Iron Poems - Poems about Iron

Strength has rusted deep into my spine, a beautiful, corroded iron, Twisting through each vertebra like a vine of steel, a bittersweet trap, They call it resilience, but I call it a silent tomb, a milestone of my soul, I sleep in armor that no longer opens, each breath becomes a negotiation Between the instinct to survive and the...

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Iron Sharpens Iron Telling the truth Something they don’t want to hear Being a Sharp tool Just being honest Building up character True friendship Pay careful attention Iron Sharpens Iron A sharp metaphor A black-smith making orange sparks Amber sparks to grow Become the new you Be the best you can be This is a...

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My grandfather worked with metal until the day he died. He used to say, No one has ever seen the true face of iron. We cannot truly know its form of yesterday, nor its shape of tomorrow. For iron, of which 25 million tons of scrap are reborn each year, the electric furnace is both a cemetery and a cradle. Iron’s death does not remain in one place. After death, birth awaits. Grandfather...

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People ask as they wonder, what holds you? Is it fear? Is it doubt? Is it distrust? or is it all or neither? A flower is brought into this world amidst chaos unknowingly what it may encounter yet it remains pure. Confined by discourtesy trickled by irregularities lured by fallacies yet stands still as nature's gift as it shimmers brightly....

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From the crag I see the path descend into the valley shrouded in the shadows of doubt, uncertainty, and fear of failure. I see a white pillar cast in regret's cold salt-stone, from which there is no turning back. Even a brief glance back over the shoulder up into the bright crags of peaks above, bathed in bright sunlight in the path behind...

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The wind doesn’t howl here-- it warns. Each breath drawn is borrowed from the bones beneath. They told me to fear the shadow, but never the silence that follows. I walk where others knelt, blade dulled, spirit frayed, still searching for the summit that keeps shifting skyward. I do not ask for light-- only the strength to keep walking where ghosts refuse to rest....

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Masquerading neath bitter angst, nobody loves this neurotic Sympathize—empathize with me pleading, bleeding, but no one listens Though, pleasing is the clown with Infectious Grooves with an unbridled force of his own inertia with Suicidal Tendencies Led headed, heavy metals P-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-G ‘Round goes a...

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A Wilderness of Mirrors. I am unfamiliar with Iron Maiden's music, even though I worked a handful of times at their concert. I was curious about their mascot guy...Eddie. At one of their concerts, they had a bunch of Eddie dolls in boxes, and they left them there, and all the stagehands got...

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iron on linen an old fashioned smell I loved whiff of memory...

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The name of every soul is written line by line, without highlights or underlining in the leaves of pages of the book of souls. The stone temples built by kings that rise to the heavens, fall as empires fade and crumble, when the ledger must be made. No human god can barter with the end, no king can forever outrun the roll-call for their entry...

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Of Iron Maiden’s ‘Hallowed Be Thy Name,’ reveals more than fame. When life days are a light at the end of the tunnel, and their brightness dimmed. At some point, each with mortality faces the same, whether someone plays a short or a long game. That journey ended; the torch passed, yet short-lived proved the path. Locked...

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Sponsor : Robert James Ligouri IRON MAIDEN Iron maiden was she fathered from loins of Zeus flow free ~ surrounded by swords steely three, icicle aura bounded hounded innocence thorned crowned exiled white mane this maiden iron clad sane became She ran in plain rain on grassy hill for all to see glistening glaring flaring Sekmet at her shoulder a...

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Sits there and judges. How dare you mock me! Do you think I have time to perfect smocked sleeves? Turned down collars Frilly blouses Pleats wrinkle-free. You are redundant No longer of use Except as a doorstop Or in self-defence. I will not be cowed By your flat, grey face. I glory in chaos, Crumpled cottons and lace. I shy from the conservative Perfectly straight We will not have flatness Except on...

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Sadly, as before we support the Terrorist State not the oppressed not the child on roller skates we support the Zionist hate snipers shooting freedom daily every fatality a testament to the crime ...

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Let me stumble, I promise you I’ll stand up; Let me stumble, wretched knees gain a callus; Let me stumble, I’ll win, I like to scuffle; Let me stumble, my base will become iron; Let me stumble, and just love me when I do....

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