Piston Poems - Poems about Piston

...Days have gone by since the moon passes through the sky I thought it was going to rain but it was just a little drizzle beating against my window pane and the stars move swiftly beneath the cushion ......

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...In your womb I burst Passion holds my heart's desire, Lust and ravage, light my fire. Lovers embrace in Twilight's choir, Songs echo to the tops of spires. It starts with a simple kiss, Lip......

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...Its September Where is your rain muse ? weve got our Autumn I'm drawing a line on Summer past like some bedraggled piston its chore has gone The buddleia is slightly drawn and the red roses ......

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...“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". A. Dante, 14th century Italian poet They sway the power over mere mortals They drop ......

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...you never saw me when i was itching at the sky for answers that were never there, opening all of the gates and all of the pits beyond the Valley of Death, still stinking with brim......

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...Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late. Monday morning full of passion with hangover lin......

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... In Battery Point, two centuries stayed Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic Paired attic windows see civility made From grim past pioneering treachery awoke ......

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...We drag our ships over shapeless rock and sleep in color this night under lips of blue hemmed shut by the cold the gutting silence rising to devour ......

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...Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night In my ramshackle torn straw old bed The mice are chewing my toes And the bedbugs bite Elephants dancing in my head I think to myself "It's not ......

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...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......

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...Nigel likes to talk about planes And trains and motorbikes. He has a few friends Who like the same. I say to him: "Why does the piston go up and down?" He tells me, But I don't really understan......

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...Vroom vroom! The car stops to a halt. Ooh! Dad’s home carrying him varieties of groceries. Broom Broom! I sweep my room, Collecting trash using a dustpan. Alas! The place is clean. Vroom! The dri......

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...two boys racing dash, dart, tear airburst in a clearing punched open arms of piston pumping disperse white funnels dandelion fluff curling ......

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...Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness Ebullience exudes from mine every pore courtesy festive mood in the air, thus acknowledgment to the following: thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL, Faceboo......

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...Neon lights outlined stalls in braids of red and green in the dim cavernous hall of the railway station. Muted drum taps of passing feet and crisscross talk were pierced by stabbing announcemen......

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