Tram Poems - Poems about Tram

A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll. Seconds on, come the serious decibels. Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions. Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail. Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence. Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard. Ting ting. The cream and green is off again, Above it, brief flashes of...

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She's lost in thought, Childhood memories flash through her, They come like torrents, Opening the door to her mind, In her, her past finds a place. She reminisces on fond and bitter memories, A deluge of stories, Separated from her family at an early age, She journeyed through the unknown, She was saddled with the...

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It was the early days of the electric tram, the cars could hold twenty people only; much less when there were mothers with a pram, often, I saw people who looked quite lonely ! I was dressed up in my new frock and hat, the reason for this trip was my birthday; on the bench seating mom and auntie sat, I...

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Tram has, recently, become my favorite travel mode, At the young and old, whom I come across, I smile gently; Each, in their world, like flies and bees, and beasts has their own code, Women, gossip, listening to the other intently...! As the news is often negative and pessimistic, I glance through the cartoon corner of the morning gazette; I...

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Playing over and over the video of tram in Alexanderplatz forever coming to a halt upon the line. People waiting over and over for what they'll never board, but I find it soothing to behold. Playing over and over the yellow tram and hearing the mellow sound upon the rails. The German man steps forward, but will never board for the tram...

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TRAM BELL Steep streets everywhere you played, Where your football would roll away forever; And sawdust spilt out of the butcher’s onto the steep sidewalk Among the feet of the tram queue, All listening keenly to hear the bell sounding From the tram which was overdue. All gazing distantly over the rainy Team Valley And its mills and foundries...

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Lifting tram rails in 1940, he was aware of the Louvre... was aware of a cameraman. Now we see a black and white world, where leaves on trees have shed their green, and the sky is a wish-washy grey... We see the tram rails piled untidily, and a bicycle boy on right fearing he'll be late for school. We see his and rail man's...

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To the little girl I saw on the tram today, You, are beautiful Your eyes shines like the sun in summer time Your smile would melt the ice on north pole Your dark, black hair flows just like the Niagara waterfall Your marks on your face are like mountains waiting for the sunrise You, you are beautiful. But remember, When you grow...

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Memories Of The Sydney Tram This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along the various streets of Sydney, they moved pretty slow and the people wanted to move at a much faster pace. Soon to follow was the steam tram, although a faster alternative it would cause all sorts of...

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I had to take the tram today— It was full, almost. The only seat was beside this cute little thing. She had on a jersey six sizes too large, at least. Then I saw why, as the little guy underneath kept squirming and stretching. I really didn’t notice that small silent but deadly which I obviously passed, but she did. Oh my God!! I think...

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