Commuter Poems - Poems about Commuter

You've seen the sunlight now you mask your pride Friends tell you where to go Keep on a straight line peaceful shades of green strides past you There's a commuter strip demur back to cover hes read his Daily Mail the burglued fox languishes Making sense of the passing years Lost in a wherewithal Is it time to change ? to purify your soul or cry to the...

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You see the sunlight amongst the scree There was a man who couldn't tell me anything Where there was once the comfort of the evenings telegraph line he runs wild amongst shops turned into flatlets Keep on a straight line he has changed his mind where once basson roamed he guesses himself unfree fortitude follows the wind ...

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My constant friend, The invisible commuter. She’s always there: On my phone and my computer. Siri’s her name; She always perks up at my voice. I’d shut her down, But she’d lose agency and choice. Besides, I fear That Amazon will flood my house. Or even worse, She’ll share our secrets with my spouse! ————— (For the “Let’s Explore Digital Technology” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Simon Rogerson 2/8/2022) ...

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As flowers fill with summer rain Commuters board their rush hour train Oblivious to all they see They must get home in time for tea Reflecting on their busy day Decisions seldom go their way The simple things that mean a lot Just too busy – Now forgot Magic times remain unseen Now blinded by their dull routine Tomorrows dreams stay in...

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They are looking out tiny boxes traveling toward the city from the suburbs wearing tennis shoes on their tired feet Many have left their dress shoes at work Some stop at a gym on the way, these are the high brows who do not punch in It is Chicago, nineteen ninety-six My husband is in one of these jam trains looking...

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Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see, for the folly of their hubris hides from harsh reality, and when they pass by homeless people posted prone in poverty, cold cloaked, they are invisible. Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear any proper prayers of the sullen...

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Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see, because the folly of their hubris hides the harsh reality, and when they walk past homeless people posted prone in poverty, cold cloaked, they are invisible. Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear any proper prayers of the sullen...

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Sway, rumble, stop. Swish go the doors. "Mind the gap." Shuffle round the floor. Everyone squeezes. Can I get a seat? So many people You cannot help but meet. Sway, rumble, stop. Swish go the doors. ...

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The Predicament of Kolkata’s Bus Commuter Two dozen perspiring commuters are wearily waiting for the bus, Exasperated because of the delay and frustrated due to the rush. The rickety contraption rumbles to a halt on the potholed bumpy road. Like projectiles, passengers hurtle up, in a desperate hurry to board, ...

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Early morning, bleary-eyed We’re a weaving coffee-carrying crowd One more sip, heads bowed Oh Grief! That train horns loud! Sorry! Excuse me! Opps…Shall we dance? A frown turns round Manners & Humour - it's sound...

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My cold not quite over – With sniffles and cough – I had a commitment I couldn’t blow off. The thought of the subway, Its rush-hour crush, Was turning my insides, Congested, to mush. But then I remembered, A few blocks away, Commuter vans idled Each morning, each day. And so I inquired – How much? Was there room? I paid and was welcomed, Or so I assume. In...

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We all gathered together in the Home Going of Harold Smiley The story of life in a previous daily ride But on this day, a deceased body traveling in the stride A funeral will take place with Coffin and all The Family gathered in the subway car, and they are all standing tall The subway ride with words about the...

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Trainspotting isn’t fun not when she’s dead tired arms of jelly ears full of tears baby wants baby wants pick the kids up from school strawberry jam sandwiches uneaten traffic jam ma I’m hungry baby wants baby wants make the dinner bake the cake bun in the oven bending over nightly shapes the body pays the price...

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Faith my professor once said is like a train driven on rails of written truths. The truth, I ask.. you have lectured on wars and famines the Jewish holocaust and Old Testament prophesies. The professor and pastor smiled and stated everything will be fulfilled when the Christ returns a truth mentioned in the Gospels. I asked kindly is faith a leap like off the Grand Canyon? he reached out and handed me a...

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Stuck in a gargantuan feedback loop Insentive truckers smash turtle shells Squirrels sprawled with concrete entrails Gleaming windshields refracting might Dull relation just business is right Scratching the ceiling of my nerve Making blood curdle vengeance fertile In shell shocked shin splints rampage Remember to breathe as the poisons pass As parasities arachnophobe their fist clenched dreams Ill just stride and take my time Pride is...

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