Short Railroad Track Poems
Short Railroad Track Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Railroad Track by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Railroad Track by length and keyword.
i was born in a shack
by the railroad track
i wasn't alone
it was our home
no doudt it was the rout
yes i was
BORN IN THE SOUTH
i was born by the railroad track
where woods or stack
very few people around
its a small town
my mind is in time
it just rome this i can say
the
SPRIT OF BEING HOME
FOR THE HOLIDAYS
it near the hiway
where we uese to play
it was in the south
no doudt
and old house
with no mouse
close to the railroad track
it was home we carry own
fill a love rack
OLD SHACK
i
i come from a small town
no to many people around
many lover was around
we had no money
but honey
it was hot to trot
we had to unload
that bets you could get
it was
RAILROAD TRACK SEX
i was born in shack
by the railroad track
in the south
that was the rout
racist i had to face
it was a a bad place
i knew repect i've get some
i had faith
that a
CHANGE WAS GOING TO COME
Daisies came courting
I gave them a whack
Next was a bum
From the railroad track
I chased him off with my trusty broom
“How will you ever find a groom?”
My mother chastised me high and low
“I’m not looking for one,” I let her know.
You can get anywhere you want
On Hannibal's elephant
You can get anywhere you want
On Hannibal's elephant
Climb right up, ride on her back
Take you 'bout a mile down the railroad track
You can get anywhere you want
On Hannibal's elephant.
It's easy to know which way to go
To find a place I care to know,
Merely follow the railroad track
The one that calls 'clickety clack'
And trail it to anywhere,
I know a place, it's over there,
Where the sign points 'Interlude,'
A place of peace, of quietude,
Strangely though, except for me
I cannot sense tranquility,
Maybe, I'll just stay my roam
Where gratitude is peace of home
Form:
Out there on the edge of town
Lies a crumbling railroad track.
I set my feet to running,
Too late for turning back.
I left my love behind me
in an irrigation ditch,
I caught her with another man
So I up and shot the witch.
Now the hounds are chasing me,
My race is nearly run,
With nowhere left for me to go
I slowly pull my gun.
The barrel is cold against my head,
Eternity is near.
There’s just the sound of thunder
Exploding in my ear.
Don’t you see the lamppost black?
Down beside the railroad track.
It’s there, I know, I have seen it!
Many times, I’ve seen it lit.
It does come out in the night.
It is not there in the light.
Go down by, and see it there.
Oh, go on! This is not fair!
You laugh and say I am wrong.
Go on back where you belong.
Leave me be, with my lamppost.
But say! Let’s have, one more toast!
A toast to you Lamppost Black.
Let’s drink it all then go back!
A photo of my past reveals a pattern
Like a stroll that one would unfold;
Like a one-way forward railroad track,
Portraying rather interesting facts and
Saying to all that, usually, I did not go back.
Unlike God's creation, it was not 'all good';
Nor does it show that every assignment was finished.
By no means was I in any way tarnished and diminished.
Although hard, tiring, and bruising, I learned to strive.
The sunsets inspired me, and sunrises moved me ahead.
Skeleton Man took over the library’s story hour yesterday
It was October, but still, frightened children ran away
What can we do? The board hired him the other librarians said.
He will be a real hit tomorrow, Day of the Dead.
The children were screaming, refused to come back.
Their mothers and fathers were following them to the railroad track.
They wanted to jump on trains and go to Omaha or Utah maybe.
Skeleton Man had scared them witless, they thought he had rabies.
I stare at the blues and oranges of the world
refusing to be pressured
there is such beauty in everyday things
even the railroad track signs
how many people have gone past this site
without seeing any of it?
how many people have cried tears here?
can they be scooped up and reused
or are they forever glued to this crossroad?
a car honks
impatience wants me out of the way
I am not ready
the time is now
and I am here for a reason.
I sit firmly, waiting for a sign.
Listen to poem:
I fell out of bed at the start of this day
With a real bad case of January blues
My old car won't start, but that's okay
I got a brand new shiny pair of shoes
It's cold outside and in my heart
My baby left town on the five fifteen
I just don't know what drove us apart
I don't know why I've been feeling so mean
The gate won't close, and my dog ran away
I slipped and fell by the railroad track
I've had these January blues all day
I sure do hope that my baby comes back
my best day has not come yet
She’s on the railroad track
I hear her clicking and clacking
I feel she has my back
She will impress me with her wisdom
She will grace me with a terrific twenty-four hours
Opting to bring me sunshine
or lovely rain for flowers
My best day is awaiting
a signal from the commander in chief
When she finally gets here
It might be a great relief
Maybe she came yesterday
Or even Wednesday last
I probably will not know
Until after she has passed.