Pistons Poems - Poems about Pistons

...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 the copper-clad cradle of time where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams..... the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts..... veiling the calculus of progress a manuscript etched by steam and soot. ......

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...A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation a......

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...M4 Lightweight— “You are so skinny, Trainee! You’ll never be a soldier.” I squeeze my eyes shut, tightly, each word heavier than steel. Magazine-fed— “You need to eat something, son. He i......

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...Victorious flirtatious foreplay I awoke early - now my body will sleep, though thoughts rise like the Azores of snuggling next to such an adorable atomic bombshell of a beauty - boars into my ......

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... In the maelstrom… Black inferno machines are one. In the belly of the maelstrom, they rise, And nothing is compromised Black inferno machine Shadows against the night, Engines of hunger, ......

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... Last night's storm has left its artwork on the beach, a postmodernist exhibition of brown seaweed strewn in clumps like hair on a barbershop floor, broken seashells and a fallen rainbow of......

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...Mother said to carry Dad's little green luggage, Godzilla my foe, I can do a step not a hundred, Mother said to put in you--that, it's all bronzed, Ugh, zip-phew Godzilla you stink your breadth. ......

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...In the marathon of life, we run with grit, In the sprint of moments, we dash with grace. In the relay of generations, we pass the baton. Our legs pump like pistons, hearts our engines, Ou......

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...An expert rider, a solid horse, what greater pals can there be? To stretch the land amongst the hills, to charge past the wind and be free. The horse's hooves slam to the earth like an auto's fie......

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...A is for Airspeed who graduated from Oxford B is for Bristol with their whispering giants C is for Convair and Canadair also B recalls Boulton-Paul who built many Defiants. D for De Havil......

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...Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise Retina......

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...Diagonal snow Glides effortless through the countryside of the Amputee windshield For the passenger side Has always had a reticent view Steam rises loftily From a topless treat Of gas stati......

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...Held captive and caged in a tin shed, an old steam train sulks in its own stillness, a relic from another age. Its skin is cold and hard and has the smell of vintage grease. The fire that......

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...Hissing cars Swishing trucks Rumbling bikes Life is a highway Really? Combusting cylinders Pumping pistons Turning crankshaft Spinning flywheel Engaging transmission Motoring drive Tranfe......

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