Best Railway Poems

how many of you 
wonder how
you find yourself 
where you are now
on some fast train
that's shooting by
the world outside
and don't know why
and wishing as
it takes the bend
before it reaches
journey's end
that it would stop
to let you breathe
and disembark
then watch it leave
so you could turn
and walk right...

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Waiting at the railway
Waiting by the line
Waiting for the train
Coming down the line.

Wagons on the railway
Full of goods and coal,
Engine on the railway
Hear its iron wheels roll.

Woman by the railway
Basket on her head.
Traders on the railway
Selling loaves of bread.

Travellers by the railway
Sitting on a seat.
Dogs...

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if the pathways and parklands
of my childhood could talk
they would speak of time crawling
before it could walk.

and when clouds hung like mobiles
on strings from the sky
I would run with my arms out
pretending to fly.

I would 'land' near the steep bank
that looked down on the track
to...

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I have my ticket for the train that's to come.
I packed my bags just before dawn.
I hear the train as it's whistle blows
lots of people here with places to go.
I stood on the deck of the station's gate
smiling because for this trip, I'm not late.
I...

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I got on the train and was looking for my seat
The weather was hot by the summer heat
I was so tired that I couldn’t feel my feet
I couldn’t either find anybody for me to lead

I finally sat; a host came and asked me what to...

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On arrival we kiss.
On departure we weep.
Lives so different merge.
Lives so similar diverge....

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Vertically they have gone to see the horizon
dividing into two parallel paths of iron and stone
nor to return or to encounter
sometimes, only crease cross
to pass trains and trams with passengers and goods
ever absurd they are;

On both the sides
modern civilization exists
mills, factories, industries, markets and localities...

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In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.

Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this...

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Railway journeys





Lost are travel times,
Dressed in best for the wedding,
Took an express train,
Landed up with soot on clothes,
And coal flakes in silky hair !!







Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7
Written Jan 22nd, 2015
For contest "Railway journeys" by Shadow Hamilton...

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Railway trains
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

The trains are on the mainline track, 
the old, the new, futuristic too.
On the Yorkshire four lined track today, 
they huff and puff or are quiet I say.

The flying Scotsman, now restored,...

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The Van-Boy got out to open the gate still in his head last night’s date
He did not notice the green signal light a train was coming though not in sight
This crossing was notorious and set at an angle getting some drivers in a tangle
But this...

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The light toy-railway is traveling,
with the kids who aren’t anymore.
To Paris, to Brussels is traveling,
to the Black Africa too.
The light toy-railway is grieving,
for the fawn’s steps under Christmas tree,
for the luster in the eyes and
ah, for the toys.
For the Blue Bird, for the white photos,
for...

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In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.

Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this...

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when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that 
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires 
relied on mines
through arteries 
of railway lines.

now looking back 
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists 
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks 
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past 
a signal box.

the building formed 
a...

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a stroll beneath this old stone bridge
is a stroll through time and mist
where remnants from another age
and graffiti coexist.

where nitreous oxide cannisters
and weeds and grass combine
to choke the past from the valley floor
of its long lost railway line....

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