Locomotive Poems - Poems about Locomotive

Icy blue water showing through thin ice Train crossing on the bridge high above On silver tracks worn slick with the years, The trestle creaking, boxcars screeching One after another streaks of daylight Blipping through the narrow passages, Housing enormous couplers, air brakes Occasionally squealing cryptic messages Graffiti on the sides with sidewalk crayons Like strange Middle Eastern languages Moving too rapidly to be translated, Steam...

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The Conductor David J Walker The low rumbling voice Of the locomotive reminded me Of my time traveling days from this to Another place another time In space That would become Mine as well Where the young sang Love songs in romance Languages unknown In this today The engineer poet played his prose On his whistle in echoed harmonies on...

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Straight moves the locomotive train miles Traveling over desert flatland forging ahead, Coal steam engine Number 9 chug, chug, chug, Sound waves rolls through, satisfying sensation is said. Locomotive whistle sounds station steam rolling in, Little one hears repeats ‘choo-choo’ rolls to stop, All aboard! Rolls locomotion moving, snack on tasty Peanut brittle, readying for dining car delicious hop. Mom holds little...

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A locomotive Barreling through blizzard's tracks The engines pump fiercely Churning white skies into black Hot with steamy rage Its whistle screams into the air Reminding all who hear it A monster is drawing near It doesn't care for winter Or the snowdrifts piling on It feeds on the very mountains And breathes fire from their ore And as darkness falls across the land This train, keeps...

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The Locomotive The mighty Locomotive, Was the muscle of its day. Moving freight and passengers, Down a steel highway. It’s beauty and it’s romance, Made headlines near and far. Train robberies and train wrecks, It had become a star. The Locomotive was thought to be, Man's answer to the world. Until new and better innovations, Soon would be unfurled. As all things do there come a time, It certainly...

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Steam powered steel wheels, pushing pistons in cycles of captured time....

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I feel so grand this special day in June while waiting at the station for my ride aboard the new steam engine coming soon to take me to a place where I can hide from city noise and busy city streets; from smog-filled air and houses crowded so, to countrysides with grassy fields of wheat and clear blue skies where soft winds...

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Hear the lonesome whistle blow, it echoes across the vast Continental divide, connecting the Pacific and Atlantic Coastal shores, by the steel rails iron horse. It raged in blazing thunder, leaving a storm cloud of white Smoke in it's wake. Lightning's hell speed, drives this devil's steed, with flames Fire, feeding it's belly, by coal and sinews muscled sweat. The wrought iron...

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Great locomotive Blowing glorious whistle Rumbling down the tracks Leaving sense of longing peace With rhythms greatest moments Russell Sivey...

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