Platform Poems - Poems about Platform

Pillars built on words, Seeking votes with grand designs, Offing yet unfixed. ©bfa042325 ...

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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...

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Poetry Soup gives in plenty the literary opportunity To show-case the assorted skill of poetic creativity Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination The torrent of words flows with the streams of elation Ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart Yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art. Sensual poetic exuberance envelopes the satiated soul Permits...

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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...

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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...

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*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...

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The only soup, which blends the flavors from every nook of the world. I too am an ingredient and I feel proud. Not a pro, still today I count my writes. I thankyou all for this wonderful platform:) To my surprise, No family member ever admires, What I write and how I describe. Neither I am an English student. Nor am I a...

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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...

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It seems a day cannot go by without some fit of pique over a person who spoke out, who used his right to speak to say something that other folks do not want to be heard, and instead of not listening they try to censor his words. They cry out loud: ‘That’s hateful,’ No matter what you say, they’ll declare almost anything to make you go...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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ART, MY PLATFORM I art, therefore, I am Let your life be your Art Something you paint with your heart Taking care to make every part, a symphony of colors The way your feet lovingly graze the earth Like paint stroking on the canvas Sketching the soil, each step with prudence You were born with this Craft, this inner beauty You don’t...

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