Short Steampunk Poems

The gaseous state of the incensed Chinese’s...

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Steampunk Mama with a zing in her step
Did a twirl and a kick, she was full of pep.
Her clothes were traditional, her look was grand.
She was in charge of a gear and wheel recess band....

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He had been to steampunk conventions before
But had never seen a beauty that he could adore
This woman was a goddess with hair of spun gold
He stared from the corner, feeling wrinkly and old...

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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....

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Steampunk bunny has an attitude
that can cut through a park and land on a wall
Motorized with gears that are tricky,
he is about seven feet tall.
He is a bit arrogant, but I admire his gall.
He makes decisions quickly, never does stall....

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Penelope Lee was steampunk driven with purple hair.
Some people did not understand, they stood with a weirdo’s stare.
Her confidence pranced forth and lingered forever in the air.
For others opinions of her do not bother; she does not give a care....

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Regal owl knew more than most about steampunk and time.
He kept his eye on the prize, understanding priorities more than most.
Is that a Latin tire he stands on, asks a Coplay performer sublime.
Looks more like Hebrew, I said, with a nick of a superior boast....

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Excited steampunk creators
Designing in dastardly studios and attics
Working with fascinating gears and copper levers
A whole new world envisioned in a collective remembrance
Jules Verne watches from his heavenly seat and smiles
Admiring his octopus box from 1869....

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Steampunk skeleton couple in love
We fear their loyalty to each other
They both had a fierce doting mother
A marriage sanctioned by heaven above.

They dance with excited joy.
Twirling and whirling in a super way.
As they glide around he yells “oh boy!”
Watching them truly makes my day....

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Steampunk mouse was at the finish line
Driving his teapot with gears so fine
The rest of us chanted the steampunk song
Wanting him to stop and wave at our throng

Steampunk mouse came in first at first
But a ruling was made, second was announced.
Something made this a tiny bit worse…
At finish line a huge cat got him when he pounced....

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If you are old enough to remember the Marlboro Man
You might be able to relate to gorgeous Steampunk guy
He was dapper and sexy, we all wanted to scream and to cry
You are old enough to be his great-gram said my niece Nan.
Endearing her to me in no kind of way this weird Tuesday.
I gave him a smile and a wink, and could barely stay away.
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Lucky steampunk faerie finally found an adventure novel
Deep in the nook of the black forest’s sycamore grove
Especially for you, was written in cursive inside the cover
She had no idea who wrote it, but enjoyed the sentiment
I told you a human would like your book, an owl whispered.
“Not if you tell her it was written by a mouse,” his lunch said....

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Steampunk Tinkerbelle has the confidence of a dozen
She sets the tone of the school and her neighborhood
She has attracted many fans and followers. 
Demure is now out
Dainty is unpopular
Delighting in yourself is the order of the day
She has set the pace
We are all running to catch up
Enjoying her greatly
Hoping to exude a bit of vitality and vim ourselves....

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Sensual Steampunk Sally
Metals clanging as she walked
Slight peek of white eyelet lace

Black thigh high stockings
Matched her confident swagger
And self-satisfied look

We pirates watched in admiration
As she commandeered our ship
Stealing our breath and making us go weak

Who is she? Someone asked me
I dared not think of her at all
Afraid I would melt...

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Witches, owls, broomsticks, and bumble bees.
Peace signs, flower power, just a tease.
Princesses with crowns riding on their steed.
Steampunk Annie, rabbits, and bird so treed.

Gardens galore with flowers from every seed.
Mushroom houses and faeries, just what I need.
Dragons holding daisies, red hearts in the sky.
I am painting again. Can you hear my glad sigh?...

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time tearing itself apart
shooting into space
Gray scale terror

stormy seas swallowing up bits
choppy waves 
I watch in fascination

Too afraid to be afraid
Taking steps that lead no where
debris all around

I know there are sea monsters
the cold air bites into my light shift
steampunk nightmare

time is a stormy sea
I have not been this frightened
Since the Titanic...

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Once Upon several decades ago, I spied an octopus lamp.
My younger sister teased me out of it, calling it horrible names.
I have forever wished I had ignored her, for I am still looking.
These days the octopus lamp would be considered Steampunk.
Back then, it was a mere oddity, something novel, something I loved.
I so wish now I had ignored the teasing, for I have never seen it again....

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She decided to gift me something done in steampunk.
I was thinking owl, cat, dog, or perhaps dragon or hat.
It will be earrings, a pin or a pendant, she told me.
Don’t ruin the surprise, I told her.
She gave me a gorgeous steampunk cicada.
I would have never guessed this would be my present.
I had never had a cicada, but I liked this one instantly.
She knew me better than I knew myself....

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A gnome met a weasel and fell in love
They created a child from stuff they found above
In high closet shelves and in branches of trees
Their child was a cute combo, a hybrid with good knees

Is he steampunk? Asked a rude neighbor Blanche.
He’s whatever he wants to be said his cousin Ranch.
All because a gnome met a weasel and fell in love.
Showing their child how to rise high and above....

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She wore a Gothic look on the sands of time
Looking a bit maniacal, but this could be the make-up
Was she trying for Steampunk or something newer?
Something she created for herself? I was curiously curious.

Her eyes were more azure than cornflower, but definitely blue.
I could see her perched on the arm of Poe’s chair
Impatiently waiting for him to write The Raven.
She gave off that vibe....

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The steampunk inventor named Tee had a glorious rep.
We waited for him gladly on the top institute step.
A pretty girl walked by dressed in steampunk gear.
With the kind of beauty most scientists fear.

We knew not to whistle, that is frowned on today.
She greeted us with a smile, she had a soft way.
I am Tee she said, in a commanding voice that day.
A female! Wow! We were kind of blown away....

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Steampunk beetle knew how to dress.
He was always immaculate, never a mess.
I liked his monocle too, I must confess.
I visited him often in the home of my grandma Bess.

The one thing that he did of which I could not agree….
He replaced body parts with metal, first an arm, then a knee.
Why do you do this? I asked; it was weird as far as I could see.
I want to be as steampunk as I can possibly be....

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Steampunk Maggie with her flaming purple neon hair
Showing a gung-ho attitude that scares men off the planet.
Guns should be hanging off her holsters; not sure they aren’t.
As she faces me down with her charisma I laugh. She is mighty!
I add some yellow daisies to her top hat to smooth her out, calm her.
Rather than softening her attitude, it makes her more formidable.
I adore her now more than ever....

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This poem is in conjunction with the video. 


A spell to cast you in
Watch me!
I the queen jester,
SteamPunk aviator,
Cybor goth,
Travel these dimensions That I control 
walking through and bursting in to life, 
Lifting my spirit and soul,
Laughing and enjoying these worlds,
Looking for that something,
Casting that spell to cast you in,
In the end I take your soul

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such an intense brown-eyed stare from a young guy
steampunk max, I supposed, from his loud sigh
I had heard of him, and his dangerous all-knowing eyes
His gears, coppers and whistles were not a surprise

He gave me a look of dismissal and brevity too
I wondered if he had heard of me, but had no clue
in an instant, he was gone, but I remember his stare
so intense, it lingered for a long time in the autumn air...

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