Machinery Poems - Poems about Machinery

during elections,polla colla is sprayed people abstains from voting or cast vote to all of the above like putin war machine phantoms defeated in failed state during elections, polla colla is sprayed people abstains from voting or cast vote to none of...Read the rest...

What hallucinations I spy things skeletal defy… Intellectual apes as pale figures conspire expires in the deep dark pools of infinity. Do you, kin? Lost along the way from the Holly Cost? I spy you there...Read the rest...

Of pale melancholy And the infinite fall Of broken machinery Cast upon vast shores Decimation reservation The prodigal son returns Jagged reigns of jaded egos Amber suns stretching upon seas of sanctuary Blue oysters cast a cult...Read the rest...

Imagine a shore stretching to infinity. A Pale thing upon its sand. The ocean water is black Midnight blue depths Of Oblivion. Skeletal hands rake Pale Machinery Melancholy and full of divinity Mechanical parts and bloody ruination of hearts Outer rim of Sapphire...Read the rest...

Of Melancholy and pail machinery in second parts of symmetry Looking over the infinite sea of mercury Long mechanical white lines Its fingers skeletal and bright against the dark indigo night Imagining the world in its infancy Melancholy breeze; mechanical...Read the rest...

How gloomy is the dusky dark! Now deep, deeper, a rusty black, so pale is the newborn thing, Wondering if the blurry night was just a covering…. Pay attention to the magnetic, mechanical, maniacal midnight, Nocturnal at its darkest...Read the rest...

Cyber Sunday Cyber Kraut is served Cyber Baby goes down for a nap Cyber Relief felt by Cyber Mommy Cyber Grandma is Surrounded by Cyber Children Video Monday Video players at the table Video battles, Bow! Bam! Bing! Sing! Video children Video World Video Land No one...Read the rest...

All dressed in matching shirts, belt buckles and ties, The big black boots made from leather, And their pride and joy, sitting upon their head, With the biggest brim, leather strap and a feather. There’s headers and tractors, sprayers...Read the rest...

At the edge of the woods Among the brush I left my machines at home I leave, in my skin, the pus Can't puncture the wound Can't bring myself to the outside So into the wood I'm consumed My machinery is what...Read the rest...

Out of the cold of depression; Into the spring of hope. Coursing by way of incession, Slowly learning to cope. No longer I wait for tomorrow; Screaming and pleading a truce. Gone are the valleys of sorrow, In the mountains I refound...Read the rest...

I feel quiet; most serene- the rage that swells in me subsides... Limpid dreams and silent streams (Eden scenes and sleepy tides) Tranquil themes, untroubled times- patient, placid, peaceful Minds. Unruffled rest, sedated crest; Reconciled determined Rhymes fill my brain with calming cleanse; focused...Read the rest...

Feel like I'm walking on bones that make up me and I'm treated as though I'm machinery. Machinery that needs little to no upkeep and it's not until I stop running that you notice me. You say what's wrong...Read the rest...

Blinking lights, Grey faces worn down by an endless chain of encounters with machines Social life becomes a checkerboard ...Read the rest...