Best Trolley Poems

In the heat and rain , upon tracks rusted and bare
A little red trolley sits, remembering former days 
Of horse drawn carriages, filled with new marriages
Of clanging bells and merry people,
Doing chores,or walking into stores 
Rolling hills and long tall steeples
Weathered stones in grass covered...

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I’m a racist shopping trolley, 
I’m proud and happy and clean.
I don’t like hanging around with trolleys rescued from the river, 
Beaten up all rusty, and mouldy, and green.

I’m proud I look after my wheels,
Never crashing into shelves in the store.
I can’t stand those horrible...

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Kukla, Fran and Ollie,
decided to take a trolley,
to visit their sister Molly
and her little girl named Holly

But while they were on the trolley,
a parrot whose name was Polly,
bit the nose of Ollie,
who ran around the trolley,
screaming... by gosh, by gum, by golly,
I'll kill that crazy...

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Like the Sun
a trolley car
Is bound to the tracks

Like the Sun
A trolley car
follows an elliptical path

Like sunflowers
People need the Sun
For life

The Sun journeys on the dark side of things
And the people have no choice but to follow

But I do not follow exactly
I am like a...

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Our lips touch softly
Craving for more
Hugging closely
Not wanting to let go
Needing you so intensely
Holding your body 
Next to mine so tenderly
Glancing into your eyes
Captivates me with an
Overflowing desire
Our sweet trolley
So full of wondrous delight 
Hunger burning
As we lightly touch
Sending each other
Floating away
We lay hypnotised
Snuggled together...

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BACK STORY
Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping order on the bus, like making sure people did not...

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am i too hard on myself?
who is to say, no person
has lived my day.
mind shallow, tired, weak
only enough brain cells for self critique
the reflection is hazy
who is she?
think quickly, look down, shadow ahead is only me
passing windows with blared glass
bad image projected OH! please just...

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Empty Trolley 

The supermarket
Has got its own 
Bell tower
Like a modern church
For capitalism
Hundreds of shops
Selling the obvious
Garish colours
An ice-rink
Many restaurants
Selling
Unhealthy food
There is no art here
Very little to see
If you do not care
About
High heeled shoes 
And burgers...

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The sunrays huddles beneath clouds
Horizon as still night enshrouds.

The busy city starts to sleep
As clouds still continues to weep.

Late-night passerby most gracious
Passengers restlessly anxious.

The evening trolley-car arrives
Passengers bound to their home lives.

Within hearts and life paradise
Fervent souls with their sacrifice.

5/12/2023...

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No matter where I wander
Home is the other way.
Whoever pushes me
Always has a lot to say.
I am just a trolley, no brain, to resist
So why is it that I act as though !?!!
As I have been drinking.
Card around my handle says
Oil me please, for I...

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SUSAN RODE THE TROLLEY TO THE TRAIN TO HOUSTON
 TO BUY A SPECIAL DOLLY

Oh! gee ooh-wee golly, golly;
Rode the tracks of the long trolley;
Little girl named Susan;
Rode the train to Houston;
To toy store purchased a dolly;

    6/19/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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In the morning I wear a head scarf, 
With glasses, I smoke a dart,
I push the tea trolley, with tea and coffee,
And the cookies- a la carte.

By day I’m the invisible woman,
Predictably safe and tame,
But, it’s when the moon comes up, 
That things just aren’t...

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Push my trolley down the hill
Let is crash and see how I feel

Unstable - it’s missing one wheel
It's a thrill – this ride could kill

It’s carrying my life’s clutter
All old and new, even litter

It’s half full or half empty
I don’t care, but some got plenty

So...

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Or translates to "I almost ran out of gas on the trolley today!"
An ode to my day!
On Trolley! New billows sweep thee out
Upward. What wilt thou? Hold that hill, be stout
Gas'st not thy mast
Now rent by stiff South Hill's blast? 
Thy side, of passengers now...

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There was a lady named Polly
                          Oh, , she loved to ride the trolley
      ...

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