Disembarked Poems | Examples

An Abandoned Rural Station

A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long-truncated railroad stop
humming still with a faded reality.

As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.

Caps, coats, and carts
Sweat, rustle and creak,
an invisible locomotion of leaving and arrival.
employed upon an iron labor.

The tall dry weeds are talkative.
Brown boots seem to shuffle
as they wait here or idle.
A hollow clock clacks,
its innards now
are a nest for ticking birds.

Dandelions anticipate twirling flight
under a corn fed sun.
A mid-day heat thrums fragmented rails.
The station seems almost ready
to receive

as if its bygone world
had not forever disembarked.

waiting at the train station for my man

Three women with umbrellas were waiting for this train.
To get on or for someone to get off? I am yet to know.
I lost track of them after the people disembarked.
Looking for my husband, who would not have an umbrella.

My umbrella was at home, I was not expecting this dreary night.
My man would not be the first one off, closer to the last.
I knew from experience, he avoided the crowds.
My smile was wide when I saw his excited look of recognition.

Two Returns For Manchester

Trinity Street, Bolton,
it was Jack and Jaya’s first date,
Jack had got there early,
worried he’d be late,
the ticket woman said,
to head for platform two,
“you’ll have to get a move on though,
your train is almost due”,
from Moses Gate to Manchester,
the world went flashing by,
factories and football fields,
beneath a clouded sky,
soon the train screeched to a halt,
with much anticipation,
our young couple disembarked,
and left Victoria Station,
Jack and Jaya walked and talked,
round Manchester for hours,
Jack laughed and said that “their town hall,
is not nice as ours!”,
in Piccadilly Gardens,
Jaya groaned at more of his jokes,
whilst they ate cheese pasties,
and shared a can of Coke,
travelling back Jack wondered,
about a kiss on the cheek,
but Jaya simply smiled and said,
“let’s try Wigan next week…”.

Emote

The yard that courts my heart,
May propose a thought in me;
Envoy to impart:
All the words of destiny;

The ship disembarked:
Be my own amen;
Let each poem ashore,
Anchor strength in statement –

Pilot Dog

Pilot dog flew the airplane with ease
Cumulus clouds gave him a bit of a tease
This was his thousandth solo flight
Instrument panel said things were all right

This 747 was fancier than most, a little bit spiffy.
He had some things to say, but his co-pilot was “iffy”.
So, he kept things to himself, and prayed the weather would clear.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief when the destination city was near.


A successful flight captain, said his co-pilot, Barry.
He was a good egg. His constitution was bright and airy.
Pilot dog stood at the door barking a happy good bye
As the passengers disembarked, their spirits all high.

Pilot Dog

Pilot dog flew the airplane with ease
Cumulus clouds gave him a bit of a tease
This was his thousandth solo flight
Instrument panel said things were all right

This 747 was fancier than most, a little bit spiffy.
He had some things to say, but his co-pilot was “iffy”.
So, he kept things to himself, and prayed the weather would clear.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief when the destination city was near.


A successful flight captain, said his co-pilot, Barry.
He was a good egg. His constitution was bright and airy.
Pilot dog stood at the door barking a happy good bye
As the passengers disembarked, their spirits all high.

Kayak Leads the Way

Planned trips can be stifling and boring
As a spontaneous Gemini, I took a happy risk
I latched my kayak onto my jeep and drove west
Spoke to people along the way

One forest ranger suggested an isolated spot
It’s busy in the summers, but not at this time of year
The day’s skies celebrated with me as I disembarked.
Giant overseers in the way of mountains cheered me on.

There were no trills, peeps or whistles.
If there were birds, they were silent.
A splash in the water turned my head.
A circle of possibility was to my right

The water was cold, so I was glad I was wearing waders.
I pushed my orange kayak into the lake, loving the silence.
Sun spoke to clouds, and they floated off to another lake.
It was the perfect day to be alone with God.

Wordblock

My words have left me. 
Disembarked from the wrong platform, 
and have hastily become a distant memory. 

When shall my thoughts return? 
That once so delicately graced my tongue, 
and consorted with my hand to pen it so. 

To where shall I wonder? 
Barren of verse and prose; now disposed virtues. 
Must I craft asylum in a foreign land? 

It is not words that betray, but silence. 
For it lends no comfort, nor offers expression, 
but lingers like an ill-gotten nuance. 

Oh words, value your mortal vessel and return. 
Omit the distance that separates us so, and
eagerly scribe again within mind and satchel.

Flying Tabby Will Go To School

Flying Tabby was the only being in the sky
He was faster than lightning, and he did not even try!
I am super Tabby, he said with a smile in each eye.
He was so far up, he made airplanes sigh!

I am the best! He boasted, and he really thought it too.
He loved being up there, flying in soft clouds of light blue.
Flying Tabby was all that and much more, between me and you.
He was confident and self-assured, and he knew it too.

Along came a car and a mama cat disembarked with a shout.
Flying Tabby what do you think you are doing? What are you about?
Teacher Mr. Skinner is coming to dinner, and he thinks you’re a lout.
You missed algebra; you are in big trouble, little boy, without a doubt!

Flying Tabby came pitching down out of the sky and he fell on his bum.
Tigger said there was no school, he said, blaming it on a chum.
His mother said, "Get dressed, and come home right now, for dinner.
You will like math and going to school; I’m marrying Mr. Skinner.

Mystery Woman Under That Hat

Who is under that hat we wondered as she disembarked.
I had never seen such a contraption that was so not easily parked.
It was feathered and fluffed, with flounces that said United Nation. 
Had a mind of its own, this glorious concoction, fabulous creation. 

We could not see her face, but I knew she would be a famous someone.
Kind of a hat that would not be easily dissuaded. It turned to the sun.
Soaking up the rays at that bandstand, as we watched our children play.
I tried to see the woman’s face, but it was under a veil of lace that day.

She was a mystery woman, in the best hat we had ever seen in July.
It shaded her completely, as we watched fireworks in the sky.
She climbed back in her limo and was whisked away at midnight.
We waved to her and her glorious hat until they disappeared!

Durians In Flight

To gormandize upon the fungal billowing  
of its noisome mustiness,
beguiles many to munch upon its earthy reek.
A creamy white meatiness enchants taste buds 
to pillage pale fetid delights,
while a gluttonous well-being 
                          permeates through every orifice.

Before they were banned from overhead storage
Durians ruled the sky.
Air sickness or a stomach churning turbulence
were deemed more desirable than
than those choking emissions
wafting from their pulpy substance.

High above the Indian ocean 
passengers overcome by the funk 
demanded parachutes.
Some renounced their white privilege
or fell to their knees to pray for breathing masks
                               to drop.

Even when disembarked, cabs would not carry them
fearing the lingering grip of clammy odors.
While still in their departure lounges
hardened Limburger eaters grew pale,
trembling at the thought of flying unprotected 
from that most redolent of fruits,  
                                 the mighty all-pervading Durian.

Holiday In Port

There is sun in the air 
As the salt shakes on bodies that are bare 
It is the time to worship the golden light 
Laying down saying nightie night 
With its aqua blue hand 
Crawling on the sand
Ocean waves are heard 
By a frolicking bird 
Enjoying this tranquil tease 
That has an added breeze 
Off in the horizon 
Cruise ships are docked disguising 
A fleet 
Filled with relaxing as a treat 
Protecting the port 
While the crew wears Izod alligators on their shorts 
Watching passengers disembarked 
Encouraging them to visit the historical beachfront park 
This is the place to chill 
Popping the surfside pill 
Coming to grips 
During a vacation trip 
That for many, not a few 
Is long over due

Nocturnal Ends Neighboring

salient smile scrunching
punctured physiognomy pulsing
voluptuous chin vying
over mystic memory
with callous contentions
seeped in stupefaction

rusty rubberneck moaning
airy attention fostering
damped dog downbeat

nocturnal ends neighboring
felon results rustling
saucy rebellion smirking

Her dad disembarked;
His monstrous master.
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Note: 42 words.
My idea of the story - A picture prompt.
   A girl took her dog with her to meet her father who was a sailor. He'd been away for like forever. He was a loving father to the girl, and a cruel monster to the dog.
Sooner he disembarked and was coming towards her (After few years of departure). At the thought of the replications of sweet memories that'd be restored, she smiled happily at her returning father. While the dog frowned upon the arrival of his monstrous monster: variation of feelings and attainment of pleasures. (Emphasis on the last couplet).

Town Children

There they were
as my bus pulled in
each gathering at the bus stop
ready to tease.

A few of us disembarked 
a little more slowly than the rest
I, the last to step down
onto the concrete sidewalk.

Barely walking to the corner light
waiting to cross the street
their jeering and their laughter rose
"the country cowboys are here."

There were my friends, 
classmates who shared 
the wooden body shaped desks
alongside of me.

"Hey Texas cowgirl, 
how were the horses today,
go for a morning ride,
feed the ducks and the geese?:

"Just ducky, " I said 
hurrying toward our class
where most went to other rooms
and my teacher waited at the door.

With a smile she eyes me 
and scowled at the rest 
speaking quite loud she said
"Today, Annie gets to sit upfront."

I laughed and chuckled to myself,
on each student's  birthday
everyone gets to eat cake
and today was Texas cowgirl's day.

The Sleepers Awake

THE SLEEPERS AWAKE

For century or more they served
Unchanging paths they always kept
As in a dream the tracks preserved
With faith immovable they slept

One day as on a given sign 
Their somnolence came to an end
They woke and each looked down the line
Thought: ‘Now’s the time to make amend’ 

The drivers were caught by surprise
(They never chose to left nor right)
And they could not believe their eyes
At unexpected views in  sight

What should have been a vernal place
With nothing but some cows and sheep
Revealed a bustling teeming space 
Of cars and people half asleep

Some passengers were due for shock
Arriving not in Waterloo
But disembarked at Pembroke Dock
Some stayed; (it was a nicer view)

Some thought they headed for train boats
To  Marseilles Nice or yet Cadiz
But woke in sight of John O’Groats
Got off the train with shivering knees

These days of glorious free ride
Gave inspiration, passing strife
When they could choose and they decide
And thus perceive a truth of life

Then with a satisfaction deep
They resurrected each old line
And laid down there once more to sleep
Perhaps to wake another time

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