Platform Poems - Poems about Platform

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

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

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

Poetry Soup Platform

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

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

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

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

Poetry Soup

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

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

Platform Everyone

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

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

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 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

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