Station Poems - Poems about Station

Life is a slow moving train with many stations along the way. Some stations will be filled with joy some stations we'll encounter pain. Life's journey is a one way ticket as onwards through life...Read the rest...

Joint pourings of nations, All from different nations. Funnel of diversity, Cultures melding in. The station holds the might of nations. Flowing...Read the rest...

To all of my loves, I'm nothing but a greying power station. They're not interested in me or my well being I'm not sure if they ever were. They come at me with endless barbed babble have little need for...Read the rest...

Turning the pages backward I find pressed flowers in my old diary from the day we saw lavender growing in the woods. The sun was swallowed by clouds that were halfway to a metaphor and you told me the...Read the rest...

Our oldest light goes by the name cosmic microwave background radiation— CMB for short. She's everywhere: fluorescent birdsong of modern offices, hum of corner store ice cream cases. Have you heard of her? This gal was...Read the rest...

An hour dissolves Into endless waiting While buses fading Into grey haze Leave me gazing Through downcast eyes At phantom swirls Of mounting fears That chain my feet From homeward paths Where comfort dwells In memories sweet Of shared times' past Till diesel fumes And echoed calls Fade like...Read the rest...

Life with you has always felt like waiting at a train station. I’d curl up on the cold benches and wait on you forever, I think. When you finally get off, I’m so excited that...Read the rest...

sits well and nearly out of reach unless. A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed. Oil soaked around the bend the elbow is. The smell around the bushes how they do. A little stunted here and...Read the rest...

people who are dead set on a political candidate but cannot come up with a single reason but get furious with red faces if you do not believe are irritating to me, and I think brainwashed there is a...Read the rest...

It had something to do with American hostages in Iran was all I knew. Some political complication that required a showing of the flag. But Iran had been our ally? I’d seen their sailors train at our...Read the rest...

her fallacious reasoning caught me by surprise he’s a swindler, a crook, can’t you see with your eyes? He never paid the little guys, declaring bankruptcy. He’s a good businessman, she argues, quite wrongly. The man is a scoundrel,...Read the rest...

Waiting inside the bus station I see her there she is a BEAUTY she is. The wind blows the door To the station open. Her soft dark Long Hair flutters she sees me. Her Magenta lipstick colors Her full Lips. "Hello."...Read the rest...

The shiny, silver gleam of wheel polished railway lines have been dulled by a thick scab of rust. Weeds have colonized the stoney ballast, the wooden sleepers have rotted away to dust. The bush has closed in, dissolving the...Read the rest...

Morning, 8 AM. Kyoto Subway Station. A single gaijin, a foreigner surrounded yet standing out in the crowd. The train clips along, slows down, stops, starts up again repetitively. Whilst humanity surrounds, one can still feel so alone....Read the rest...

Nineteen years passed by Kismet met again in Ullapara, a new Nineteen years before Roshna Begum, stood there, ahead, all of them, upfront. Entropy a storm, a kindled Maugham, lit the latitude, brainstorm Uplifted a passion, yearning for long gone,...Read the rest...