Steam Poems - Poems about Steam

The radiator whispered like breath beneath the old window (half opened for mercy) where cold fingers of air braided themselves with steam and the snow stayed only for seconds dancing above the sill in the breeze. The sofa, burgundy and bruised, sagged like an old confession. I curled into...

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In the liquid sanctuary of silent noons, where steam rises to the sky like an unfulfilled dream, we meet in the dance of waters, two spirits swaying under the warm curtain, her hands, springs of tenderness, flow over me like an ancient promise, each touch is a verse etched on my skin, a poem written in whispers, she commands...

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Hot Breath excited crowd waits impatiently earthquakes shake the ground lava heated boiling water pushes towards the surface hot steam spews from the vent anticipation grows, ready for the eruption a mighty whoosh and the vented steam reaches for the blue sky for a duration of ninety seconds the crowd is awed by natures power with a gurgle the steam cloud settles back into the earth to...

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Wade in the Water While you can Afore it steams away Like the whistle of A boiling kettle...

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To the boy who studied by the roadside resto’s dim flicker, muffling jeers with pages turned in stubborn hands— each “you’ll fail” dissolved into the steam of instant coffee, your only shield against the dark. They said your mind was a room with locked doors, but you wore down the...

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Please always be my bluebird My love for you is true A door inside me opened Into the room you flew The door then closed forever It's only me and you I'm sure that we'll find something That we both like to do ...

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I watched the water shuttering on the table. I was stunned as this seemed out off sorts: an earthquake exactly at twelve, high noon on 12-12-2012 . This is the day, that the Priapus Award finalist had to have there name in in order to receive the nominations for Researcher and amatuer Journalist of the year. Seven ordained people had to dispute...

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Distal to Dorsal the bofdy human agility and flexiblity Rest and recovery a detailed meme of wrestling stylus heis works are a showcase of atheletic showmenship a marvel in the specticail of chain wrestling move and counter move a great treat for an audeince a championship A-lister a Modern Classic in the making afew among his peers he's a sceintific techition one move away from being champion trophied and contention ready in-line...

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The whistle blows, the chugging starts - A steam train ride in France - For those who like to try things From the past, this is your chance. Since when it’s time to turn around, The leading car’s unlatched And driven to a turntable Before it’s reattached. The locomotive then gets cranked, By hand! one circle ‘round. The engineer next drives to where The once-caboose...

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It's imperative to alter the narrative, so get out a round of ream. There's a knot in the plot, a lost theme with out a seam.. You pause and you pivot. The script leaves you livid, falling short of your dream. Stopped, stalled between acts, little time to retrack, as your pen is running out of steam. ...

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From time to time, some people bath on steam of ignorance, trying to nose and bark on things that their empty minds have no capacity to understand. January 23, 2024, PST, SPC...

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Steam White ribbons ascending upward becoming breath of blue sky Steam Shadows of angels shooting arrows into the proprietary of daily peril Steam Silhouettes of song swirling the moat around everyone's heart Steam The areola twist and turn through April's morning rain evaporation Steam The lattice of earth's encompass and collecting the goodness of all May 23 1994...

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Wisps of steam float up when evening heat kisses cold - today’s air, a ghost....

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"Toot Toot" says the choo choo train. I think I can, I think I can, but then again, perchance it's much too soon to be going far too fast for the downhill lane. "Toot Toot" here I come, whatsoever!...

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Sweetening is the morning due sheets of mist enveloping two Shower curtain our naked view balmy gazes, we see right through Sight to behold, her beauty true saturated, midst honey...

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