Steampunk Poetry
#steampunk
Steampunk poetry, poems featuring steampunk themes, styles and ideas. Steampunk genre science fiction poems use historical settings, featuring steam-powered machinery, rather than advanced technology.
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 5:42pm
1st Dec 2024 5:42pm
I am your cross
(I'll sever you in less syllables than you borrow, lest my tongue throw a fit when I read this over (First, you use "bold" letters and words in quotations, like this)
"I walk on peoples scars to gain an inch and pluck from precipice of my creators limbs, my touch goes all but unnoticed, they barely feel the pinch but my soul erodes when I let words, truly mine roll through some other man's uncreative ditch to be cursive treasure, to be seeds and beans to trade for what they wish, become the way in which they're measured when they use a drop of mine as a pond to...
"I walk on peoples scars to gain an inch and pluck from precipice of my creators limbs, my touch goes all but unnoticed, they barely feel the pinch but my soul erodes when I let words, truly mine roll through some other man's uncreative ditch to be cursive treasure, to be seeds and beans to trade for what they wish, become the way in which they're measured when they use a drop of mine as a pond to...
#anger
#funny
#steampunk
125 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:49pm
27th Sep 2024 10:49pm
Touche L' Amour
She was an expert with a sword ⚔️
so difficult to touch
yet that would be the great reward
in foreplay overmuch.
The sharps would go back to the rack
and arms would soon disarm
to see some mojo back on track
replacing blades with charm...
which started when she bared her breast
as no hits she would hide
when she by me was sore oppressed...
by violence denied.
Soon she knew she preferred the rod
whereby she took her hits ...
so difficult to touch
yet that would be the great reward
in foreplay overmuch.
The sharps would go back to the rack
and arms would soon disarm
to see some mojo back on track
replacing blades with charm...
which started when she bared her breast
as no hits she would hide
when she by me was sore oppressed...
by violence denied.
Soon she knew she preferred the rod
whereby she took her hits ...
#steampunk
226 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 5:46pm
18th Sep 2024 5:46pm
Nursery Sales Rhyme
Agent:
“Welcome, dear customer, to our store so bright.
May I introduce a product, a true delight?”
Customer:
“Thank you, kind agent, I’m eager to see
what marvels you have in store for me.”
Agent:
“This gadget, so neat, with features galore
will simplify your life and so much more.”
Customer:
“Tell me, dear agent, what makes it unique?
I’m searching for something, truly sleek.”
Agent:
“It’s crafted with care, with precision and grace.
A perfect companion in...
“Welcome, dear customer, to our store so bright.
May I introduce a product, a true delight?”
Customer:
“Thank you, kind agent, I’m eager to see
what marvels you have in store for me.”
Agent:
“This gadget, so neat, with features galore
will simplify your life and so much more.”
Customer:
“Tell me, dear agent, what makes it unique?
I’m searching for something, truly sleek.”
Agent:
“It’s crafted with care, with precision and grace.
A perfect companion in...
#dystopian
#steampunk
81 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
14th Sep 2024 9:27pm
14th Sep 2024 9:27pm
teenage sluts
sordid fiend I am usure who I am
there are so many identities within me
craving their own way
it hasn't always been true
I heard only one voice as a baby
if the others were there I blocked them out
romance a lover who won't covet me in a jealous nature
I'm a writer and I love to interact with the souls of people
some of the spirits get major crushes on the people I talk to
but they in the immortal sense are fifteen years old
they sometimes add their two cents to the whole nine yards
I am content to listen to their chatter ...
there are so many identities within me
craving their own way
it hasn't always been true
I heard only one voice as a baby
if the others were there I blocked them out
romance a lover who won't covet me in a jealous nature
I'm a writer and I love to interact with the souls of people
some of the spirits get major crushes on the people I talk to
but they in the immortal sense are fifteen years old
they sometimes add their two cents to the whole nine yards
I am content to listen to their chatter ...
#fate
#steampunk
119 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 3:23am
30th Aug 2024 3:23am
perfume
trending with the universes
riding a wavelength
intimate feelings spilled
and as always cream rises
I send out my essence
so my words float like incense
a sweet fragrance for you to ride the waves
delicate muse vulnerable in my presentation
revealing my nature isn't easy
the fear of rejection is always there
to dissuade my true nature
blushing if you look to hard at me
sweet release of affections
perfume with light notes on the wind
arousing your verbiage like a song
enticing you to make...
riding a wavelength
intimate feelings spilled
and as always cream rises
I send out my essence
so my words float like incense
a sweet fragrance for you to ride the waves
delicate muse vulnerable in my presentation
revealing my nature isn't easy
the fear of rejection is always there
to dissuade my true nature
blushing if you look to hard at me
sweet release of affections
perfume with light notes on the wind
arousing your verbiage like a song
enticing you to make...
#fairies
#steampunk
118 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 8:00pm
29th Apr 2024 8:00pm
april songs (Theme 2): elements of life 8
april song 18—steam
when your life explodes with spelendour,
you must take time to remember
that a sudden surge of wet steam
could devour, at once, your wet dream.
when the trials of severe life
whet your temper like a sharp knife,
you should seek urgent appeasement,
lest you blow your fuming steam vent.
when the motion of the ocean
bends your sweet love and devotion,
let your liquid equilibrium
be the consummate asylum
for the turmoil you are facing.
let the gentle,...
when your life explodes with spelendour,
you must take time to remember
that a sudden surge of wet steam
could devour, at once, your wet dream.
when the trials of severe life
whet your temper like a sharp knife,
you should seek urgent appeasement,
lest you blow your fuming steam vent.
when the motion of the ocean
bends your sweet love and devotion,
let your liquid equilibrium
be the consummate asylum
for the turmoil you are facing.
let the gentle,...
#anger
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#steampunk
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 10:19pm
3rd Feb 2024 10:19pm
Green Cheese
I could get lost in space. Couldn't you?
Just to see beyond the midnight blue?
To listen with oscilloscopic ears
for music from all the well rung spheres,
and survey every crater on the moon
to Saturn and Jupiter's far-flung tune!
I'd fly through every luminous cloud,
(that makes each galaxy astro proud)
on the steampunk aether triplane wings
that angels use with quantum physic strings
for halo headlights through dark matter fog
and a big brain activated Captain's log...
since all those places sound great, to me, ...
Just to see beyond the midnight blue?
To listen with oscilloscopic ears
for music from all the well rung spheres,
and survey every crater on the moon
to Saturn and Jupiter's far-flung tune!
I'd fly through every luminous cloud,
(that makes each galaxy astro proud)
on the steampunk aether triplane wings
that angels use with quantum physic strings
for halo headlights through dark matter fog
and a big brain activated Captain's log...
since all those places sound great, to me, ...
#universe
#steampunk
#scifi
167 reads
11 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 10:34pm
24th Jan 2024 10:34pm
You and Eye got a Screw loose
Whos to say who's the arsonist ?
Who's the accelerant in this pyre?
Maybe it was those green eyes
Gazing within the lunatic asylum
As opposite attractions drawn
Moths dancing the flame
Beneath the spoon
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
Baby I'm not a heroin girl
Cocaine cowbell speed freak
Baby gotta confess
It's oblivion I seek
Hand in hand riding the lighting
Prescription pètes pleasure cruise
All the while pickling a liver...
Who's the accelerant in this pyre?
Maybe it was those green eyes
Gazing within the lunatic asylum
As opposite attractions drawn
Moths dancing the flame
Beneath the spoon
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
Baby I'm not a heroin girl
Cocaine cowbell speed freak
Baby gotta confess
It's oblivion I seek
Hand in hand riding the lighting
Prescription pètes pleasure cruise
All the while pickling a liver...
#lyrics
#steampunk
#PopCulture
257 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 7:59pm
11th Jan 2024 7:59pm
Telescopic Musings
I gazed into the Jovian disk
as one of Galileo's moons
drifted into its glowing form,
melting like butter into a bisque.
Jove broadcasts crackling tunes
formed by some lurking plasma storm;
the vastness of space blocks the sound,
but many planets make noise.
If you're not able to hear
the heavens as they spin around,
in their rotational poise,
then just view them when it is clear;
they pass quickly through the eyepiece
so be sure to pay attention
when compressing your view of space.
Keep your lenses...
as one of Galileo's moons
drifted into its glowing form,
melting like butter into a bisque.
Jove broadcasts crackling tunes
formed by some lurking plasma storm;
the vastness of space blocks the sound,
but many planets make noise.
If you're not able to hear
the heavens as they spin around,
in their rotational poise,
then just view them when it is clear;
they pass quickly through the eyepiece
so be sure to pay attention
when compressing your view of space.
Keep your lenses...
#astronomy
#steampunk
165 reads
0 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Dec 2023 10:31pm
21st Dec 2023 10:31pm
Shooting lines in the arms of a poet
For shits n gigs
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
#motivational
#steampunk
#dystopian #PopCulture
#dystopian #PopCulture
235 reads
1 Comment
PaleSkies
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 7:35pm
10th Nov 2023 7:35pm
No Time For Marconi
Steampunk has gone the way of the dialup,
the bandolier to keep incoming messages,
and space cadets, because angels can't fly.
But, no time for Marconi.
No more electric argyle socks or pet rocks
or a fuselage of an icebox, to self-detox
until the humors of one's phlegm dries up.
A prostitute is a neophyte, a novice of a hummer
with a barcode reader and electromagnetic lips
as her tits remain submersible.
But, no time for Marconi who invented the telegraph.
the bandolier to keep incoming messages,
and space cadets, because angels can't fly.
But, no time for Marconi.
No more electric argyle socks or pet rocks
or a fuselage of an icebox, to self-detox
until the humors of one's phlegm dries up.
A prostitute is a neophyte, a novice of a hummer
with a barcode reader and electromagnetic lips
as her tits remain submersible.
But, no time for Marconi who invented the telegraph.
#steampunk
155 reads
2 Comments
PaleSkies
Poem Published
9th Nov 2023 3:54am
9th Nov 2023 3:54am
It's The Steampunk I Dread
Into the mass of my insanity
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
#dark
#gothic
#steampunk
282 reads
2 Comments
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