Smokestack Poems - Poems about Smokestack

...Wooòt woooo Wooot woooo Hear my train comin' watch the Hope spew from that smokestack Oh watch that locomotion comin' Round the curve Wooot woooo she got nerve See that smokestack s......Read More

...Lincoln Special Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the t......Read More

...A groovy many galactic bodies circle the sun. Yet wandering almost, different stars spun. Wander aimlessly, sobbing in sorrow. Memories weep tears as we gently harrow. Men are ......Read More

...Ashes to Ashes Smoke rises in the distance. The boxcar rocks, rocks, rocks; stones are placed along the ties. Were they placed by Chance or left as gently as Kaddish. I lift my hands......Read More

...They unload life’s lead into unseen enemies machine gun memories flying rapid fire recollections and musings spent shells amassing mental turbines spinning smoking the room. And they yawn a......Read More

...Beneath the city the river fishing is good. I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour Dow......Read More

...truth steeped in lies is no truth at all - wind collaborates with smokestack 3/27/2019 ......Read More

...Trump and Terrible Barrel Trump can hardly sing Christmas carol; While his whole life has been in imperil, And a lost cause, With small, paws; Someone even said his voice was sterile. Jim H......Read More

... Picture This Your body contains eight hundred Trillion trillion Carbon atoms. And that’s not just Hyperbolic hype! What is even more astounding is… That one in eight of those c......Read More

...Last Train Runnin’ For Bob Dylan The nickel-plated moon howled outside my window like a bullet missing from its sleeve......Read More

...The restless night had ended abruptly. Caught between dreams and consciousness, the town was arching towards the sprinkled light of dawn. A perpetual regularity reigned over the dusty pa......Read More

...Floating in the river, there are Chunks and bits of ice, Lazily meandering, Their journey imprecise. The water’s gray, the sky is blue; A smokestack bellows white. An early morning winter wal......Read More

... Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool to stay with my grandpa and grandma. ......Read More

...Energy’s Suffocating Gallop by Odin Roark Ancient blood soaked sand Plumes its sticky residue Beneath rapacious hooves Dust storms of evil stampeding beside pipel......Read More

...Memories Of The Sydney Tram This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along the various streets ......Read More