Train Poems - Poems about Train

Three women with umbrellas were waiting for this train. To get on or for someone to get off? I am yet to know. I lost track of them after the people disembarked. Looking for my husband, who would not have an umbrella. My umbrella was at home, I was not expecting this dreary night. My man would not be the...

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my teecher liked my pikture of a train i drawed in skool she sed she liked it lots and lots and i was very glad i showd it to my best frend who then sed it woz so cool that i woz on a train one day and with my mum and dad and wen we started off...

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Nothing but roadblocks railroading my train of thought A way to move forward has to be on the precipus My vehicle halted on the road not traveled Hazard lights illuminate the darkness that surrounds my engine Unfortunate repairs as I leak black tears Busted, Mangled, & Torn Apart I sit parked in the space of my...

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A timeless infinity Stretches in all directions... Reaches high But finds a ceiling, Reaches low But finds a floor -- This timelessness is only horizontal It reaches for the goal But dissolves it in water Before it can be grounded In a surreal place Of touches and smells But no sounds, no tastes, no visions... If I am hearty, then forgive me, For I do not belong here, Far from...

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Waves in my brain to your cliche songs they entrain Background music in the store It takes me over to my core Others keep looking for merchandise Or converse with each other to break the ice But I sing along with nothing to prove Just taken over by a nonlinear groove. (chorus) Waves in my brain like a tidal refrain, When you can't think, the...

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Some with the gumption who continually jump to assumptions and with no allusions always arrive at wrong conclusions board the wrong train again and again and in total frustration never alight at the right station off-track inference prevails their train of thought is off the rails it's repetitive inanity Einstein had a word for that he called it 'Insanity' and let's not forget those excuse me for speaking while you're interrupting (he did mutter) compelled to...

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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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A steel serpent sleek and swift and bright, slices through landscapes, day dissolves to night. No patient plod, no rhythmic rolling sway, but driven power that commands the day. A blur of motion where the fields fly past, a fleeting glimpse of moments built to last. The city's edge, a distant fading gleam, as miles are swallowed in a waking dream. A human...

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Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver wire "Do you see it?" I ask her my voice a splintered cello "The train, Ellie—the one that carries us westward past the edge of the world where Cronus grinds his teeth and...

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Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains; Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains. Mark had a shiny, toy train set, and he was frequently adding cars; As people often have dreams of travel, underneath jewelled stars. Mark's Papa was a train conductor. He loved to manage the train; And Mark liked...

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syrup spit in my ear teaching me how to slide and she the hip hop record out the san francisco's out of the san francisco hurdled dirty exchange rates mastering the filthy turn broken horn memories adjacent his new coats he had and hadn't given away how he wound down towns spendings is spring weathers are drying deserts behind her eyes so depressing sad how about some ice cubing and she would...

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Train whistle of desperation Speaks of others travels Is it hauling people or cattle? One big difference People wear tennis shoes...

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Laid down all my money. Told them, “Take me far away.” Nothing here, not anymore, to make me want to stay. Packed my worldly treasures in the bag here at my feet. And at sundown you can find me sitting in my seat. But don’t tell me! I don’t want to hear. No, don’t tell me! It’s what I most...

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People on the train Whenever I get on the train, I just see friends, and family, families Friendly mates, soulmates. Just walk and walk to find a seat and sit for contemplation. Faces. People. Ladies. Men. Children. Landscapes A family. The family house is the train. The line, the way. House Every time a new smile, it is good to...

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Every hammer needs a nail Every tunnel needs a train Don’t fly off the handle at every turn Speeds increase to the unknown Curves know their way around the bend Stay on the rails as gravity sometimes pretends A bumpy ride is up ahead on tracks laid down “No return” stamped on tickets to the “void” ...

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