Passenger Poems - Poems about Passenger

There is a monster that accompanies him, In halls, streets, college, it never leaves his side. Better than the lovers and friends, But its company brings demise. He carries the baggage of his own thoughts, Death always stays by his side. Made her his closest friend, Just one wish away for this to end. The dark passenger is his name, Death is the ruler...

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wishing and hoping. living in past memories, empty all alone. living with the hope of a future. watching like a spectator, of the life i lost. butterflies swarmed my heart every time our paths crossed. from feeling like a dream to becoming my dreams. waking up and your gone, all thats left is the echos of our song. cold finger tips, sharing...

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How steady the merciless raindrop falls, Could they be the fragments of my soul? Wept from the mournful clouds, my mind. Watering the diseased flowers, my body. Yet my heart lingers, in the void of life, No passenger walking by the sidewalk, Can ease the fractured throne of love, No love for life, no life for hope, no beats, Why should a man...

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Breaking news, there’s been a crash on the tracks. A crash of two trains and 96 deaths to be exact. Two years has gone by and they had a remembrance party at the pub. Just a get together of friends with a few drinks and some grub. Mike had been there just on the off chance,...

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Passenger of past lives, paint thy cloth, a lively hue, of journeys prior, when our skies were new, wild, and virginal, above bucolic land, before her windflowers were scattered, and the fields were toiled by hand. ...

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Born in December on a cold winter’s day I was baptised a Christian without any say My life given direction before I could walk A school then chosen before I could talk I went through communion and was soon confirmed In my inner cocoon I wriggled and squirmed I advanced through school to the final stage Soon after that I was earning...

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I woke up wondering where I was In my dream I had been driving somewhere Here there everywhere trying to get home I thought I saw it down the street that street Turned down that street only to find It didn’t look like the right one The end looked too cluttered too busy I was going down the wrong street Looked...

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Here, the word I drop for Travelers “Hark!” Where offended driver begins to bark: “Why should you there your Stupid Volvo park?” The bared teeth of speaker those of a shark; If he sank them in one’s flesh the same mark, Now cursing one, next singing like a lark… Hurry not if destination is Park, Not the Amusements, I mean: Motor Park! Where...

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Stomping Stomping Stomping Stop, Please No control, Vehicle lurches But I’m just a Passenger on this Road of life...

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These bastards styling as men’s movers From their short trips expect universe; Traveler to pay for bag in booth Or get ready to lose his front tooth… I’m the sorely aggrieved passenger Usefully turned God’s messenger. You don’t passenger try to clean through; Your cheap hapless lies make out as true, Voices sounding like owners might die, If they should be asked a probing...

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The plane had after three hours crashed, With the scene after four hours flashed; The people who had been airlifted Without a lone exception gifted: Three hundred and sixty passengers, Thirty six of them God's Messengers, A thirty - six year - old senator Involved with a female aviator, A twelve - year - old school child monitor And his doting father janitor Farmer...

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I got here somewhat quickly, briskly here I lived... I don't even realize if I'm still here... or slipped...

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love transitional summer light affair passenger...

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A Mitsubishi breezes out of the South at Seven, The North storming at Eleven; The driver’s continual worrying of gear five, The tires of the machine ever roaring alive; In pyramidal slights of screaming passengers Now-turned doom-alerting messengers. It’s a driver clearly going bananas, His remarks classically proving his uncivil manners; Kano pedestrians openly mad at him, Now and then attacking him as a...

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As a virtual passenger bound for Auschwitz tour ~~~ my mind tries to evade holocaust realities while heart throbs fast against historical angst... allowing tears to express thanksgiving praise for freedom* my soul verily enjoys today. *John 8:36 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. April 19, 2021 1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 7)" Poetry Contest Sponsored...

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