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Depot Poems - Poems about Depot


At the Resto Depot
I was at Resto Depot today for lunch. I had a miso noodle salad with an Avacado scooped out with two scoops of crunchy veggie or no veggie balls . they had exquisite seasoning too. There was much lettuce ,the noodles were cooked. There was dried crisp tasty noodles ,thank you. ...

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Categories: depot, emotions,
Form: Spoken Word
In the Depot
At the Depot As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn to waiting homes no mails are borne from the depot. Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news but his screwed up tabloid gives him the blues saying 'To compromise both sides refuse,' at the depot. Hark! Foxes, stray cats, rats, critters all. though humans languish, have a ball in the depot. On...

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Categories: depot, animal, christmas, conflict, discrimination,
Form: Lyric



My Happy Place
There is nothing I love more Then going to Home Depot For I feel as if I can soar Rushing down the aisles The sweet smell of lumber in the air Crushing everyone in my path with my cart I have no other care I love to socialize with the other white men I could spend hours there When I have to leave...

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Categories: depot, black african american, cancer,
Form: Rhyme
On a Lincoln Highway Greyhound Depot
Sitting on a rusted blue bench the sun blew down on me a cool green and yellow as the afternoon tucked me into bed, The depot was old, no busses run anymore at least as far as I ...

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Categories: depot, allusion, america, culture, death,
Form: Free verse
Grand Central Depot
Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt raised you as a monument to his empire, and why shouldn’t he. From humble beginnings his art was monopoly. He understood the art in craft, it seems, for grand indeed you are. You never belonged to him though, not for a minute. You are touched by the handprints of the thousands of souls who have...

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Categories: depot, america, history,
Form: Free verse



Home Depot Does Not Sell Azure Paint
Home Depot does not sell azure paint. No. They do have Morning Sky, Tropical Lagoon, Morning Breeze, Ocean Cruise, Cozumel, Empress Teal, Almost Aqua, and Navy. But no azure. No cyan, either. No plain ol' blue. I will take my verdant money elsewhere. Home Depot should be more poet friendly. r ~ 4/29/14...

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Categories: depot, humor, irony, poets,
Form: Light Verse
Bus Depot
in small towns they stand around for bus to come in now its a blend blacks and white no one gets up tight there's been a change from this racw thing now you sit and just go at the BUS DEPOT...

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Categories: depot, adventure, history,
Form: Light Verse
At the Bus Depot
AT THE BUS DEPOT Faces and suitcases with little rumbling wheels. The seat is hard and littered with yesterday’s paper. How can these moving actors know how it feels To be old and no longer a ticketed escaper? Faces fade past - abandoned at the end of the day, And suitcases are piled...

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Categories: depot, allegory,
Form: Verse
The Old Train Depot
Many years ago, use to wait for a train, at the old train depot, so dark and dreary, such hard curved seats, they were. The lights in there were so dim, it was hard to read my comic bookis. Brother and sister, mom and I would go visit family in the big city, every so often, it was such an adventure each time, I waited and looked for the train to...

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Categories: depot, childhood, old, old,
Form: Light Verse
I Hate Home Depot!
I Hate Home Depot! I hate Home Depot! Just the sight of that orange and white sign makes my stomach turn. However I know every square inch of that store, I’ve spent thousands of hours there as a paying customer. I know what all is in the garden section for all of the seasons. I know where to go to find the nuts, screws, nails and bolts. I...

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Categories: depot, angst, parodyhome, hate, home,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Demise of the Pennsylvania Railroad Depot
I see by the news that they may level a bit of Americana. Alas, 'tis that old icon, the railroad depot in Richmond, Indiana. I have many fond and not so fond memories of that old place. Unless some good soul rescues it, 'twill disappear without a trace! It has graced the "Hoosier Bowery District" since nineteen aught two. 'Twas...

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Categories: depot, nostalgiaold, old, sad,
Form: Rhyme

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