Steampunk Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#steampunk
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 4:49am
17th Jan 2021 4:49am
MORBID DARKNESS
MORBID DARKNESS
WRITTEN BY NANCY RDZ LL
1-16-21
Morbid darkness to its true evil state of aggression.
The credible state of expression
A lost soul within a black cat
That always looks back
Cause it never shirks where it started at
It'll haunt and taunt what it wants to harm
But...
Don't be surprised,
If you wake with deep scratches on your arm
"Remember," not to feel alarmed....
hahaha...
No where could you ever hide
But...
WRITTEN BY NANCY RDZ LL
1-16-21
Morbid darkness to its true evil state of aggression.
The credible state of expression
A lost soul within a black cat
That always looks back
Cause it never shirks where it started at
It'll haunt and taunt what it wants to harm
But...
Don't be surprised,
If you wake with deep scratches on your arm
"Remember," not to feel alarmed....
hahaha...
No where could you ever hide
But...
#nightmares
#steampunk
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God-Is-In-The-Rain
Gregory Rain
Gregory Rain
Poem Published
12th Aug 2020 9:04pm
12th Aug 2020 9:04pm
Mechanics Prayer
concrete hills and rainbow pills
mind's just husk the body fills
copper vines on stainless pines
waves of ash with asbestos signs
plastic reefs and golden leaves
bend under the misty breeze
there rose from brass is hissing sass
on things that come and quickly pass
so my friends; once our shift ends
and rust will ask US out to dance
we'll turn to dust along our past
but others will do what we must
Let's sing our prayers, let's sing our praise
so they will ours, so next will theirs
to pipes and beams - the veins...
mind's just husk the body fills
copper vines on stainless pines
waves of ash with asbestos signs
plastic reefs and golden leaves
bend under the misty breeze
there rose from brass is hissing sass
on things that come and quickly pass
so my friends; once our shift ends
and rust will ask US out to dance
we'll turn to dust along our past
but others will do what we must
Let's sing our prayers, let's sing our praise
so they will ours, so next will theirs
to pipes and beams - the veins...
#steampunk
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scarletegret
Sasha Fenn
Sasha Fenn
Poem Published
15th Jul 2020 9:19pm
15th Jul 2020 9:19pm
Bridgemind
You pick your way carefully across the scoria and anthracite, the relay weighing heavily on your back, playing havoc with your center of gravity.
“You're almost into the deadfield.” says Majinn. “You remember your programming?”
A bit of coal crumbles into a silent drift down the hill behind you, where your hivemates, two hundred and fifty-five strong, march in slow, small beats.
“Synthia?”
“Yeah, Majinn. I copy.” You reach the summit, looking out across the dregs of the Greasemarsh. “I can see the hovercraft from here. Looks bigger than you...
“You're almost into the deadfield.” says Majinn. “You remember your programming?”
A bit of coal crumbles into a silent drift down the hill behind you, where your hivemates, two hundred and fifty-five strong, march in slow, small beats.
“Synthia?”
“Yeah, Majinn. I copy.” You reach the summit, looking out across the dregs of the Greasemarsh. “I can see the hovercraft from here. Looks bigger than you...
#prose
#steampunk
#scifi
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Feb 2020 3:18pm
9th Feb 2020 3:18pm
My Mechanical Heart
I think it was circa eighteen forty something,
When I woke up from the operating table,
The good doctor told me “Congratulations!
Now you can do anything if you’re willing and able.”
I gazed around the operating room,
Which looked like a watch maker’s workstation,
I thought the man was more of a mad scientist,
A nihilist when he told me I was his latest creation.
“I’ve given you something special” he said,
“You can have a long, long life if you desire,
You are unique in many ways but don’t forget,
To wind your gears...
When I woke up from the operating table,
The good doctor told me “Congratulations!
Now you can do anything if you’re willing and able.”
I gazed around the operating room,
Which looked like a watch maker’s workstation,
I thought the man was more of a mad scientist,
A nihilist when he told me I was his latest creation.
“I’ve given you something special” he said,
“You can have a long, long life if you desire,
You are unique in many ways but don’t forget,
To wind your gears...
#love
#loneliness
#science #steampunk
#science #steampunk
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gonezalo
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 4:45am
15th Sep 2019 4:45am
cold or not, god is present
springing from one base to next,
sunday weather played tag with me
flitting up sunnyside
as mist turned to showers
i squirreled beneath
douglas fir and concrete
shivered off wet opals
from my arm hairs
as gusts susurrated
around corners and branches,
the laughs of low clouds
who knew they won.
“haha, it got ya;
that’s portland for ya—
no one expects it,”
he said, an untucked prussian shirt,
buscemi smile, horseshoe of whiskers
harnessed to his scalp
by an unshaven...
sunday weather played tag with me
flitting up sunnyside
as mist turned to showers
i squirreled beneath
douglas fir and concrete
shivered off wet opals
from my arm hairs
as gusts susurrated
around corners and branches,
the laughs of low clouds
who knew they won.
“haha, it got ya;
that’s portland for ya—
no one expects it,”
he said, an untucked prussian shirt,
buscemi smile, horseshoe of whiskers
harnessed to his scalp
by an unshaven...
#steampunk
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gonezalo
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 11:06am
7th Sep 2019 11:06am
empathy
on knee-high stone wall
a patient with bandaged leg
sits, crutches in hand,
watching a pigeon hopping
at his feet, its one stump raised.
a patient with bandaged leg
sits, crutches in hand,
watching a pigeon hopping
at his feet, its one stump raised.
#steampunk
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gonezalo
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 7:42am
22nd Aug 2019 7:42am
commute
the 3 groans to a stop
at jefferson & 9th
takes a long drag of its e-cig caternary
in front of the trauma center
the collonade of passengers
in the middle aisle
parts
and, between their sagged
shoulders
glossy
eyes and half-shut eyelids
their bodies swaying
waves coming ashore
only to be
dragged
hissing
back into the sea,
steps through a 30-something moses...
at jefferson & 9th
takes a long drag of its e-cig caternary
in front of the trauma center
the collonade of passengers
in the middle aisle
parts
and, between their sagged
shoulders
glossy
eyes and half-shut eyelids
their bodies swaying
waves coming ashore
only to be
dragged
hissing
back into the sea,
steps through a 30-something moses...
#steampunk
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 6:29pm
13th Feb 2019 6:29pm
locomotion
(relic)
muse
of the
museum
elegant
white
elephant
brain
drain
train
remnant speck
for new
spectators
commotion
without
emotion
busted
and rusted
notion
without devotion
gone loco
without motion
muse
of the museum
sick muse
without music...
© Copyright 2019 February 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
muse
of the
museum
elegant
white
elephant
brain
drain
train
remnant speck
for new
spectators
commotion
without
emotion
busted
and rusted
notion
without devotion
gone loco
without motion
muse
of the museum
sick muse
without music...
© Copyright 2019 February 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#steampunk
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Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
5th Feb 2019 5:02am
5th Feb 2019 5:02am
Steam Punk 2
Steam Punk 2
#culture
#technology
#gothic #steampunk
#gothic #steampunk
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gonezalo
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 8:23am
21st Nov 2018 8:23am
the November Sounder
a foot of snow,
some rain
descending from a cloudy sky
year-round would’ve been
easy
i could hole myself up
in a four-walled trench
and wait it
out
write letters
home;
eat 3 meals,
drink water too,
shower once;
talk myself through
the
process,
mull how clocks have hands,
the chairs backs, walls ears,
maybe stuff some stuffed
animals I’d named
in my pocket
to keep company
never again have to worry
about
a beautiful day,
a pleasant retreat, ...
some rain
descending from a cloudy sky
year-round would’ve been
easy
i could hole myself up
in a four-walled trench
and wait it
out
write letters
home;
eat 3 meals,
drink water too,
shower once;
talk myself through
the
process,
mull how clocks have hands,
the chairs backs, walls ears,
maybe stuff some stuffed
animals I’d named
in my pocket
to keep company
never again have to worry
about
a beautiful day,
a pleasant retreat, ...
#steampunk
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
30th May 2018 6:07am
30th May 2018 6:07am
Mammoth Astrogation .
( The Steampunk Journals )
Babbage-Engine-Entry 1001
Cat-Lap
Tick tock, tickety tock
it's no skilamalink
steam be bellowing
over our chronological clock
Awaiting hands
of copper fame
to reside at six
and twelve, again
Let lubricants
fuel gears, grinding cogs
accross the blind face
of alternative history's grace
Steam for brew
beans to grind
with enthusimuzzy, the barrister
furnishing the perfect trend
Ace-high...
Babbage-Engine-Entry 1001
Cat-Lap
Tick tock, tickety tock
it's no skilamalink
steam be bellowing
over our chronological clock
Awaiting hands
of copper fame
to reside at six
and twelve, again
Let lubricants
fuel gears, grinding cogs
accross the blind face
of alternative history's grace
Steam for brew
beans to grind
with enthusimuzzy, the barrister
furnishing the perfect trend
Ace-high...
#steampunk
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slipalong
Poem Published
28th May 2018 9:16am
28th May 2018 9:16am
The engine house
the engine house it stands deserted
the stack is toppled
the smoke has vanished
but its industry is not diminished
the smell of grease and oil pervade
the monsters of a bygone age
the dragons hiss of steam
a beast that toiled that drama now recalled
the barrister looked on appalled
his time also time had spoiled
the needles quiver on the pressure gauge
his boiler pipes the governor rings
what was the message carried here
had he undermined them so
nose to the wheel the cogs must turn
a head of steam...
the stack is toppled
the smoke has vanished
but its industry is not diminished
the smell of grease and oil pervade
the monsters of a bygone age
the dragons hiss of steam
a beast that toiled that drama now recalled
the barrister looked on appalled
his time also time had spoiled
the needles quiver on the pressure gauge
his boiler pipes the governor rings
what was the message carried here
had he undermined them so
nose to the wheel the cogs must turn
a head of steam...
#dirty
#steampunk
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