Short Steampunk Poems
Short Steampunk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Steampunk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Steampunk by length and keyword.
steampunk skeleton wore a decorated hat
it was charming with gears and wires so phat
he dressed like a dapper wise old techno man
steampunk royalty named Weary Dearie Dan
I wanted to employ a steampunk lion
but discovered they eat humans without fry’n
I settled for a steampunk tiger with a portfolio
He asked me to turn and walk away really slow
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.
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
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.
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.
steampunk faerie came roaring into town on a train
Not in a train, but rather on it, without notice or refrain
We tried to stop her, but she could not be restrained said the engineer
She heard him and rolled her eyes, making fun of his veneer.
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.
Polly Pure Paint was a painter cat with rainbow eyes.
She loved acrylics and watercolors, she had so many supplies.
Her studio was full of glitter paints and copper cogs and wheels too.
She had a steampunk side, that embodied her art through and through.
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.
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.
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.
sacred, symmetrical, serious skeleton wheel
plotting out steampunk plans for the universe
Concentrating on circular curriculums
Decisive, deliberate display of planned plots
We watchers sit in wonder, wishing we could be of service
Knowing the sageness of your decisions must come from within
You amaze and enthrall us.
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.
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.
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.
Pretty mama Steampunk cat named Priss
Had litters of kittens that mew and hiss
They were turned away and put on bottles
She is not warm or fuzzy said tom cat Waddles
Tom cat Jim and Tom cat Dick and Jerry agreed
Pretty mama Steampunk cat was cold indeed
you cannot make a mama out of an unwilling cat
but her armor, wheels and gears were “all that”
a crashing and thrashing
slamming and jamming
they fit together like lithium batteries in a robot
drummer is smashing the drums
cymbals crash
their eyes meet
forces beyond their control urge them
they are in each other’s arms now
a predestined destiny
a coupling magnified by crashing and thrashing
slamming and jamming
beyond steampunk
final destiny
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.
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
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?
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
where did the steampunk hermit crab go?
we saw him a few days ago, on a beach in Idaho
I figured this nutjob was delusional now
Idaho has no beaches, but farms for a cow
Are you sure you did not see the crab somewhere else?
My cousin gave me the stink eye; his name is Kelse.
I thought it was Idaho, on that famous beach they have.
I added to the idiocy. “On steamy Steampunk Ave?”
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.
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.