Platform Poems | Examples

our platform had no newspapers, so i yelled at someone to throw one across the tracks

i need to know what's going on
we're barren over here, yet over there
look at them smugly reading the NEWS

'can you throw one over pal?'
he pretends not to hear me
and looks down the platform

he's pretending to see if his train is about to 
arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be
here soon, so wind it in 

i give up and wonder why
platform 1, surely the pinnacle, 
has been abandoned of any recreation

although next to my son
is a miniscule glass bottle of whisky
which implies someone was having fun without me there

has peace been achieved?
has the new plastic waste initiative justified government intervention?
how many wickets do we need this morning? 

i yell these at the man over on platform 2
i am then taken away
and hope to be a headline in the morning

She's the Rizz

"Cake and Jingle"
Written by
Aria Sooth wants
And
"Groovy"  A. Staves


She's the "Glam"
Gotta say she's glamorous
Soothing and sexy
Charismatic
Yeah she's got charm

She's the "RIZZ"
You know what I'm saying
With style and class
With main character energy
I love her smile
You know she ain't playin
attractiveness
We all agreed 
she got that
Type of  popular appeal


The soft launch
We got something
Going on
New to you
She and been dating
For sometime
Is it delusional
To say I am
Her only one
Am I crazy to say
I am her man

Political Platform

Pillars built on words,
Seeking votes with grand designs,
Offing yet unfixed.

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Train To A Broken Heart

I said I'm on a train to meet you,
But you won't be waiting there,
I look around the platform,
I guess you really don't care.

I used to ask for you to be here,
But now I just want your call back,
But I can't find you here,
So I guess it's time to pack.

I drag my suitcase along,
And wonder through the streets,
I swear I heard your laugh in the air,
My heart skipped a beat.

I'm on a train to leave you,
Why weren't you waiting there,
Platforms still empty,
And you still don't care.

Poetry Soup Platform

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Sensual poetic exuberance envelopes the satiated soul 
Permits the muse to get eloquent under lyrical control
Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane disarray
Perceives bliss in rhyming journey out of dismal dismay
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Empty Platform

The subway platform is empty,
posters, the occasional bench
a fire extinguisher in a locked box,
over-stuffed trash receptacles,
the usual graffiti.

No people, the strangers you travel with,
all those commuting shadows
that you hurry by -
an absent factor that keeps you
looking over your shoulder.

You hear distant movement and chatter,
of people on other adjacent platforms,
hear the rumble of a train approaching,
Normality is over there.

Here there is a lack of such sounds,
loudly a void shouts through,
an empty bottle of vodka
rolling toward you.

It's not late or early,
yet the emptiness reverberates,
the tunnel whistles,
as air is pushed along it,

but it is the vacancy of footfalls,
that spooks you most,
that and the death rattle of the rails.

On A Platform

 On a  plate form much like one we recall so many years ago,
Stands a young man with a plan and a path we call follow.
His words take us back to another 
Place and another time.
They wake up those memories that linger in the corners of our minds
The ripple of hope is still here today
Listen to his words he’ll show you the way 
On the platform the young man stands before you today 
He’s not standing for a party in any way
He’s standing for the unity of the people  of this country

Suicide

*Suicide* 

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People fight for there stand,
People fight within themself..
Nothing been on there side,
None is there to support them..

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
Life is just a race,
Love, care, respect are left behind..
Blaming insulting are trending,
As money can buy love, respect, care..

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People say how coward he is,
when he was alive none supported..
He fought hard,
He fought with himself..

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
broken heart been heard louder,
Now money speak louder..
It's a fight within himself,
he is a fighter..
Not a loser,who fought till his last breath..

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I thankyou all for this wonderful platform:)


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Gather courage to express and mean,
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Platform Number Three

Colors, I see colors and textures around me. 
The scent of the hot wires and every spark 
that tames the perpetual falling and forever 
running metro. There are people, all sorts of people, 
eagerly waiting, clearly losing their patience and 
people, standing so still in their own melancholy 
of mind. The odor, oh, the odor mixed with the 
array of perfumes. People chattering, some loud, 
some discreet. Those glooming, little eyes. Waiting
to see the choo choo and hopping on it. Them 
running around the station as if no one is watching. 
The rush and chaos, the horn of the metro brings. 
The pulling, pushing, rubbing of the passengers to 
get in this one train. Finally inside, searching for 
the empty seats for there are none. Even when 
standing, the odor follows. People peeking into 
your phones and overhearing your conversations. 
The chaos subsides, as the horn goes again, 
signaling the departing of the train. The platform 
No. 3, standing there, still, lifeless, waiting for the 
next set of passengers, to feel again what it's been 
feeling for all these years, not murmuring, 
never murmuring.

Platform M

You become still.
The pain freezes.
Your head, eyes and toes
play dead to calm the blood.

Only leafy branches
hum in your ears
as if they were soothing
those pulsing veins.

Choo, choo!
Locomotive echoes through the night
and resists to go any further.

The rails cry stridently,
as if they wanted to turn back.

My mind falls apart.

I lie cold stars upon my head,
let myself become still again.

Don't know for how long.
I give in.

Media Face Off

Face it my Facebook fan
Read my face if you can
Not buying my ideas, new
Directed cryptically to a few

Wrong target, right platform
I have agreed to reform
My love for you, will stay
Part we must, if I may

You will see me from afar
Standing across the bar
Sometimes happy and sad
At you, I am not mad

Drama On Social Media

Drama on Social Media

With every passing day 
and every passing hour
world comes closer,
globe contracts
with silvery lustre
of social media.

Some, call this media 
a social monster,
others, addicted badly,
few, known for moderate use
for purpose and reason.

It is the platform of continuous drama 
of uniting friends and foes,
art and the artists,
leaders and the bidders,
entertainers and commoners,
gossipers and chatters.

It’s the platform of melodrama
bringing angel and fairy closer
displaying their lovely chats to public,
making tantrums and shouts in public,
their cat & dog match viewed widely,
entertaining the world of netizens.

And, one day..
angel and fairy 
bid farewell
closing all their accounts
blocking and quitting social media
to end one more social media drama.

Soon, the new accounts were
opened,
fairy is seen with another angel,
angel is seen with other fairy
to begin one more entertaining
drama on social media.
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Platform of Life

On this busy platform I stand
Starring at the lines of train passing by
The buzzing passengers coming and going
Happy faces, mourning faces, of human kind
As another train just passed by
But it was still not mine

And time just stands still for me
Since the day you left me here
Still, regrets I have none
The memories of the youth
The love and heartbreaks of the past
They stay in my heart as time passing by

And I am still standing here
At this platform of the life journey
Waiting for the train that will take me
To where you are
To the happy ending
To the eternity

Trumpy's Republican Platform

He's A Pedophile President
In love with himself, and the Republican Party
He says healthcare is not for me, cause' I have cancer and that I should just die
I say wow to the Economic recovery, more tax cuts for the wealthy whore's
trump says jobs, low pay, part time, no benifits, all money to the wealthy
Get outta here with womans rights, let's get back to the fifty's
And civil rights was fine and dandy back there in the fifty's,
And the gay's, they should go back into hiding like it was back in the fifty's
Social Security was taxes paid, to give to wall Street, not to help the poor or the disabilty
And energy, frack baby frack, so go have a seat and stop sniffling
The environment is just great, destroy it one well at a time
The National debt is ********, just cut programs and buy more weapons, that'll be just fine
Donald knows wall Street Reform, just give the banks all of control
And we no being a moron is great, unending debt, with Donald as our pedophile President,  In control of our now white country
I just want to be a moron, cause morons are a blast
The Republican platform will bring back white power, from the days of our past

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