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”
Steampunk Christmas cat jingled her gears in her helmet hat
Her brass and copper gleamed in her Jules Verne steampunk flat
The mice loved this, for they heard her coming and running
It gave them time to lie under their beds, pretending to be sunning
She never caught them after the day she became a steampunk addict
The best day ever said the mice, wandering from barren basement to attic
Too bad you don’t have a Steampunk cat they told their neighbor, Belief
He was always barely escaping from his evil mean tom cat named Grief.
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?”
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
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.
steampunk turtle became an Uber right away
He transported four happy riders on Wednesday
Taking them to see sights they had never seen
Past a troll and tiger, who were both rather mean
We should have done this years ago a little one said
If that tiger got us, we would surely be most dead
I was not invented until a month ago steampunk turtle said
But I am glad to take you past that tiger; his name is toothy Fred.
she travels not through skies or water but through life
relaxing into wonderful moods, eliminating all stress and strife
her journeys are varied, vivid, full of vitality and vim
she is the steampunk submarine submariner, her name is Kim
we followers live vicariously through her alluring adventures galore
loving her attitude, confidence, personality, and willingness to soar
Kim is the ultimate human, the one we all strive to be like
exploring mountains and oceans, in balloons, submarines or a bike.
steampunk bee couple slipped out of the hive
Do you have the address? Three asked number five
If caught by the queen, neither would be alive
Drone soldiers came and they hid under a bus with one dive
Could they ever escape the queen’s querulous hive?
It was a conundrum that worried both three and five
They wondered if they would survive the hide and the dive.
So far, I am happy to say, they both remain alive
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, stay home, sit down near the fire.
Mothers are all the same, he thought, they want you to retire.
But his ambitions were enormous, this steampunk mouse MacIntire.
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, a fleeting glance.
A winding key, a silver thread,
Keeps her ticking, unsaid, unled.
Amidst the steam and smoke-filled air,
A whisper of her presence, rare.
The city's pulse, she knows it well,
Her clockwork heart, a silent spell.
But in her gaze, a sadness hides,
A yearning for the world outside.
To feel the warmth, the human touch,
Beyond the gears, beyond the clutch.
For though she runs, on time's own whim,
A part of her, forever dim,
Yearns for a soul, a beating heart,
To break free, from the clockwork art.
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 had a gear wheel in his step.
Everyone knew he was handy, it was truly his worldwide rep.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.