Trolley Poems - Poems about Trolley

The sunrays huddles beneath clouds Horizon as still night enshrouds. The busy city starts to sleep As clouds still continues to weep. Late-night passerby most gracious Passengers restlessly anxious. The evening trolley-car arrives Passengers bound to their home lives. Within hearts and life paradise Fervent souls with their sacrifice. 5/12/2023...

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Christopher Robin’s thinking of Alice But she wasn't with him there Alice was above the Indian Ocean Ten thousand feet up in the Air, Working as a Trolley Dolly First Class Section, Exotic Air Line, Mixing with the Jet Set and Finding life suited her just fine. She’d joined the Mile High Club, Just to give it a try Wondering if making love...

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There was a lady named Polly Oh, , she loved to ride the trolley ...

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Or translates to "I almost ran out of gas on the trolley today!" An ode to my day! On Trolley! New billows sweep thee out Upward. What wilt thou? Hold that hill, be stout Gas'st not thy mast Now rent by stiff South Hill's blast? Thy side, of passengers now forlorn? Thine tank, with groaning gauges say "Though cannot sustain, The three...

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Crazed San Francisco to Mad New Orleans~~who's off his trolley~~but ME! 2020 January 25 Who Flips your Trolley Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Bobby May...

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In the heat and rain , upon tracks rusted and bare A little red trolley sits, remembering former days Of horse drawn carriages, filled with new marriages Of clanging bells and merry people, Doing chores,or walking into stores Rolling hills and long tall steeples Weathered stones in grass covered cemeteries Busy times filled with haunted memories Rising from the haze...

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He couldn’t find a place to stay So living on the street was his only way Until a Friday in Bourke Street Melbourne town A Terrorist set fire to a utility with gas bottles piled ‘round And an innocent man was stabbed to death By the Terrorist with a knife in danger’s breath A struggle ensued with the police Trolley man...

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SUSAN RODE THE TROLLEY TO THE TRAIN TO HOUSTON TO BUY A SPECIAL DOLLY Oh! gee ooh-wee golly, golly; Rode the tracks of the long trolley; Little girl named Susan; Rode the train to Houston; To toy store purchased a dolly; 6/19/18 written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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In the morning I wear a head scarf, With glasses, I smoke a dart, I push the tea trolley, with tea and coffee, And the cookies- a la carte. By day I’m the invisible woman, Predictably safe and tame, But, it’s when the moon comes up, That things just aren’t the same, I change in the witching hour, To Rhiannon of...

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Like the Sun a trolley car Is bound to the tracks Like the Sun A trolley car follows an elliptical path Like sunflowers People need the Sun For life The Sun journeys on the dark side of things And the people have no choice but to follow But I do not follow exactly I am like a satellite I am the Moon And follow my own path But also the...

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Empty Trolley The supermarket Has got its own Bell tower Like a modern church For capitalism Hundreds of shops Selling the obvious Garish colours An ice-rink Many restaurants Selling Unhealthy food There is no art here Very little to see If you do not care About High heeled shoes And burgers...

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BACK STORY Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping order on the bus, like making sure people did not block the aisle, or go past the stop they had...

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I’m a racist shopping trolley, I’m proud and happy and clean. I don’t like hanging around with trolleys rescued from the river, Beaten up all rusty, and mouldy, and green. I’m proud I look after my wheels, Never crashing into shelves in the store. I can’t stand those horrible trolleys that let themselves go, Making folks fight an unwinnable war. I’m...

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Our lips touch softly Craving for more Hugging closely Not wanting to let go Needing you so intensely Holding your body Next to mine so tenderly Glancing into your eyes Captivates me with an Overflowing desire Our sweet trolley So full of wondrous delight Hunger burning As we lightly touch Sending each other Floating away We lay hypnotised Snuggled together as one Just being with you Fills my heart With love That keeps on...

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Push my trolley down the hill Let is crash and see how I feel Unstable - it’s missing one wheel It's a thrill – this ride could kill It’s carrying my life’s clutter All old and new, even litter It’s half full or half empty I don’t care, but some got plenty So it means my life was a waste? what, that I don’t...

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