Subway Poems - Poems about Subway

• A subway ride home from work • Such a relieving time • It's good to know the boss ain't here • To make you into his mime...

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Going with the flow, Even if it seems so slow, To subway below....

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Life is a subway, Sometimes people get on and, Sometimes they get off....

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Subway It’s 3 a.m. on the subway. I’m high and lonely. A little girl in a womans body. Oversized hoodie and ripped jeans. Messy bun and tear stained cheeks. An empty stomach under a shattered heart. I can’t stand the house we shared anymore. Holes from your angry fists Unpatched in the walls. Memories of fights in the kitchen. I’m going crazy with shame, That I never...

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Morning, 8 AM. Kyoto Subway Station. A single gaijin, a foreigner surrounded yet standing out in the crowd. The train clips along, slows down, stops, starts up again repetitively. Whilst humanity surrounds, one can still feel so alone....

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The escalator keeps descending; Seemingly, it’s never-ending, Taking riders deep into The bowels of the earth. Everyone around pretending That they’re fine, of course, depending On their circumstances and Just what their time is worth. When the platform’s reached, there’s waiting. Scrolling signs are indicating When the closest train will come – That is, if you’re in luck. Minutes tick by, generating Lots more people congregating But you’ve made...

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Drove for thirty minutes to subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, reached Queen's Park. People were rushing to work-places. I found a seat beside the window, and looked at all the grim faces in the compartment. I carried a book about art history. How many people...

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drove for thirty minutes to the subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, and reached Queen's Park. Mornings are so hectic, people are rushing to their work-places. Fortunately found a seat beside the window, and looked at all the faces in the compartment. It was a university-bound...

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I seldom take a book with me more reading entertainment watching others turn their pages, body-language a literary giveaway the positioning of their heads how torsos are tilted right or left, perhaps Representative of one's politics – foreign occupation by written words of another one can't tell a book by its cover but a whole lot revealed by the measure of pages read...lack of conversation and how eyes avert.......

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Drove for thirty minutes to Subway Station, Took a train for forty minutes, Got into another for only ten minutes, reached Queen's Park. Mornings are hectic, found a seat beside the window, looked at all the faces around. It was an university-bound train, many young faces, fashionable jeans, wearing T-shirts with interesting quotes - from "...

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fixed dreaming eyes heading towards long iland. the sitting lady:- i like your shoes, they must be comfortable. the standing lady:- they are. how about yours? & looks down at the lady with the pink shoes. - mine sweat, &smell like strawberries. the lady with the pink crocs takes photos of other people's shoes, suddenly jumps like bitten by a snake screaming - open the door, open...

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A lady on the subway Breaks down and cries from someone drawing her portrait. I guess, she has never seen how beautifUl she is before. She is art, just like you... Tears or not, when you see your reflection. Realising you're a masterpiece is just the start.....

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To me, it was a revealing experience… That I could be that strong in face of adversity!               ...

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The Subway By LoLa Waiting for never Bathing in silence Protected from weather Where silence is violence Forever we roam Eternally aligned This box car is home Suspended in time Lights flicker with hope This feels like a dream Unspoken ways to cope Pain that happens in between Wayward souls wander Destinations still unknown Welcome echos pull us under feeling that we're not alone Strange vibrations illuminated No time exists between trAin stations In Destinations...

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Whip, click, clip, umbrellas flatten near the stairs Stomp, slap, clap, echo footsteps here and there Rumble, rattle, honk! goes the subway along the tracks “Hey”, “Wait”, “No!”, voices shouting are just the facts. Scrape, screech, hiss, loud noises of metro brakes Clack, shudder, ping! sounds the electric doors make Clamp, clomp, pound, as the people stamp inside Whoosh, whisk, hummm,...

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