Tin Can Poems - Poems about Tin Can

I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a callous retribution, set aside, tombed over. I was curious to learn how much remained and in what condition. Up came the lid with a gurgle, fizz, hiss, expelled with age smell. The paint on top, had dried, to a skin, a...

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Silver tin can swept by svelte twilight gust, under amber moonlit gaze Posted : 4th May 2022...

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finds yours truly groveling along February third 2022, never linkedin - analogous to stray animal without being befriended, thus I don't belong survival instincts taught yours truly the necessity acting courageous and headstrong even if necessary to stare down King Kong, who actually shows me respect such that every now and again we play a game of ping pong and on a...

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Yours truly dug deep with bony strength in tandem with fantasy notions know king around in figurative heady toboggan noggin like cranial carapace to muster every ounce of strength in an effort to escape chronic confrontation with endless streak of bleakness. Although cursed with brutish, nasty, and short nefarious fate as a measly looking human varmint, this...

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don't be concerned no matter how well prepared the glancing blows will come one by one at times in clusters you have to roll with them wipe the blood off the nose keep moving forward like an old plow horse stumbling up a rocky hill keep moving upward using the past as rocket fuel to reach that minty star don't be concerned about the direct hit either no...

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I’m leaking gasoline. My soles have holes. Run ragged, stripped to the bone. I’m a splintered bat, shattered by my momentum. My heart lacks desire, but it beats it beats with the hands of a clock. tick tock tick tock I’m running on borrowed time I can’t look back, see no end in sight. Lost track of where i am, the path i’ve been following. Vision blurry, can’t see past the...

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from all identical to nothing identical many exceptions to no exceptions eventually deduced from the above all deductions being eventual that to have a spirit there must be suffering now for the latest in strong arm technology The U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics estimates that 13,013 food industry workers lost limbs or other body parts in 2002 or was that...

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We had been living in a drunk mans tin can until up pulled a renovated police van my beer it hit the right hand turn switch, Oh sh it Sweet, bring the whole fleet He lit me me up, I pulled to the shoulder the cop had my birthday but threw no party Ah crap, here we go again what? How could there...

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The submarine stayed silent. Our insides shuddered as we saw. The base of our war vessel hitting the sea floor. Too deep to escape and survive the voyage to the shore. Although the sub was intact it could not move any more. We felt the eerie silence of realisation setting in. We looked at one another and spoke of nothing. Without food...

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Dan Cwiak There Dan Cwiak was, utterly lost below. The silent waters that surrounded his work, All but had to go. "Up Periscope", he cried into the night "We will not go weakly and meekly, No, we shall but join the fight!" The Destroyer above is lost in the fog This is the ocean we sail, Not some murky bog. "Fire One! Fire Two!...

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The mighty 3rd to the north did steam, Chasing a ghost not to be seen Guard the landing your task assigned, Quiet the day is to be benign At dawn the Imperial fleet does appear, Surprise complete, ranging fire splashes near Outnumbered and out gunned, duty is clear, Close the range you must in spite of your fear Laying smoke, a jagged course...

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TIN CAN ALLEY Orbital debris, my ocean of grief. Fourth rock from the fire, my time will be brief. Eclipsed by mankind and shrouded in black. Vexed and impure on the wrong starry track. Solar to polar, please feel my disease ! Righteous afflictions, being borne out of greed. Children do starve while my garden is ripe. Give strength to the meek,...

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Happy (dead) Mother's Day. A fistful of flowers for your final resting place. Wasn't blessed with the time to know you. Your demise was far swifter than your time. Just a few clips on a strip of 8mm film From that ancient time: Your smile was sweet and wide. A cat named Blue. A piggyback ride A split lip from a tin...

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raindrops collect on corrogated tin metal Which covers me in the early morning. i remember sitting on those steps and listening to each distinct drip..drop..drip.. that would come off of the leaves and trees as the rain fell. and i suppose there was some reason to be found or maybe a requem or some...

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To the Signalmen of the Watch She is cool gray steel, slicing darkest sea. Crewed by crazed youngsters, both man and woman. Quiet and deadly, in following seas, free. No light above, but the Moon and Orion. Coffee, cigarette, red night lights aglow, I, reading Conrad, lookouts are all set. Only sounds of the sea and radio, always watchful for contacts...

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