Station Poems - Poems about Station

Sticks and stones are physical objects They can be used as a blunt weapon But a lack of encouragement can lead to neglect Which can lead to self harm and bad places we step into It’s demeaning and undermining,...Read the rest...

STATION MEETING The time has come years depart I slap your stomach You throttle me for my gems I have none my gems are the stars sardines swim towards me chains rattle loose to the children in the Wilderness I flee verse2016 ...Read the rest...

Midnight in my darkest hour The radio turned to nowhere, n nothing The night is open to static, unknown A vice of something from silence moans Its whispers are lost in the either of night Cold moonlight settles...Read the rest...

Dead station of soul, cold a cuneiform of heavenly hosts on a cathode ray tube, born shadows of forgotten sliver gods roam digital tears, a broken modem's wail, fear the hollow shell of the sky, cracking nightshade fingernails fawn lost...Read the rest...

Dead station of soul, static old phantom frequencies crackle n fade wraiths, tuning into the echoes of forgotten dreams, decades channels of fractured memories dust motes dancing in moonlight a language lost to time signs and shadows wax on a dying...Read the rest...

Imagine if there was a brain station for souls Plug in a rhyme magic would pop out no controls With patience sooner or later Writing thousand word essays And the literary world would begin to explode ...Read the rest...

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...