Rail Line Poems - Poems about Rail Line

...At around a quarter passed 6AM from the 2nd floor window, I inhaled a most lovely view. So, I had to exhale and share with you. My eyes beheld the canopy of blue so clear, pristine, and free of all......Read the rest...

...Yes it's true that I have by-gone friends that I once knew. Sometimes I pause to recall such friends, Realizing I will never see most of these friend......Read the rest...

...Busy path was that Like before but less walker Beside the rail line Grasses are growing Greenly lives now on that path Decorating well At the setting sun Your spreading two hands as if wa......Read the rest...

...Beside the rail line and the slum I live Lonely I'm do not feel alone in life (Early rising, bathing, having breakfast, watching TV, having lunch, seeing outside from balcony, reading online po......Read the rest...

...I'm not saying that I was worry-free or not concerned about all those leaves falling from my tree. But I tell you truly that while I was some 2000 miles away from home for three weeks, my early rises......Read the rest...

...When need be violence must be scripted without diction the whole agly truth must make the pugent In our world, need I say third peaceful matching is an obscure tale, abominable by all jurispruden......Read the rest...

...Quiet Please I was born and grew up on t......Read the rest...

...Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all… Another rainy morning spent staring through a wiper smeared windshield hoping to make the next light, no such luck When that song, our song or what u......Read the rest...

...Day Sounds On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by. I heard the leaves in the trees, as they swayed just a li......Read the rest...

...We forage for humanity, hidden fruits quench our thirst. Our hunting grounds, old overgrowth forest just off the rail-line, down the hill to the river, was a hobo camp long ago. Broken potte......Read the rest...

...A place of city lights bright as can be, from a bridge rail line mountain view at a magnitude of fourty thousand feet in a peaceful place, while thinking of my lonely life I realized there is mo......Read the rest...

...A little girl She comes to a land of ghosts Almost empty streets She wonders Where are all the people No one here looks like her Within her heart Emotions stir It is so cold Foreign Lonely Where oh......Read the rest...

...as all the “elected” puppets congregate with hands tied behind their backs & marionette strings held in the hands of corporate america (aka the global corporate), they edge the tips of their toes alo......Read the rest...

...as soon as the banishment in a forest comes to an end all the rain-drops come to the ball-room with unfolded umbrellas over their heads the slumber of the adjourned dialogues also breaks ......Read the rest...

..."one day you must leave us," he was cautioned as a boy- "to become a student in the city perchance you should return here a rich man or a priest" as autumn waltzed with winter the fields rose......Read the rest...