Lightbulb Poems - Poems about Lightbulb

Akin we are to Lightbulbs, but not as may be told; for creativity and Eureka! — are dreams that can be sold. We invite them their Control, and hand over our souls; prov'd that subtly they may embark, and Switch us — Bright, or Dark? So closed our eyes will be, whilst openess to “see”; The circles that enclose us? Makeshift insincerity. Joyous as we've become, electricity cannot run...

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The air writhes for a funnel. The wind tunnel is unusually special. Quick sell a landfill a prequel. Befell death knell in a clam shell. The lightning bolt on a beach. Thin glass forms from the impact. A firefly trapped inside signals his family. Goodbye. ...

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You left at the first flicker of dawn as the pioneering rays of Sun diluted the chaotic dark of night and the morass of words exchanged. I would have, if not for my dead legs followed, at least crawled but you had gone before, and returned. Dragging my cold body toward the switches I should have considered you lost, but time is an endless...

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Sadly she sat all alone in her chair. Once Family had left, there was no one else there. The tear from her eye was still wet on her cheek. She wiped it away. Her future seemed bleak. A thought came to her of what she might do. An interest it was that she could pursue. Before that one thought she would fully embrace, a wonderful smile had lit up...

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It was Edison In a lab Gave night its noon. He bottled up all he could Of that hour's boon. And washing walls the world over By volt overseen Moved the sun to frankness; "My auxiliary sheen!"...

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A ceiling lightbulb blew and hark! I needed to replace it. For reading in the semi-dark? I knew I couldn’t face it. I found the bulbs and had to climb, While worried about falling, Up on a stepstool, taking time So not to end up sprawling. Removed the old, screwed in the new And checked if things looked brighter, Not knowing then, as now I...

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Lightbulb Road Recycle Project Thought up by Wiz Kids Improvement Central Sealed lavishly by Engineers Who were acting like Old-School Nay Sayers Freshly graduated architects thrilled with the beauty of their sparkling masterpiece Begged Governor to cut opening ribbon This would put their state on the map! Governor not as happy, after spending an extra six hours here Replacing all four car tires...

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The lightbulb blows; we sigh and groan. I’m sure that we are not alone In being bothered by the fact That age has made us slow to act. The ceiling fixture’s eight feet high And vigor is in short supply. My husband fears that he might fall; His balance he trusts not at all. My shoulder aches, so reaching’s tough. It’s hard to turn...

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Am at a point in my age Where i ask myself What am i doing? I've spent majority of my life chasing dreams Through thick and thin Through nook and cranny Up and down the turbulence of life I've spent much of my time Playing cards Sharp spades have left scars Heartful lovers have left twinkling memories Diamonds have been my greatest wins And i've been part...

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Dawn is here the stars have gone Her crack was heard many miles Now the lightbulb has gone off Reform is now due A common thought but an Uncommon idea arose What is that idea? Let there be peace on this earth Common_let peace start within ...

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You are the one who gives us light. You help us read by being bright. To empty our rooms of the dark. To even brighten up the park. Many use you every hour. I don't like to waste that power. You've helped to fight the dark of night, but sleeping I don't need my sight....

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The extreme fisherman Hangs upside down Delivering snow Traded for straw Confused about its job New planet in the cube Growing twisters Ancient time tools Downward rhymes Falling up high Magnetic ice Draws liquid from your eyes Look up and try Ideas with no sand New state of matter Won’t be there for long If the newcomer glows White heat from the moon Cloning breakfast talk Ticking on the wall Umbrellas on the floor Embrace the...

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