Best Express Train Poems
Poetry Soup Express Train
All aboard on the Poetry Soup Express Train
Beautiful people from all over the world to read
Comments galore, to please and tantalize one's eyes
Dreams and words can bring you so much joy and views
Excellent people and so much more, if you let yourself open
Forever leave a kind word or two then others will also comment too
Generous hearts and reading Gary Bateman’s, very giving enterprise
How so many people can make someone's day so happy with glee
Initially entertaining and so much more which stays in the groove
Jumping Jack Flash (Jack Ellison) and Jan Allison and John Wulf will give you great laughter
Keeping all the women's hearts glowing with so much grand pride
Lyric Man will sing many demure tunes of song to captivate
Meaningful words for all poetry souper's and poets to read for years to come
Nothing seems brighter than reading great poems, sonnets, and lyrics
Often in life reading can open so many brightened doors
Perception, opportunity and knowing you can make someone's day brighter
Quickly we can all make a difference in someone's life so much happier
Reaching out into the great unknown and letting people in
Savoring every precious word, moment with a giving positive attitude
Tenderly taking and making magical moments survive
Unity among all people in Poetry Soup can make a big difference
Vowing never to under-estimate someone's pride of heritage
Walking every step in life and wishing someone else to have a great day, sending
X-rated knowledge to enter and entertain the depth of their hearts
Yearning to learn and accept others even when peer pressure exists
Zealously we'll all make a difference just letting love open those closed doors.
Written: Aug. 13, 2015
Humming Bird
A fleeting moment in time,
Is all I need for this rhyme,
Perhaps 10 minutes, no more
Sit in your armchair, close your eyes,
And to your utmost surprise,
Your life flashes past like an express train,
Happy moments with unimaginable joy,
Horribly sad ones, like the day
I lost my baby boy.
Where does each year go, life is greedy,
And definitely always needy,
Progress demands youth takes over the reins,
What will become of us,
Next week you or I are forty,
And in a decade we will be fifty,
Birthday cards sent to us,
Inappropriately witty,
You’re on the downhill now sis or bro,
You have to settle for second best,
Along with all of the rest.
You work you slog, but at sixty five
You are retired, what to do with each day,
Such a drag, but we all love poetry,
So we will never be solitary.
Soon we will be 3 score year and ten,
Our lifetime over, says The Book of Psalms
Psalm 90 verse 10, this is an older translation.
Today’s verse 10, has been adapted
Into many a version.
We wonder, how did we become so vulnerable,
We reach eighty,
And then ninety,
We could have dementia, our minds quite muddled
The way forward, every day a sad venture,
Or we could be arthritic or have Parkinson’s,
Chronic pneumonia, had an accident and
Broke our back,
At this age the cards stack,
Against us.
One day we can’t breath, rushed to hospital,
The family, children and grandchildren abound
No regrets, life has been profound,
We heave an accepting sigh,
As a tear rolls down from our eye,
Have we any regrets, is this that
Moment in time, you, means all of us,
And we and us, means as it does,
So you, us and we,
Means also my and me.
My husband, also sick, whispers, let go
My love, I’ll see you soon.
He lies next to me,
I feel cold, the clock strikes three,
It is mid afternoon,
Finally, my spirit leaves my spent body,
Hovering above my bed,
I wish I could tell them hey, stop crying,
Life is a journey,
And so is dying.
Like sounds
Of dew on grass
Descended the dense dusk
The flock of black geese returned home
White peace
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28 May 2017 for John Anderson's
Cinquain Express Train Contest
as dark
clouds cumulate
sol goes into hiding
until betrayed by a silver
lining
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Contest: Cinquain Express Train
Sponsor: John Anderson
Placed 1st
© 30th May 2017
Ticket booth requests destination
manually I type your name,
a mathematical equation
couldn't convince me to abstain,
Catching despair in my reflection
streetlights flounce, dreary windowpanes
tracking raindrops with affection,
pining for your embrace, once again
Traveling express train to heaven
station platforms, fleeting by
mimicking photographs in my mind,
camera rolls, flicker the sky
From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a ceasefire.
From river to the sea, Palestine is on the brink, like an express train to unspeakable tragedy befalling a whole nation, slated for extinction.
History's marching backward, to Rwanda and Auschwitz, a clever strategem for land without its original people, invaded by European settlers citing holy book to lay their claims, like Spanish conquistadors, proclaiming an "empty continent."
From river to the sea, a nation rises and put down like new Spartacus, mutinous against their slavery, and the new King Cnut desperately summoning the waves for Eretz Israel, with no more checkpoints and separation walls; they're only needed for an apartheid state.
From river to the sea, priceless treasures, highlighting architectural ensembles of centuries, buried under the chorus 'finish them,' finish them all, old, young, women, children, their animals too. The magic of land that spawned world religions suddenly has dwindled to a trickle of humanity, the catharsis of a crisis of spirit, shutting down conscience, and soon new settler homes shall be built on tower of skulls, with Gaza's unwelcome beaches available to western tourists again, offering kayakers great thrills at discounted prices, with its banks lined with daffodils and new palm trees, so the pleasure boats can anchor for a day to take advantage of the whirlpools of new resorts with a big sign, no Palestinian allowed.
From river to the sea, the light glows within the dispossessed, and with each martyr, their spirit of resistance blooms, and the saga lingers: Palestine will be free, and Jews and Muslims shall live together in peace.
Railway journeys
Lost are travel times,
Dressed in best for the wedding,
Took an express train,
Landed up with soot on clothes,
And coal flakes in silky hair !!
Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7
Written Jan 22nd, 2015
For contest "Railway journeys" by Shadow Hamilton
Woman
Vain, visceral,
Temptress, shrewish, fickle,
beguiling, bewitching, winsome
Woos man.
~Contset: A Brian Strand, 4 or 5 line Poetry - Cinquain.
~05/26/17
~ Cinquain Express Train contest by John Anderson.
With a loud hoot it alerted, with resounding clangs it boomed
The people were informed, that it had arrived
A lot in its stomach it carried,from far away it transported
To the city it headed,when all at the station boarded
The Express Train was soon gone.
A Journey North
Trees are everywhere.
Gardens, wet grass, dew,
Weeds to pull, how I hate plants.
I am seated on an express train,
I see a group of East Indians in the rows seats laughing.
We make a stop near a café,
I am hungry.
The ash from the Indian’s cigarette-
Goodness almost went into my eyes.
It’s early September, and
I can’t comprehend the Russian language.
Or why anybody would want to take themselves to church on a Sunday?
Floating
Knocking in mind
Memories of the past
Blowing them with a goodbye
Ever
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For Cinquain Express Train Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Anderson
5-26-2017
I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not
there
And then I remember,
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
I will sleep no more tonight
In the morning I stumble out of bed, not thinking I call your name
And then I remember
I go to the bathroom, no more the clean order of a woman’s touch
But instead the chaotic disorder of the single man
And then I remember
At breakfast I automatically set two cups, milk in both, sweetener in one
And then I remember
For you it’s just another day but for me it’s as if I am trapped in a time warp
I eat my breakfast as if in a trance
And I taste nothing,
I drink my tea and stare out of the window
But I see nothing
Except in the deepest corners of my mind
You are still hear with me
I can see your face and I can smell you perfume
Your laughter fills my heart with joy
And once again I look into your beautiful brown eyes
And I see again the great love and a deep passion in your soul
I reach out my hand to touch your cheek
My fingers brush your dark silken hair
You speak my name
Suddenly I feel your soft touch on my arm
And suddenly I am back and you are gone,
And then I remember
I must pull myself together
I must try to go on
They say time heels, they say the pain will subside
They say stop thinking of yourself
Think of your child
Words are cheap when you don’t have to pay
And then I remember
She looks deep into my eyes, and I see her mother’s love
I see her mother’s passion for life
I reach out and touch her dark silken hair;
And then she speaks my name,
And then I remember
Please god let me forget, just for a moment
Just for a while
Just let my child once again see me smile
Form:
You lie
so frequently
you now believe every
syllable that flows from your lips
is true
Cinquain Express Train Contest
Sponsored by John Anderson
checked with how many syllables
05~30~17
Yin and Yang
To live
Among heathens
Every saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
So love
Cinquain Express Train Contest
Sponsored by John Anderson
May 30, 2017
Excited faces looking out,
Views through mountain pass,
Laughter and joy,
Winter trips,
Snow plow pushes through,
Long journey ahead,
Orient express train speeds,
Onward through blizzards,
Fast and furious,
Unstoppable!
People chatting,
Without a care,
Unaware!
Phantom ride to scare,
Strange things occur,
Ghost waiter’s serve,
But were things as seen,
With excellent cuisine,
Finest champagne,
Cocktails and drinks,
Selections to tempt,
Indulgences,
Delicious to the eye,
Caviar!
Hypnotized,
All a lie!
Disguise,
Unbelievable in dream,
Twelve o’clock scream,
Moonlit realities,
What the hell!
Scary noises from tracks,
Haunting attacks,
Awaking from sleep,
Escape from this creep,
Ghost train in motion,
Haunted powered locomotion.
Emergency stop cord pulled.
Into the winter wilderness,
People run.
31/12/2016