Poems About Trains Published by Members Recently Online
#trains
u53l355
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 1:09pm
23rd Mar 2023 1:09pm
Train Passing
Looking down at my feet on the cold grey tiles , the tips of my shoes edging closer towards the yellow line , i can read the text stencilled on the ground although like the scramble of thoughts in my head these words make no sense to me .
I hear a tremble coming from the tunnel up the tracks . Lights gleaming brighter as they make their way towards the station , I blankly stare as they approach , Paralyzed by the thought of ending it all .
A train passes the platform on its express journey to the stadium , the wind from the carriage hits my face like punch to the cheek . I...
I hear a tremble coming from the tunnel up the tracks . Lights gleaming brighter as they make their way towards the station , I blankly stare as they approach , Paralyzed by the thought of ending it all .
A train passes the platform on its express journey to the stadium , the wind from the carriage hits my face like punch to the cheek . I...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
#trains
487 reads
4 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 1:09pm
23rd Mar 2023 1:09pm
Train Passing
Looking down at my feet on the cold grey tiles , the tips of my shoes edging closer towards the yellow line , i can read the text stencilled on the ground although like the scramble of thoughts in my head these words make no sense to me .
I hear a tremble coming from the tunnel up the tracks . Lights gleaming brighter as they make their way towards the station , I blankly stare as they approach , Paralyzed by the thought of ending it all .
A train passes the platform on its express journey to the stadium , the wind from the carriage hits my face like punch to the cheek . I...
I hear a tremble coming from the tunnel up the tracks . Lights gleaming brighter as they make their way towards the station , I blankly stare as they approach , Paralyzed by the thought of ending it all .
A train passes the platform on its express journey to the stadium , the wind from the carriage hits my face like punch to the cheek . I...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
#trains
487 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th May 2023 9:00pm
8th May 2023 9:00pm
Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
670 reads
32 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th May 2023 9:00pm
8th May 2023 9:00pm
Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
670 reads
32 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th May 2023 9:00pm
8th May 2023 9:00pm
Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
670 reads
32 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th May 2023 9:00pm
8th May 2023 9:00pm
Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
670 reads
32 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th May 2023 9:00pm
8th May 2023 9:00pm
Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
670 reads
32 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
74 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
74 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
74 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
74 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
74 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Trains Published by Members Recently Online
