Commute Poems - Poems about Commute

What a two-year period we communicate, it could have been you, yeah, you, Your presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day, you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or 614, To the world of life, revived and anew. For two good years, you invigorated me, With witty and easy-going conversations, Talking to you brought charm and cheer,...

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Second class carriage, in the second class train, Second class passengers all shuffling their feet, Trains late again as they walk through the rain, Train company says there is no need to explain. Work, work we just need to get to work, Mustn't be late, we can't be seen to shirk, Money, money just got to make money, The more that I...

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Man meets Woman Saw each other as just another commuter Average straphangers They weren’t expecting romance Subway ride through the love tunnel Suddenly a change of pace Rush hour minute Usual crowd As the Man and Woman were pinned together on a crowded subway train This is where the subway romance began to build up Eye to Eye facing each other The man kiss to the...

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the bridge is biggest when large rain comes down to kill wet wheels wishing life...

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I wonder what it would be like to have a removable headstone, to have my own portable waymark for this ever passing world. Stuck in heavy triadic the road slithers slowly forward on my wet surface. I am the traffic I move through. I am driven to a small park. where children are running around in a circle while a stationary adult watches. If I could,...

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He had to queue to wake up, there were a lot of people ahead of him. Some carried their beds on their shoulders dreams wrapped tightly between rocking scapular. Some are clearly sleeping now they must have slipped through at the end of a drowsy fantasy. Eventually his body shuffled into the world but by then h had forgotten where in the world he belonged. H had to pick up...

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I Wet sky, I Must greet morning Rewards my eye Flying beings swarming II Birds, bats, locusts? Suddenly swarms sundered - Sundered by Comorants Usual places wet None for drying Winged variety morning Commuting to feed As employees do Routines go on Beautiful -- wet, too...

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each ant scurries the melodrama plays on directed misdirection the constant hurry nor rhyme nor reason rules the roost when whirl and bump are what's produced...

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As I traversed beneath the early morning glow- With cotton candy skies illuminating the beginning hours-- I found my heart calling to your in the midst of the beauty, Begging to bask in its glory with you by my side....

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The winter darkness falls before the day Has run its course, long ere the eyes of those Who labor seek surcease from weariness. The home-bound traffic winds its halting way Beneath the moon-bound Evening Star and slows— A mess. And so I sit with promises to keep, Ensnarled within a concrete wilderness As news and music streams from radios. At last the exit home—to...

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I had to queue to wake up, there were a lot of people ahead of me. Some carried their beds on their shoulders dreams wrapped tightly between rocking shoulder blades. Some are clearly sleeping now they must have slipped through at the end of a drowsy fantasy. Eventually my body shuffles into the world but by then I had forgotten what ‘the world’ means. I had to...

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Eavesdrop into my ear the sweet nectar that I hear Who did what to whom? I need to know how this ends It fulfils me I'll just sit and listen, don't you worry for I wont intrude I hear subtle tones of welcoming for which you elude to I'll steal your stories as I steal glances Hoarding them I work alone though...

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The hot and packed train is our daily routine, The suited grey workers completing the scene, Ruefully contemplating their daily grind, With blank and grey faces and blank and grey minds. Around in the carriage you hear the feint sounds, Of headphones and stereos dotted around, A lone woman's voice can be heard down the aisle, As she loudly makes statements...

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This morning as I was driving to work A car passed by that was driven by a jerk. He flew by me and then cut in front, But I didn’t care much for his little stunt. I dare not honk in this day and age; He might just shoot me to show his rage; Nor show my displeasure by flashing my...

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Daily drive fraught with stress One wrong move what a mess Looking left, looking right Praying neither will bring fright All seems clear, so off we go Straight and fast, avoiding foe All strapped in and knuckles white Let him pass! Avoid the fight Can't make trouble, no friend is near Don't you know we're not wanted here? Was that a shot? Stoke the Fire!...

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