Short Smokestacks Poems
Short Smokestacks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Smokestacks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Smokestacks by length and keyword.
suffocating,
sooty smoke
swirls silent,
serpentine;
coils around,
hisses above
crude contours
of blackened
smokestacks;
strangles the air,
dims morning light,
darkens ashen fog:
toxic smog.
Categories:
smokestacks, urban
Form:
Free verse
Serpentine,
sooty smoke floats,
swirls slowly above
shadowed contours
of city smokestacks,
darkening ashen fog,
dimming early light,
poisoning air:
venomous smog.
Categories:
smokestacks, urban
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Herded humans
Sweltering trains
Dead cargo
Suffering remains
Gunshot glory
Spurting spite
Guarded genocide
Barbwire lights
Warsaw widows
Stripped of food
Numbered days
Ribs that protrude
Anesthetized surgeons
Screaming knife
Smoldering smokestacks
Vacating life
Conveyor belt corpses
Rolling into ravines
Six million taken
Will no one intervene
Categories:
smokestacks, death, history, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Quatrain
pain me
pain me
in
a
poem
every line
of
mine
disconnects me
here i am on this line
now look at me here
now here i am
here i am
me here
no
me
here
now
dare
time found my neck in a noise
every line i ever wrote grew an tooth
now we rest in the gallows hung loose
razor-toothed poems lacerate my back
blood curdling screams hollow
from
the
smokestacks
nostrils spew fire
mouth sewn through
the
flames
pain me
?
Categories:
smokestacks, art,
Form:
Lyric
The wind is in from lost town,
it is as thin as a knife edge.
Razor beaked gulls
twist their necks, rolling
in the gritty bluster.
Lost town sinks beneath
churning clouds,
its smokestacks
just above each
new wave of despair.
The people there
have misplaced their lives,
and if they only had time
they would out-scream the gulls,
but a groveling grind
keeps them turning iron wheels,
or shoveling dry clinker
into long rusted buckets
of hope.
Categories:
smokestacks, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Starlit night
and a meteor
flys by
Chill breezes
and an uncommon
moon above
Only one voice
is heard
And it speaks
of the trembling
of angels
Eyes peer out
of closed windows
deep in the heart
of the city
Wishes rise like
smoke from a
thousand urban
smokestacks
You'll rise up again
the next morning
The lessons of
the night before
burned into
your consciousness
forever
Categories:
smokestacks, inspirational,
Form:
I do not know?