Train Station Poems - Poems about Train Station

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 I feel tears of joy stinging my cheeks. I race over to hug you and you give me a smile...

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In a Train Station Quickly we had our breakfasts Then we both gazed At the station clock The morning train is late Everything is wet At night, the rain poured heavy I listened to it Hitting the bricks on the roof. So tasty is this coffee, you said The smell of bread, the flame of the oven And the two bags You didn’t wear your trenchcoat,...

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I see the old train station where it used to come and where it would depart. There memories untold Though you cannot see anyone, you know that there are those still there at heart. Wood is now of mold, Is an old jail just across, feeling eyes watching you making you want to dart. The memories seem cold...

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Whistle Stops Whistle stops wait for lonesome midnight trains Recalls starlit sentimental journey storms Shivers in express downpours, pelting rains, But sing a litany of train refrains, Rhapsodies of locomotive terrains Rumble through restless lullabies forlorn, Solitary nights silver rails explain As heartbreak punches tickets for hope reborn. Whistle stops wait for lonesome midnight trains But sing a litany of train refrains Solitary nights silver rails...

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The train didn’t slow down I couldn’t get off On this station The sidings were removed Only weed felt at home On this station The building still stands I don’t know the name The name of this station It must have been short To fit the empty area on the wall There must have been life and joy People, and goods, coming and going There are signs by...

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I am on the railroad platform in Chicago waiting for my honey, my man. He had run back to purchase me a sandwich with warm honey ham. We are heading to California on a Zephyr that has a great reputation. This is the sixth time we have been on this train leaving this station. Our daughter lives in California,...

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You will find it On an unremarkable urban street But no signs will point you Well-worn tracks That lead to it These are not made of steel No people with teary farewells Or Cheery welcomes Hugs and handshakes Lost to antiquity Unattended gardens Surround it An old squeaky gate Guards it Bland as bile Its wall Memories of institutions That room Waiting room Filled with the palliative Dying Helpless Unloved Unmoved Left waiting in Absolute At Black train station...

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Joyous Day At The Train Station A most absurd thing happened while I made my way to meet my morning train one sunny, summer day. While walking on the path I saw the engineer I see most every day when traveling, but near him was a box of sorts all covered with a sheet. He quickly called to me and said,...

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Life can Be compared With a train station Some persons will stay with you Others will be besides you for a season During your lifetime will appear persons to teach you something, others to show the meaning of forgiving, meanwhile the ones that are meant to be with you during the journey called life will stay with...

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I stand with my ticket, they are forming a line, where am I going? I'll tell you in time. Will it be early or will it be late? I look at my watch...but the numbers aren't straight. The train then arrives, we all get on board... fear strikes me inside as they're closing the doors. The train looks familiar...I've seen it before, for I've ridden...

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Waiting At The Train Station by Edmund Siejka Not far away From the train station Is a distant river Deep Cobalt grey Churning it’s way between Snow covered banks. To the right Towering above the tree lines Is a Church Inside a priest Prepares for Sunday morning Mass Early light filtering in Through stained glass windows. I waited for an errant train...

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as spook night end it was Halloween sin time to go home they ran and rome it was lot was temptation clowning the TRAIN STATION...

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A train arrives every other minute. Every other minute rushing, competing with the next to past. Past, passing by, people crossing paths but never really meeting. Meeting, almost; never met. Met yet never known, or forgotten. Forgotten, left behind. The right things always left behind The wrong things never forgotten. Forgotten how heavy our suitcases are. Are the trains arriving? Arriving, leaving. Endless doorways that connect yet separate. We meet,...

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Train station carries the bustle of people They’re milling about with their worries in tow Some stop to see train number by the steeple Others hope train is nearer than what’s below The rain comes down hard leaving some in dismay Hoping the roof will save them on this dim day The whistle of a train is heard, all come near Ready...

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after the ball drop we hope to the station ont the way home call on the cell phone it was insane so we a bad sacaction AT THE NEW YEARS TRAIN STATION...

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