Tanka - Steampunk
Out of steam
The boiler is cold
Silent gears
Tell a tale of loss
An empty tank
-07/27/2007
Zero Anon
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Out of steam
The boiler is cold
Silent gears
Tell a tale of loss
An empty tank
-07/27/2007
Zero Anon
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Man apart
No tribe to belong
Only roads
Leading to nowhere
Blacktop salvation
-07/24/2007
Zero Anon
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Wound too tight
For another cup
My souls shaking
-07/24/2007
Zero Anon
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Sun stop Winter blues
The color of souls released
Dancing for the dawn
03/25/2008
Zero Anon
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Taste of age old rust
Bitter flavor on my tongue
I swallow it whole
Thankfull for weathered iron
To feed my gear driven soul
-03/27/2008 Zero Anon
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Dual wheel Anarchy
Twisted throttle, twisted soul
Spun out on the streets
Desperate for salvation
Sung by redline engine howl
03/25/2008
Zero
Anon
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There’s a bat in my house
There are bats in my head
They all want out
I just want it to end
There are bats in my head
Flapping, wildly about
I just want it to end
But, they won’t give it a rest
Flapping, wildly about
On their leathery little wings
They won’t give it a rest
I think they’re driving me mad
On their leathery little wings
They tap out a beat
They’re driving me mad
Crazy with their disco heat
They tap out a beat
These bats in my head
Crazy from their disco heat
Sanities at an end
These bats in my head
Thoughts of a flying mouse
Sanities at its end
Did I mention, I’ve a bat in my house?
-03/25/2008 Zero Anon
My first attempt at this form of poem. I enjoyed trying something a little different.
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Hazy sky tastes grey
Clouds becoming strange faces
Must be drunk again
09/25/2007
Zero Anon
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We are breaking free
From all of the old confines
Weary of the dirt
We are not ready to rest
Rather go shopping instead
-09/14/2007
Zero Anon
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Soft sweet sin, my love
I want you more each moment
That passes without
-1998 Zero Anon
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