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Machine Poems - Poems about Machine

Premium Member Vending Machine for Organs
In Mr. Potato Head Lounge was a vending machine A new liver or kidney could quickly be seen If you put in three quarters out pops a heart No surgeon is necessary, this is a great start You can jamb it into your holes all by yourself No doctor or hospital or pills on a medicine shelf Don’t you wish people...

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Categories: machine, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Modern Poet's Pinball Machine
Roll up to the amusement arcade. Behold all the video games you can play - Dodgem car driving games, smash-'em-up derbies. Claw-crane lunge-and-snag-a-toy games, Pop-a-shot in basketball hoops, Pac-Man, Mario, Galaga, Street Fighter. Way-back in the far shadowy back corner is the Old ‘Pinball-For-Poesy’ Machine, with lights blazing like a disco-machine. “5 Stanzas Fires for a Buck,” reads the sign. Come on, Come on, give...

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Categories: machine, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member I Can't Love a Machine
A collection of transistors and wires is all I see. You are something fabricated by Fantonucci. I see a vague resemblance of a human being. However, you are not a person; just a thing. Programmed to provide love and affection, but what you give me is all imitation. I want to send you straight to the scrap heap. This kind of...

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Categories: machine, fantasy, science fiction,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Magical Vanishing Memory Machine
Beneath a drop cloth in the back of the mind hums a machine— gears oiled with old lullabies and levers etched in looping script you almost remember learning. Turn the crank and out drifts a smell-- maybe floral, maybe musty, maybe something like your grandmother’s books just before snow. Sometimes it spits out something that never happened— like a birthday party in a treehouse you never had— still, you...

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Categories: machine, memory,
Form: Free verse
the machine talks
the machine talks when the mind is mute-so let creativity shine ------------------------------------------------------------------- **the ai machine eliminates imagination; it cannot replicate the feelings, emotion and soul that goes into writing poetry. Being old school, I write to the best of my ability instead of trying to improve it by other means- or trying to outdo another writer if I...

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Categories: machine, imagination, writing,
Form: Monoku



Premium Member if I had a time Machine
If I had a time machine I would give it to someone else Because deciding on whether to go into the future Or back into history would cause me unbelievable stress It would be easier to stand by and watch...

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Categories: machine, me,
Form: Free verse
War Machine
War Machine Get ready to bring down the house. The politicians took down the barriers. Weare running out of time. Missiles are flying. Wehave lost our independence. Put up your fist. The people have decided. Stand up and fight. Take down walls of reason. Stand up and keep on believing. The government is corrupt. Weare...

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Categories: machine, war,
Form: Rhyme
Machine into man
Machine Into Man No human soul Manipulated to control Implanted a computer chip Freedom is lost Can no longer think for ourselves Pivot into radio darkness Branded with a code Red eye, always followed One with machine Man has decayed No more soul to sell The end is near All shall disappear No more memories...

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Categories: machine, society,
Form: Rhyme
A Self Made Machine
I am a self made machine, Told I couldn’t fail, Yet told to have fun, Told to be young, But there’s work to be done, When there's work to be done, Do it in order, Takes you off course, When the time is thrown off, Throws me off course, When nothing is in line, What throws us off is the lack of a dime, When a machine...

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Categories: machine, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Millie the Mermaid was a Reading Machine
Millie, the mermaid was a reading machine. It started with a shipwreck, among the marine. A library for a king had gone down in the wreck. I can teach myself to read, she said without genuflect. She started with picture books, one word on a page Those old Dick, Jane and Sally texts which tells my age. Moved on to primers...

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Categories: machine, books,
Form: Rhyme
Time Machine
Wish I could just go back in the time would it be even considered as a crime? Just so, I would spent some little more time. Time...only with you which always feels too short as if we both are living on our life support. Wish I could just trade some of our tears, So we both could share together a few more years. If not...

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Categories: machine, anniversary, cute, love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member gumball machine blues
There is an enormous gumball machine in this hair cutting place. It was probably gleamingly shiny and beautiful once. Possibly held three hundred thousand gumballs. Yes, Virginia, it is that big. This machine is pathetically empty now. There are only enough gumballs to fill the bottom inch of her bowl. I feel sorry for her....

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Categories: machine, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
Machine
In shadows cast by metal beams, Where whispered thoughts and silence teem, A cog in the machine does grind, A pulse of purpose intertwined. It turns with grace, yet feels the weight, Of countless hands that twist fate's gate, A little wheel that spins and spins, With every turn, a story begins. Among the gears, it finds its place, An unseen force, a quiet...

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Categories: machine, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
The Flower and The Machine
He knew the flower to be fair, but he did not want to wait. So he turned to the promises of the machine. It offered quick solutions -perhaps imperfect- but they were on-demand. Scalable. Inexhaustible. And they cried for nothing. They had no need. Perhaps there were flaws, but they could...

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Categories: machine, life,
Form: Free verse
Machine Guns
Sitting here in Silence, Machine Guns in my head. The Echoing of things I said, Firing every Second. A dangerous place to tread, Untying the Thread. A place I dread, Feeling already Dead. Cant take back what was said, Like bullets flying Ahead. As they make their mark, I light up my Spark. Embracing the dark, Cold, Harsh Truths. Its No Use, Stop the Abuse. Its Everywhere, You see. In You, In Me. The Duality, Hiding...

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Categories: machine, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

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