Short Industrial Poems
Short Industrial Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Industrial by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Industrial by length and keyword.
Charles Sheeler painted the sublime
mass produced items of his time
Precise & so industrial
one at least to be topical
Cracked dusky humid industrial decay
Perched crows survive death of abandoned Chevrolet
A testament of humanity’s constant change
Nothing says ‘Abstract Expressionism’ like several flattened industrial washing machines hanging on a clothesline, blowin’ in the wind.
Joseph known as 'Wright of Derby'
with scenes of science & industry
Versatility as an artistic ace
the Industrial Revolutionas his place
Elizabeth Gaskell an English novelist
gave Victorian society a 'twist'
Writing compassionate with skill
industrial heartlands gave her a thrill
billy joel...keeping the faith...memories...so long ago
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stan sand
Industrial love
It's the virtue and vice
and the silver cut ice
on a river of mercury neurons
Memory made
It's the liquid mistake
of impossible break
on a spiraling psyche for aeons.
industrial and
banker...politician and
military man
they are all the same...
when running the world for us
it's profit for them
why not people from...
say...the arts sciences as
our freedom leaders
religion is the greatest marketer
of the industrial defense engine;
all believers are enemies of each other
and that makes for a great god of death
and astronomical gains in revenue
:: 03-16-2015 ::
mastered beyond
the industrial findings
of mi inner self
catered to above
the mistic beliefs
of folklores dainty crafts
and yet i'm alone here
atlast voss comes into view
written by Mrs.Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
No never no calls
From daughter or son
No never it seems
Nobody no way.
Daughter is plastic
And son is too old
No never, no calls,
Never, no way.
Industrial pimping
To arouse a eyebrow,
But to take a mere moment
No, never, no way.
I relish in dazing
with May's pre-summer
sunlite on Liberty Ave.
Here, I can linger
with the bohemian
and watch the flows
of traffic wax and wane
on efficient half
hour intervals that
mark the buisness
breaks of a
modern industrial tempo
Humans create methane faster than earth can remove it
Like a NASA launching site, a gaseous substance does emit
Two and a half times the pollution
Since the Industrial Revolution
So let's all stop farting, that disgusting habit to quit
I consulted with Spinoza
he spoke of God and Nature
I want something ovid
that cant be destroyed
Truman and Eisenhower
grew the Military Industrial complex
but in my dreams
I cannot deny that I'm agog
but since they have gone
My life has never been the same
Ring sonorously, industrial mega-chime, for which the shallow art is devoid of form, another tree's shadow in time limping passed the finish line, denoting curators in the museums of cunning that too ran dry, but whirr it does, like insectoid wings, and that which promoted took the win.
as i gaze over
the soft granduer
i'm drawn to rows of violets
the nectar daintily
dances about quiet scents
of calm breezes
chafe and yet tempting
while i rise beyond
the granite structures
industrial past times
gently i wave back at moscow
written by mrs yolanda nicholsen
This morning the sky was on fire -
Blue elephants and pink champagne,
Melting into golden orange,
Like the golden sand of holiday beaches…..
Suddenly broken by industrial black,
Guaranteed to spoil any scenic illusions you may have.
And yet, in its own way
Black is beautiful.
Tempos
Tempos
Na era industrial,
a liderança
sentava-se
no topo
da hierarquia,
não precisava
ouvir ninguém...
na era do
protagonismo
precisa-se ouvir
escutar
e facilitar
as ideias
das pessoas,
independente
de onde elas
estejam
colocadas
na arte
de scrum.
Once, the sounds of industry,
giant leather belts squealing,
gears grinding, endless pounding,
steam billowing, strong aromas
emanated from factories holding
the dangerous machine beasts,
tended by, tired,malnourished,
men, women and children
shackled to their charges
by chains of poverty
A FLOWER BLOSSOMS
Even in the dreary wastelands
Of the modern industrial age
In the dirty, shattered window panes
Of long-abandoned factories
In the stench of refineries, the smog
Even in all that
A dandelion stretches its lonely neck
Through a concrete crack
And blossoms.
No one is going to say it,
but your baby is ugly.
& how could I be the bad guy for saying so?
It’s an ugly world, too, where industrial
tile is stained with spilled Diet Coke
& beer cost less than frozen spinach.
but all the cashiers say ‘have a great day’
as they stare into the middle distance
this stage became yours
and the reality has fallen apart
by the industrial silence
I am but a reflection of your shadow
gaslighted by your key-light
deprived of my enlightenment
there is no yesterday
and tomorrow has never existed
while the stone has its permanent role of aching
my part is the interim of now
revelations of the white rob
light bodies adorning the
multitudes
end of great tribulations
tsunami is a warning
industrial civilisations
unwanted pollutions
self transformations
electrons are spinning
in the damp atmosphere
playfully
counter balancing the thrust
of unwanted fear
we are kissing
our salty
tears
Form:
FIXED
The gleam of wet cobblestones
Fixes the pictures of childhood
And the familiar twist in the fence
Of rusting iron holds my soul.
The slow dawn of this black industrial town,
The rapid darkening in its sundown,
Gathering in the gutter the black rain
Cannot find a way to drain:
God knows how I hate it,
God knows how I loved it.
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tem mais potencial
para melhorar
a desigualdade social
do que qualquer desenvolvimento
na história do mundo,
incluindo a revolução industrial.
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