Subway Poems

Around the World

One day I took the subway
and I went around the world
From one car to another 
a new nation’s flag unfurled
The train took off from Brooklyn
and I hopped on at Times Square
and by the time that I got home
I’d been most everywhere

The couple that spoke Yiddish,
and hurried on their way
were deep in conversation
which she ended with,

Subway Ride

• 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

Subway Stairway

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

Subway

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

Subway

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

Kyoto Subway Station

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.

Heading Downtown by Subway

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

Days Lost - A

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

Twenty-Five Days - A

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

The Subway

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....

Ride In the Subway

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 "

On a Hot Day In a Hot Ny Subway Train

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

Subway

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..

Riding the Subway For Twenty-Five Days

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

The Subway

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
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