Freight Poems - Poems about Freight

The Calico Box Crab Freight

I was only eight
when I caught the calico box crab freight. 
Just a small-town crab-boy in tattered britches,
I found my way to fame and riches, 
loaded in a crate.

On the Body's Decision to Become a Freight Elevator

I didn't fill out any paperwork.
There was no memo, no consent form.
Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused
to acknowledge anything above my collarbone. 

After that, people entered me carrying grief
in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons
for floors that didn't exist. 

A man from 4D requested the roof, 
as if it were still an option. 
On Thursday,

The Neverending Freight Train

My father explained it to me this way
“It was like getting on a freight train. There was no getting off,”
Those are the words he used when discussing commitment to my mother you see
I tried to get off the train, but I couldn’t get off
The love and the safety that I felt from your presence was

Hopping a Freight Train in Wheeling

The freight train puffs a veil of smoke into the night.
The iron rails rumble.
Be still.
Now.
There it is, the engine's call, fading
To the distance.
Between shadows, a lean figure grips tight to the rolling steel,
His pack worn low on his back, and now he's gone
Wholly, into the night.
I stand alone by the coal yard, I do not

Writer from Within

The less
I move my lips at my 4:00 am Saturday morning sessions
The more
These words are trees standing still beside a racing river

A long way away
Freight train bores the night
Moon without light

Its alto horn
Projects from nowhere entangles everywhere

Uninhibited
By barren maples and icy roads
Abandoned homes and snowdrifts
A shadow walking his dog under planets of street lights
All powerless

Tired Old Freight Train

Girl it's been a long time--sorry to make you wait
But this heart is a like a tired old freight train
And it's going to take some time to unwind

I've been staring out the door of this box car
As the world rolls away think'n why a man 
wants to be lonely and loves the sky so grey

And

The Freight-Train of Time

The freight train of time,
speeding through the years.
Hold on for dear life,
shifting through the gears.

The landscape rolls on,
under a blue sky.
A breath-taking view,
brings tears to the eye.

Loved ones jumping off,
taking hearts along.
With no fare thee well,
Just up and then gone.

This train going where?
Come on if you dare!

date:1/31/22

The Freight Train

Countrymen! Sleep! There's no train here
Condemned as we are, who to fear?

Consider crushed stones the rose bed,
Tracks are soft pillows, place your head.

Haven't we had many thorns in life?
Have we failed to face any strife?

Like peaceful children, hence, they slept,
Although their souls within them wept.

Wherefrom, like fate, that train appear?
Our deadly tired bodies to tear!

That

When We Will Fight Freight

When We Will Fight Freight

We always knew when we will fight,
With our fears  full of much freight;
Amount endure,
Are never sure,
And would do with all of our might.

Jim Horn

Freight Trains and Wine

I tried to sleep, but the trip is long
Now far from home where things went so wrong
This whole train now I call mine
My boxcar upon the line
Bottle of wine, a cork and a song

11-22-19
Contest: Five Word Challenge
Sponsor: Beth Evans

Unclaimed Freight

UNCLAIMED FREIGHT

I offered myself to you - Rejected many for you, made myself
Exclusively yours - You never understood that I was not here
To endure jealousy, hate or envy –
Only to serve you and teach you how to include instead of excluding...
You looked over and under but never really looked at me.
Patted my head most appeasingly.

I

Fantasy and Freight Trains

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing.
 San Francisco's nights treated her that way.
 Sophisticated vacation each Spring -
 Nothing seemed as romantic as the Bay.

 She met him on the wharf one moonlit night-
 Pretended to be one of high fashion.
 Her vacation spent in fantasy flight,
 Wrapped in her dreams and his

Haiku Freight

Freight train clattered by

over a tree lined viaduct  ~

golden oriole sings .

Its Freight and Spook Night

as you come home
remember your not along
theye're out there
everywhere
be aware we care
don't just stare
so watch that moon light
its end of month in oct.
its
FREIGHT AND SPOOK
NIGHT

Freight and Boo Night

its like  smoke cloud
that loud
as you hear hum moma crown
and a beat
coming down the street
you see the  bright light
with faces that bit
its
CITY FREIGHT AND
BOO NIGHT

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