Best Rail Poems

A little girl
She comes to a land of ghosts
Almost empty streets
She wonders
Where are all the people
No one here looks like her
Within her heart
Emotions stir

It is so cold
Foreign 
Lonely
Where oh where, is the mountain of gold
Her mom and dad they are so bold
Pioneers
Adventures
People of action
Not of words

Hong Kong 
Left behind
A new future to find
They endured the...

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rusty rails touching 
    a salty handcar within 
the kingly elk's plain


rusty rails
    salty handcar
camera obscura...

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Twas a little piece of heaven in a bigger spot of hell,
Nestled in the bosom of the Sierra Nevadas.
I wasn't sure just what planet I had just landed on,
An alien invader in a strange mountain fold.
Oh, they looked at us with those skeptical stares,
Knowing full well their way of life there was to end someday.
But...

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Of warm tiny tears; twas a long night....
Baby swept away amid taunting gray as grim
Photographic images their dreamscapes montrous
Montage bold yet cold, this shivering plight: black pearls
Coloured stones mortified his mosaic an albatros in timeless gales
Insidious insomnia; insolent's ancient anthology spreading wide these wings
Posed a verse her phantom's hearse Pompeii ? Whispering winds awaken the...

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By way of Amtrak we journeyed slowly but surely from Sacramento to Chicago.  We departed Monday morning July 21st at the scheduled time of 11:09 am.  From that moment on, one could feel that the words “on time” would elude us in the least and never be heard again at best.  I...

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An old rail fence lingers by the meadow
Humbled by the toll of seasons spent
Posts erect, still standing at attention
Arms outstretched, embracing that which was
Many years ago...

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Gypsy of the Railways

I march to a different drummer
My life it is my own
I'm an explorer of experience
That is how I'm known

I've seen snow in South Dakota
I've been on the Vegas strip
Had barbeque in Kansas
My life has been a trip

I'm a gypsy of the railways
I'm a legend in my time
I move on in a boxcar
Brother......

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All night I travel, in a dream…
asleep since midnight - plus sixteen.
A ghost train’s whistle, softly drawn
through orange-black at cusp of dawn.
The phantom locomotive chugs
with each and every stroke,
then crests the hill, going faster still,
churning out black ash and smoke.
From this smoke cloud falls a raindrop
though some might disagree,
say it’s called a devil’s teardrop,
but knowing...

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pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
insignias

these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks
strolling main road home or to that gleaming rail
that provided a town’s livelihood

my grandfather worked that rail and...

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Do you hear the devil's laughter?
low within the marsh waters
rustling high the tree tops
Answer not with prayer
but within a smirk of doubt
Don't tilt the boat least you fall in
and a fat gator eats you alive for lunch
Or an angry snapping turtle bites a hunk of flesh off your hide
shoot them copperheads with a bb gun
Silence...

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Passing by the Moss Covered Rail Tides

The sound of the flowing water
Eases my stressed mind
As it rolls over the rocks
Passing by the moss covered rail tides
It flows so smoothly
So free
No concern for its destination 
Flowing along so freely
To a place it does not know 
Though anxious to arrive
I envy its freedom 
Its smooth flowing way
For...

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Jim hares out of his cottage
into the busy streets.
He has bags clung to his back
and his arms.
In a beautiful yellowish cardigan,
he is clad in
and a rocky pair of boots to fit.
"Where is Jim headed?",
asked Mrs Bishopton.
"He is up to catch a train to Yorkshire",
replied Mr. Wellington.
There at the rail station, Jim sits.
Seated also by the...

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Thoughts On The Rail


I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!

I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!

May...

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My grandpa built a split rail fence. 
He did the best he could.
He hand-dug every post hole, 
Sweat and muscle, rough-hewn wood.
Didn’t compromise his standards, 
He was sure to do it right.
He made it bull strong, horse high and hog tight.

The carnival just came to town, 
Its gaudy midway, too.
Don’t favor taking chances, 
But I’ll...

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The hoot of the train was shrill enough to bring me back to my consciousness, 
With eyes half shut I could see the sunrise albeit my body was in oppressive soreness. 
Thankful was I that the night was over, 
And a ray of hope was now surely closer. 
For I was made to flung a...

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