to hitchhike He struggled with his load But made it to the road Along came a cyclist on a bike. Santa said "any chance of a lift Cos I've got all these presents to shift” It then...

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Industrial decline There were few oak trees left in the valley they had been chopped down and used in the clog industry, ash trees were tried to make clogs, but it gave people foot disease, which manifested itself by causing webbed feet; excellent for swimming but not for walking. The Birch was tried, but workers refused to work...

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