Steampunk Poems - Poems about Steampunk

Steampunk mouse had a suit of gears and copper to admire A fine specimen, great soldier, he had been the king’s squire But now he was a stylish gentle-mouse, dare he attempt to go higher? I could become general, he thought, the consequences dire. Not that, said his mother, to her firstborn son, MacIntire. I want you to be safe,...

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In the copper-clad cradle of time where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams..... the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts..... veiling the calculus of progress a manuscript etched by steam and soot. Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims a triumph—or perhaps a dirge— for we have harnessed Hephaestus’ fire yet grasped not his wisdom. Verne's visions chart the oceans of steam while Shelley weeps for monsters born in...

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Steampunk Stella woke up in the thick of an alternative world. Colorful mechanical flowers were dancing and singing. The gold band on her top hat changed a gorgeous fuchsia pink orange poppies and fancy golden engravings adorned it now her dress had changed from black to a marvelous seafoam turquoise gold trim at the bottom was new, as was the...

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In cogs and gears, her heart does beat, A clockwork girl, both strange and sweet. Her eyes, like polished brass, aglow, Reflect the time, the world below. With gears that click and springs that chime, She measures moments, day and time. A copper bodice, sleek and tight, Holds secrets in the fading light. Her hands, of bronze, a delicate dance, Point to the hours,...

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Steampunk Santa had a little gear wheel in his step. He moves so happily he has so much lovely pep! We watched him silently and noted his steampunk ways. He endeared himself to the convention these winter days. What does he do that others do not, someone asked. Not sure, but he is marvelous showing off each inventive task. Steampunk Santa...

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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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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...

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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...

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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?...

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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,...

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Steampunk faerie sat on the vintage car Peering long and hard, and way too far She could see past the horizon to her father’s house Where a kitten was toying with a tiny mouse How are your eyes this great? Someone asked. I am not sure, she said, they are gold, not masked. The asker looked into steampunk faerie’s eyes. Her corneas...

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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...

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Loud guttural roar filled Steamboat Convention Hall Stovetop hats rose up higher, and most were already tall. The tiger made his entry with a loud snarl and a pounce. Watch out! Someone yelled. I think this creature can bounce. We ran out of the way, as fast as heavily-dressed convention goers can. Tiger made a bounding leap and soon was...

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Steampunk cat gentleman was dressed up at nine. Dapper, distinguished, handsome, in every way fine. You would make a fine date for any feline. Said my aunt Tootsie, who lived in the Rhine. Fifty years ago, she told him, I would have made you mine. He jumped up and ran off, without a whimper or whine. You scared him! Said her...

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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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