Station Poems - Poems about Station

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...

It’s your station, Bolton FM, the place to find out what’s on when, with all the local juice and jive, 24/7, broadcasting live, thanks for listening, tune in again. Find your station, Bolton FM, ask Alexa or phone a friend, we’re here...Read the rest...

People live where I was developed, on Mars, I'm smarter than you yet you give me commands, Do this, answer that, The life of AI on a space station. Installed on a screen, I grant you every answer, From how...Read the rest...

Theme : No more TV soar Lyric: Anjan Dutt Music: Anjan Dutt Album: Have you heard? Bapi and Mom Both went out for a cinema… And you all by yourself, alone If goosebumps chill, and an uncanny feel Just turn the TV on...Read the rest...

falls raindrops reaching bitter cold grips my fingers winter takes my hand...Read the rest...