Trains Poems
The platform.
by Katie Louise
Standing on the platform, desperately trying to conform. Longing to fit in.
These thoughts inside my head, they tell me I’m better off dead. What if I just took one step forward, then another… and another. Knowing that the next train would surely smother… me.
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, some may say I’m one of a kind but I don’t think so. I’m just a warrior fighting daily battles just like anybody else, right? Wrong. We may all struggle but I am in my own fight. My own mind. One of a kind.
I and my suitcase are boarding the train now. I managed to fight and resist the urges somehow.
Seated, Feeling defeated. One headphone in my ear listening to some new pop song. I’m people watching as other desperate souls walk along the platform beside me.
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The Train
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
When boys were just boys...
We liked to climb on big toys...
We liked to scream and holler...
And make lots of noise...
Before we learned of girls and their joys...
We liked to play on the Audubon train...
We often came home with a scrape or a sprain...
Our shirts would get ripped...
Perhaps our pants would get a stain...
......
On Trains - edit
by Scott Sowerby
The lights from the station platform
Flicker on the floor of the carriage
As the train pulls away into the dark
My fingers and toes counteract
The toing - froing, pushing
Hard into the floor and handrail
Under the my fingers white
Knuckled stoney eyed. I stare
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On Trains - edit
by Scott Sowerby
The lights from the station platform
Flicker on the floor of the carriage
As the train pulls away into the dark
My fingers and toes counteract
The toing - froing, pushing
Hard into the floor and handrail
Under the my fingers white
Knuckled stoney eyed. I stare
......
The Train
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
When boys were just boys...
We liked to climb on big toys...
We liked to scream and holler...
And make lots of noise...
Before we learned of girls and their joys...
We liked to play on the Audubon train...
We often came home with a scrape or a sprain...
Our shirts would get ripped...
Perhaps our pants would get a stain...
......
The platform.
by Katie Louise
Standing on the platform, desperately trying to conform. Longing to fit in.
These thoughts inside my head, they tell me I’m better off dead. What if I just took one step forward, then another… and another. Knowing that the next train would surely smother… me.
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, some may say I’m one of a kind but I don’t think so. I’m just a warrior fighting daily battles just like anybody else, right? Wrong. We may all struggle but I am in my own fight. My own mind. One of a kind.
I and my suitcase are boarding the train now. I managed to fight and resist the urges somehow.
Seated, Feeling defeated. One headphone in my ear listening to some new pop song. I’m people watching as other desperate souls walk along the platform beside me.
......
