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.

© Romeo Naces  

Serpentine,

   sooty smoke floats,
      swirls slowly above
         shadowed contours 
            of city smokestacks,
         darkening ashen fog,
      dimming early light,
   poisoning air:

venomous smog.

© Romeo Naces  

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

© Xavier Keough  

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
?

© Pipping Stars  

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.

© Eric Ashford  

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

© Matthew Anish