Metal Poems - Poems about Metal

Villanelle of a Metal Queen (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson I just don't know where else to start to tell you of this love of mine she is the beating of my heart these feelings that I must decline I just don't know where else to start the memories both sweet and tart hold feelings that I would enshrine she is the beating...

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Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair She's hot, yes, but she's also cool she is a gem, she is a jewel I think she's great (and I'm no fool) she beats those drums like she's old school she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny she hits them like they owe her money and one thing more I'll tell you...

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Intro Out past the corner store, where the ice cream truck fears to roll, Lies a block with more rhythm than a washing machine on spin cycle, Where the cats wear sunglasses at midnight, And every pothole’s got a story to tell. Tonight, I tune my axe—rusty strings, missing a knob, Ready to melt faces in the moonlit back alley, Like a...

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Pensee poetry form sort of metal lightweight silver creeps up fingers, toes, legs, hands early in the morn while writing metal seizes poem's heart ...

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I was driving our new bus down a rural lane Potholes, rocks, the bus began to complain GPS didn't reach, I told the rock band As we bumped along in no man's land. This will wreck my guitar, said Tony the Rock: Don't they make tour buses with at least one shock? The drums were colliding, the keyboard took a spill The...

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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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The reality be told, it was not long past, Flabbergast by an unfold from my mind’s vague vast, In reflections of the accounts of my youth, Echoes formed, all claiming to be truth. Must be fabricated, they’re so over the top, Consulted a friend, a retired old cop, He said no evidence on the inquires I’d send, Crazies, PTSD’s, false memories blend....

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Intro Turn a popstar into a metal head… I’ma change the game/ Have a popstar rocking to guitars and bass… make ‘em bang/ Verse One Popstars get tired of hearing that tune/ So they turn to metal heads and now they wanna rock/ With the best, and who the best, we the best/ We the best like a D.J. Khaled track/ And I...

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There comes a young lad from abroad. He wants a car but can’t afford. So he gets scrap metal And this he does fettle. Then calls it a Honda Accord. He took it out for a test-run. At first this seemed to be great fun. But in metal he fettle The welding was brittle. Suddenly it all came undone. ...

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I have been falsely accused many times/ I was at a concert and came home/ I get off the bus and the police were looking for me/ I jumped out the second story window/ And ran because I'm innocent/ She falsely accused a metal head/ I lost my mind, the stress and shock began to develop/ I developed Fatal Familial Insomnia, lost...

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Full Metal Clown, I don't know another life/ So I walk around on egg shells, with people thinking I'm crazy/ I live a metal life, with a clown mentality/ So I rock out when I roll, this is my reality/ I continue to rise, I climb the mountain to the top/ I unload my lyrics, just so you can upload/ I...

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You can't Punk my metal, you can't Punk my metal/ You may steal my ouija board from the cemetery/ But, you can never punk my metal/ You can't Punk my metal, my verses are stainless/ All my opponents are like zombies, they're brainless/ Their verses are painless, you don't feel a thing/ But every time I speak, you feel it in...

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The bell rang In the castle high, Calling for the rise Of those below. War floods the gates, Not of fire or stone, But of hearts torn. Now, they cause pain. Blood, death, gore, Strikes those below. Hearts of gold among the red, Try and fail to stop the end. In the castle high, They do not care....

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His love incarcerates her heart Like a prisoner captive in shackles Inescapable All consuming, Overwhelming Like a magnet to its metal. ...

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Can't Punk this game, this game is not made to be punked/ I'm not just any grain, I'm the one grain that stands out/ You used to be planted here, now you're just a stump/ And since you think you're criss cross, I'll make you jump/ Trying to punk this game, you're wasting your time/ And time is money so...

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