Best Tunnel Poems

Graffiti frames a tunneled tomb, beneath the city's core
where writings stretch upon the wall in dialects profaned
A hallmark and a tell-tale sign, but somehow, no one sees
Unspoken fears have set apart the lives that mingle here 

In every shade the masses grow, and mingle side...

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The silence that's before us is a patent lie
For when you see behind the mask
There is darkness is those eyes

He says come take the high road
With his gracious and his meek
But down into a tunnel
His image has to sneak

I don't paint a picture
I don't wish...

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Ready or not
can't escape this ride
or the escalating surge
as the body leaves the pride
without a last word ...
traveling swiftly
through inky darkness
toward a brillant light
off in the distance ...
no more tears, no fright
flying ever forward
where the brightness begins
to take up my life
and the tunnel of love
removes...

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                         Thoughts and words cannot be reconciled
              ...

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A beautiful tunnel of beautiful tree’s
Walking together beneath these blossom scenes
Hand in hand girl we walk together
Petals of pink blow across like feathers
Such an amazing colourful place
Beginning of Autumn shines on your face
Romance in the air for us to share
When you look at me I...

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"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for a swim, and then have a fine lunch,
And would return refreshed and happier, we had a hunch.

So, we headed for...

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On a cold Winter day, the couple went for a walk.
Shelby and Andrew held hands, and their talk
soon turned to starting a family. Shelby wanted
children, but Andrew's smile disappeared, daunted
by her eagerness since they married two years ago.
"Slow down, Shelby. I thought we'd take it...

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her tunnel vision
let her see only his wealth
and his handsome face

in a tunnel she lies dead -
victim of the rage he hid



Jan. 28, 2021
for Kai Michael Neumann's Murder In The Tunnel Poetry Contest...

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RAY OF HOPE IN TUNNEL

The sun behind the charcoal cloud pierces a hole
Light streaks of the tunnel strike the forest canopy
Layers of leaves hold them in fraction not the whole
Make the trunks of the cold trees warm and happy.

The foliage splits the rays in tangled...

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From a developing land
The body shakes 
Trembling in ancestral amber 
Swirling and flowing 
It must penetrate the light
Its destiny is that light
Away from the closing space
Mother-bound
Nourishing and holding

But then they come
Proclaiming and brandishing 
Curled tightly in this place
Hiding and frightening 
The amber turns to mud
Green...

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The tunnel is long and musty with water dripping from the wall
Into murky puddles where pavement is slippery and easy to fall
It is cold and empty with a lingering stench in thick, heavy, air
The dark figure follows me, bearing down, with a penetrating stare
I move...

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We set the dials
The men in white
To send our agent 
To the light

Switches click
Red glowing lamps
And needles swing
To show the amps

The clock it winds
As time descends
From present day
To make amends

A tweak to fate
A gentle nudge
When current outcomes
Fail to budge

To set things straight
To fix the error
And...

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Pain
Can be
Traveled through
Maybe anger
Maybe many tears
Leading to a clearing
At the end of a tunnel
Released from the depth of your soul
It will bring healing, after its toll
For the next tunnel that you may go through

Heidi Sands

10/4/23...

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those two months that i pretended you were dead
i was too

now we sit 
like our bodies do not need to play each others

you are just the kind of boy that breathes beautiful
like it's easy
you shove your fingers down my throat to stop my screaming
and i...

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In heat
the pulse of your streets.

I've heard the crack
of hard political whips
that pinch the air.

Cores of human topography,
your aging neighborhoods.

Your people kick cans
counting gravel like jewels,

while chiselers roast dogs
in the courthouse.

Swine flu kills
the papers.

And already the sky is
feverish.

In your train tunnels
a violinist plays pianissimo. 
I've...

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