Best Rail Line 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...

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Quiet Please                       ...

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We forage for humanity,
hidden fruits quench our thirst.

Our hunting grounds, old overgrowth forest
just off the rail-line, down the hill to the

river, was a hobo camp...

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Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all…  

Another rainy morning spent staring through
a wiper smeared windshield hoping to
make the next light, no...

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Yes it's true that I have by-gone friends that I once knew.
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Day Sounds

On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere...

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as all the “elected” puppets congregate
with hands tied behind their backs
& marionette strings held in the hands of
corporate america (aka the global corporate),
they edge the...

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I gave it all away for a moment 
I would have done it for a second 
Because the truth us held deep in the mind...

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as soon as the banishment in a forest comes to an end 
all the rain-drops come to the ball-room with unfolded 
umbrellas over their heads...

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At around a quarter passed 6AM from the 2nd floor window,
I inhaled a most lovely view. So, I had to exhale and share with you.
My...

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When need be
violence must be scripted without diction
the whole agly truth must make the pugent
In our world, need I say third
peaceful matching is an obscure...

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"one day you must leave us,"
he was cautioned as a boy-
"to become a student in the city
perchance you should return here
a rich man or a...

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I'm not saying that I was worry-free or not concerned about all those leaves falling from my tree. But I tell you truly that while...

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Beside the rail line and the slum I live
Lonely I'm do not feel alone in life

(Early rising, bathing, having breakfast,
watching TV, having lunch, seeing outside
from...

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Busy path was that
Like before but less walker
Beside the rail line

Grasses are growing
Greenly lives now on that path
Decorating well

At the setting sun
Your spreading two hands...

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