Power Station Poems - Poems about Power Station

... There are times when I long to move beyond the edges of myself as when, this morning, alongside the power station fence, I passed under a red cloud of bottlebrush flowers dripping nectar i......Read the rest...

...Ukraine is putting up a brave fight and is not giving in A two finger salute to that murderer, Vladimar Putin For eight months now they've held out in their cities Dispite missiles, murder, r......Read the rest...

...Moulded electric plugs, go to landfill the earlier ones were sectional and re-useable, Copper tanks kept water Hot all day; maybe two days, if they were bigger.' They were removed in the interests......Read the rest...

...1.Pockets of air. 2.Roaring gusts in critique. 3.Swirling leaves. I'll build a concession stand here immediately. I knew one day you'd get proactive. I just thought it'd be, you know- maybe liqu......Read the rest...

...The way you decode your words MR professor to those ambitious students in your class And with that so called lecturing you drop a big mass on their path and by keep reminding them their stupidity, ......Read the rest...

...A blanket of warmth cossets us with calm. The grey of sky & sea melts & meets, ......Read the rest...

...FOUR LOVE AFFAIRS The French health food shop Near Vasilyastrovskaya metro, With a tiny patio garden bench - Fell in love there with the language of the French. Closed now for property dev......Read the rest...

...Tuesday 17th 1998. Escape… I felt an atomic bomb erupt from within me, as I the being I am raged an unending battle against the person that is I. My internal thoughts betraying my external actio......Read the rest...

...We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long. We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all Life; we walked the coastal pa......Read the rest...

...Graffiti on an old rusty train I see this through my kitchen window And globs of dripping dropping rain A field house light shines at night like a little flame There is a golf course beyond ......Read the rest...

...the chimney stacks of the old power station claws at the belly of the clouds and with its sulfurous billowing it bellows its stench tinting the clouds, yellowing nicotine stains as its cadavero......Read the rest...

...Dust descending fills my ears and nose: small stones loosened from the soft rock bleed our faces and our arms...... the smell of this cellar the drought of this cellar the echoing sound of th......Read the rest...

...Throughout the Oxford countryside, Ubiquitous. You cannot miss That chimney or those cooling towers, Dubbed “cloud machines” by local kids. Fuelled by coal, this power station, Condemned to d......Read the rest...

...Where ever I go Where ever I stray in the cold of the night or the heat of the day I carry her around everywhere in my joyful heart. It feels like I'm walking around wearing the softest cosy blanke......Read the rest...

...Up but Down…part-5 “Poor place”, the spectral humming of the winds Seems to tell, “the hills too would have to lose Their birthright just like everyone of us. On the way upward, somebody points......Read the rest...