Boxcars Poems - Poems about Boxcars

...Travel once on a haunted train, a taste may make you lose your mind; Railroad tracks leave the world behind dismantled boxcars keep rolling; Phantom mouths continue screaming, they show you tic......Read the rest...

..."Got your fluff again" (for purpose of this poem pronounce last word uh gain). The missus uttered aforementioned phrase as she pulled a clump of my hair from out the clogged shower drain for......Read the rest...

...Crowd of entertainment, chapeaux and gowns, of Renoirs,** not unlike the expansive midnight sky brimming with stars. Capture of long ago memories, like lightning bugs in jars. Knee deep, flood ......Read the rest...

...Icy blue water showing through thin ice Train crossing on the bridge high above On silver tracks worn slick with the years, The trestle creaking, boxcars screeching One after another ......Read the rest...

...A sunset with shades of orange and pink An evening so clear with bright stars An open, soft field to enjoy the dark night A freight train with empty boxcars A beach stretched with sand of vivid......Read the rest...

...In nineteen forty four on the third of September Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember It was the date of the last train to Auschwitz in Poland From Westerbork transit camp in the Ned......Read the rest...

...Choose moment foiled Over moment gone or none. Penance paid all bard alas anon. Bars of boxcars rolling down Canals of clotted wax; These are the facts As I know them to be; Sum total me. ......Read the rest...

...Once lit by flickering torch light with animal tallow mixed with ocher daubed on subterranean rock walls now lit by streetlights or LED headlamp slashes of spray paint and magic markers splatt......Read the rest...

...A funny thing happened to or with me this morning during the 11 O'clock hour. During the few moments that I was watering our lemon tree, a train went back. This was the Amtrak and not the commercial ......Read the rest...

...Looking back helplessly at every foible like Epimetheus. Born like a weed in the steamy morning, I was an aimless crude creature spinning flamboyant cobwebs like a confident fool. I slathered ......Read the rest...

...Nuremberg, Nuremberg, I’ve done nothing wrong only followed orders, the children only song. First it was the word, next it was the book then it was history, surreptitiously they took. From a ch......Read the rest...

...my locomotive pulls you with you at the end a red caboose steamingly blowing my whistle......Read the rest...

... “50 Words for Poe: Automata” Haunted eyes of an automaton the monkey grinds his music outside the Magic Theatre Harry looks on "For Mad......Read the rest...

...Shoes Thousands of them Old and shriveled up like prunes Worn leather with no luster Shoes Walked in by men Men of the past who died in a scream One loud scream One deafening sound An echo......Read the rest...

...How did this happen? Only a year ago... Laughing, loving, living. Sudden Occupation by men with evil intent. Cast into boxcars like animals. Assaulted and beaten by soldiers. Unable to stand,......Read the rest...