Short Gears Poems
Short Gears Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gears by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gears by length and keyword.
Robotics
Gears. Blocks.
Moving, building, impressing, sense of accomplishment
Intelligent, futuristic, privilege,
Robotics
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Change-gears negative to neutral.
Cherish each present moment.
Find meaning in goals.
Practice self acceptance, compassion!
I no longer have hands
No gears or pendulum that swings
No springs or screws
I have become digital
What has time done to itself?
Gears of all ages and all eternity, and all beyond!
Hammers of right and wrong in eternal lack of bond;
A Name to all ears beautiful and fond!
Screw google, and their big birds chicks....
Switching gears as her united nations wishing
Italy's vatican to change it's stance upon abortion ?
Form:
Subjects Of Time
As a fine clock
Run by motion of the earth,
We are masters of
Gears and lubrication
Though remain
The subjects of time….
Love is but a second’s tick
Recorded by the cruel clock of Time.
Hear those meshing gears revolve and click!
And listen…for Love’s final chime.
Love is but a second’s tick
Recorded by the cruel clock of Time.
Hear those meshing gears revolve and click!
And listen…for Love’s final chime.
There are times when we should shift
Our gears so we can start being swift;
New President,
God has sent,
And fear off line he always does drift.
Jim Horn
A welcomed soaking, blessed lubrication
Priming the gears of fertile production.
We can label them, but only She designs
Them, in counsel with our nurturing God.
On my bike, fifteen gears by derailleur
I set off on my trip round Australia
But the weather was hot
Blisters grew on my bot
So the journey became quite a failure
Stardust
Beast shining
Shaking and yearning
Rage at the introverted
Hearing escape
The sun shines awake
All gears will churn
And all rivers finally meet the sea
Moving in small spaces
day after day
the same turns
from up here
you seem to spin and spin
clean shiny gears
Old rusty Bessie just drove her last mile
Went with a sputter instead of a smile
No more brakes slipping
No more gears ripping
Think I'll relax with a horse for a while
This morning feels like ignition to the restless soul.
I’ve lived so long grounded, sole to earth and tires to black asphalt.
Oh meshing gears and anklebone. The road, my life, my load.
Thoughts
Jump
Dance round
Jive, jumble
Inside my brain's ruts.
My cranium's cogs, and those gears
Move, organize, store, discard until condensed retained
If this is going to work
It's time to change
How you shift
You'll be smooth as lubed
Changing gears
If you ease up on the pedal
Find your cadence
Then roll with it
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Burnt rubber
from grinding gears
awaken mine nostrils
Thickened fog
'pon darkened roads
embrace my sight
Four smiles leads a path
distance fades
as forty tons push me down Forty
Mixed media hair in the form of gears and such
It is interesting and exciting, very much.
I am amazed at how clever my artist friends are.
This one especially is a marvelous inventive star.
Porker flies on the most amazing steampunk pig.
Little things happen, and no one makes them big.
Gears and bells are hanging off his snout and hoofs.
He makes some grunts, but no meows or whoofs.
Up your gears
Cheat your fears
Drown your doubts
And move up
Learn a trade
And how to trade
Be a master
In your game
Conceal your cards
Evade the darts
Be smart and wise
And score good
Once there was a man called Blabber, the horn
gears forward uncompromising in his philosophy to drown
"All are wrong,I am right"
"All err, I am perfect"
bloody could blabber be technically right? no crown.
Tingling with excitement
the big day had arrived
Goosebumps on her arms
anticipating his charms
But he’d changed his mind
another he’d find
Flowed her jilted tears
~ she'd never shift gears
Searing, the sun
no shade on this run
perilous, the wind
eyes let sand in
draining, the humidity
tempting torpidity…
steep hill appears ~
tears, no more gears
I
Five thousand years
Slow human gears
No internet ears
Seagrass grew
II
Now 200 rugby fields
Showcase Nature's yields
When humans are still
Posidonia, fiberball, grow it will
(Protected by God through Australia)