Subways Poems - Poems about Subways

...We love to visit cities; Urban blood runs through my veins And now that we are older, We’ve no tolerance for trains, So instead of checking listings For the local train or bus, We just call a......

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...Not sure when it started at 6 staying out of a brutally violent household taking to the unforgiving streets. The streets became my teacher and family albeit dangerous life lessons learned from......

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...Our Ancient Prophet In a city of steel and glass, where neon signs blaze bright, Our prophet (PBUH) walks among the shadows of the night. His eyes hold ancient wisdom, his steps a timeless grace......

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...Night trains' theatre Saturday to Sunday, after midnight going home, the restaurant closed Walk to the station, get on Bond Street, the train works, takes me home, Change at Baker Street from J......

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...Mirror mirror on the wall Why does the person In my reflection Not love me at all Her eyes are sad tunnels Paved with lonely tracks Dark subways All to her brain is where they lead back S......

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...Normal people come in packs of six Some are born in cardboard boxes In suburbs, in summer, in campers In the middle of the middle night In middle class somewhere on a train Between clicks and c......

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...In the relentless rhythm of time, You have transformed into a mysterious beacon, Shining in the night, Invading my heart with embassies of thoughts, Consulates of feelings and representations of ......

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... Mosaic dessert brains are splattered on the walls of New York subways - the ......

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...The sun has risen, and a dove is cooing outside my window. All the tall buildings on my block seem to be resting. Here I am thinking of the cave man—his strength, his battles. Skylines, super tall bu......

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...Must be cool to be a farmer. (Well, except for all the work!) Having produce at your fingertips Would be a lovely perk. Feeding chickens, brushing horses, Waking up to milk the cows, All soun......

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...In New Haven, Lisa misses the sad, dark, city aesthetics of her hometown. Its crime podcast vibe, actinic crime-lighting and sirens in the distance, that lull her to sleep like lullabies. She has a d......

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...Her high anxiety kicked in at the age of three her parents said. I was horrified, shocked, were they daft in their head? No one is anxious at the age of three. That is crazy, right? She told me “t......

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...It’s raining, it’s pouring; The streets are a mess. For anyone out there, There’s bound to be stress. The highways are flooded; The subways are closed, As “When will it stop?” Is the questio......

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...I am from a small town By Jing(Heidi)Wu I am from a small town, I am a small-town girl, Even if you use the largest map of China, You are also hard to find, The train station is called "Dami ......

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...Kind of Blue… Slinking into a still hue of blues Haunting trumpets dart in and out Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic And cling like silk onto full figured rifs When winsome modal notes ......

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