Track Poems - Poems about Track

I waited for the midnight train on the platform in the rain. It was windy, it was bitter cold and i was feeling bit frail and old. Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece who was coming home from Greece. I had time to wander down memory lane where images flashed wearily in my brain: she was days old when I held...

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Having, with hope and faith, overcome past moonless night-like trials and tribulations, I meet today's sunshine-ones with Gilead's balm; Be aware that each living day and night has its race, and there is no need to jump the gun in disqualification; for it's not about coming in first place, but finishing the race:- Indeed, it's all about an old Japanese...

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Skip-skip-skip like a cd that stops playing once it hits track number nine current mindset is one of which I can't skip over. I'm reading my life through these lyrics Humming to the melody of my own heart. beating anxieties being featured in a listless motion remixing into a sadness few summers have known ...

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If my car has GPS, I do not know it Can people track me? Follow me? Stalk me? If I was super interested, I might open the manual But that book is six thousand pages thick And the teeny tiny words make sand grains look colossal....

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Side A: Players of an album made... Vinyl, cassette, CD. Audio output displayed To ears of you and me. Mono in the days of old For output of a song. Better mixing would unfold When stereo came along. Physicality was more Abundant way back when. One went to the music store To buy albums - and then... Side B: ...after years of being sold In shops to you and me, Music...

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Jumping might be my favorite word or frolicking, prancing, dancing anyway, it’s something with an ing ending I can assure you of that I get sick of throwing down the same words feeling redundant and trite once again I have no idea how to freshen my mind up to spin things around to other words what about words with d endings? placid; lucid, horrid,...

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I could see the way you look at him when he sat down in that chair, all the life had gone out of him and he collapse on the ground looking at the sky above moving around but the man in the cloud was not there to rescue him. He thought he had captured it,...

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Still...Is life. On a precipice. Leave your lights down low, and listen... to this idle track, of intellections, I know, will not survive, past...

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There's an overgrown track partially hoggled and hooned where a wizened old hagglefud made spells and priffoond a great many years ago but still no-one dares to tronk up the track in case she befrares and cooks them in dopple soup boils them in grole then invites other hagglefuds to scoffle them whole so brout and be bruful and know of the track or you'll gottle and kile as a...

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Title: Wind on our back A camp counselor once, I thought I should glide I ran fifteen miles, at the airport applied A pilot took me up, above the Pocono grass But I got airsick when the plane took a pass. The pilot didn't want me throwing up in his plane He dived to the ground, like an eagle gone insane So...

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Get in your room now,” as daddy fashioned a gun. Mom grabbed me and her facial expression was undone, something must be wrong, I ask she looked at me and welts started to run, down we hunkered under the bed hidden by overhanging covers. A howl and a crash with two gunshots and I gasped, fathers voice had me took aback, he...

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it's quite good actually Jericho likes it - but i'm struggling not to giggle as i lie on the bed in the middle of the night my wife is not giggling she is asleep but i am certain i heard giggling through the wall yes, the neighbours are giggling both of them i look for the saw because i want to join them through the wall and we...

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A déjà vu? What can I say? I know the track so well. It is so dark yet treacherous. I am not afraid. Careful, here is a curve, it almost turns onto itself. An old oak tree stands there, just off the corner. I can smell its delicious odour or feel its sturdy trunk, its cracked bark. I hear the lower...

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time's sub-tracks tie-me to a now that's as some... pre-sent present pressing to pass-age in a timeless aware-nest stans sand ...

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Everyone believes that the path they go through every day is well-known, In fact, it's a track to unknown ...

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