Best Tunnels Poems

On trains
             on trains
                        trains that travel through tunnels of...

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come, 
my darling

grab your desires
   put on your dreams 

let's build a wall 
together, you and I, 
alongside the border
between the time zones
some will call it pure insanity

to find nothing but each other 
in tunnels we'll later dig
under that same wall
as we escape...

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On trains that travel through tunnels of ambiguity.
The motion of the wheels meld into the subconscious.
A commuter routine of blood sweat and ignorance.
Outside fragmented windows stand the borders of disease.
A chaotic jumble of envy and spiritless ineptitude.
Roll into the station whilst time grinds still.
Tickets to...

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With a screech like an owl that lives in the park;
It moves like a shadow from out of the dark.
While repeating the stories that come to their ears;
There in the tunnel a vision appears.
Running like rodents, scrambling for cheese;
They repeat all their stories like a...

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Tunnels we all live in, like rodents. 
Small or                         big, wide or
narrow,         ...

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Iron monsters
with bearded men astride,
stir a whirlwind
crashing past me howling warnings
then evanesce into silence.

A man dressed
like an angel
concludes by saying, "take care"
before sallying forth 
down the long cement block corrider.

I walk through the tunnel,
surrounded by multicolored tubes.
Figures in uniforms grow near then diminish
into vanishing point
entrances...

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The tunnels on Elizabeth street.



Working for 20 hours straight, feet in pain, body bruised, hands cut up, shoes ruined

the rest of New York will never see the early blue morning

walking homes cause the cabs are not in service, buses are but not enough change

behind the...

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The light at the end of my tunnel was merely a lamp plugged into the wall; sitting juxtaposed on the hard cement floor. I took a seat next to it, letting my skin absorb it's small cloud of light. In my head I knew that...

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Stones which were laid centuries ago line our path
The past comes alive once more in these stones
Millenia have passed since these stones were laid 
One can almost feel the sweat and toil it took to lay them
The years have changed us
But some things remain unchnaged
The...

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The beginning is the same as the end. 
Coming into this place, waiting to transcend. 
We come out of our mother's womb, 
seeing if we get that chance to bloom. 

No matter if you believe or are existential, 
We will always try to be the...

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way down deep
in the tunnels of my soul
hide the thoughts and feelings
that I have never shown

like a vortex in the ocean
with no ending it begins
circling always circling
as my mind continues to spin

as the hands sweep on a clock
I try to brush them all aside
they keep...

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Tunneling through nightscapes,
weightless moon doll escapes. 
Collapsing space-time,
the pages and pages,
of fluttering windblown stages
in quantum nonlocality,
a graphic novel engages.
	
Burrowing through dystopian nocturne,
the night traffic gives us heartburn.
In magical claytronics, everyone is reassembled,
reincarnated by cosmic consciousness,
a karmic cautiousness, a persistence of
endless distance but finite parallel.
We see...

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The moon shone on the water
Dyed ochre by the iron mines. 
Centuries of men have toiled 
In trenches and in chines. 
Carving through the sheer rock face
To tunnel under hills
Canals to link the land of wealth
To the cities of the mills. 
Airless channels deep below
While...

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concrete existence

echo in emptiness as

the night turns powdered steel rouge

lost in the labyrinth

passage in shadows of deep tones



8/14/2019



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