Short Iron Horse Poems

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Premium Member Tired Iron Horse

Tons of rolling iron Clip-clop down a wooden track The iron horse is worn. A powerful rolling beast has its share of bad days, too.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member New Trains Are Lacking

Today’s trains leave much to be desired, in the way of charm. The iron horse of yesteryear, laughs at his grandchildren’s weakness. The great king of the old tracks; a force unconquerable.
Form: Sijo

Steam Locomotove

Black, white and gray smoke trail a mile long, working all the way
                The fireman shoveling more coal, heading for the next water stop
                 Across the country, "The Iron Horse", goes down the rails
© Danny Nunn  Create an image from this poem.
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Sunny

day cast your light and
help me to fight with second sight.
to see the other way where 
shadows cast not their play.

the tune of an old song,
is mellow to my ears.
I hear the train sound fading to
the  past,  old iron horse on way.

when days begun and cowboys did have fun.
arrows pierced the sky and tomahawks did fly.
the west was won , a new century had begun.

old iron horse led the way.
© Joel Hunt  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member The Bullet Train

The sleek train sped onward.
Its path blurred by its pace.
Sights flicker ands strobe through 
glass apertures
to quickly for eye or mind to 
discern content.

The iron horse hissed white noise
toned florescent light;
bowels full of black haired beauties
black suites businessmen
rumbling.

Calm and an outward serenity masks
an inward hunger for success
on the velvet lined bullet to Tokyo.


Rule and Never Conquer

Don't fall off of that iron horse!

They'll devour their king.

What song will you sing when the pendulum swings?

Every tyrant should fear the pendulum's swing.

It'll rain backwards and tears will fall back into their eyes.

They'll remember your treachery, they'll bury you alive.

They'll howl as the moon shines on your demise.

What song will you sing when they devour their king?

Every tyrant should fear the pendulum's swing.



June 22, 2016
Form: Didactic

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