Passengers Poems

Passengers poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of passengers poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on passengers are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Night Train

The Night Train short poem

It is 11.30 at night- A night train is appearing into our sight- Porters are walking up and down the station, They are keeping watch on train’s arrival with great caution- They are frantic to the passengers- who will get

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The Train Of Life

The Train Of Life short poem

The guard gave the signal there was a flutter of good byes the train started its journey of life racing on the railroads of dynamism, halting at stations… The station master managed the station of life well and the train

Spontaneous Frisco Bay

Spontaneous Frisco Bay prose poem

San Francisco Skyline Trembles and quakes with pinpricks of light, Throbbing multi-million galaxies of secret lives Ebbing and absorbing one another in the crisp California night Speeding towards the Mission in a rust bucket, Old Haggard hearse of jovial youth

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

Four Shifts Of A Childhood

Four Shifts Of A Childhood prose poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

My Car My Bucolic

My Car My Bucolic long poem

The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma

The Singapore-Schooled Child

The Singapore Schooled Child short poem

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

Four Shifts Of Childhood

Four Shifts Of Childhood short poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Road- Block

Road  Block long poem

Heaps of vehicles huddled together on the road Like a swarm of flies sitting on Jaggery to taste it People inside the vehicles are drenched in profused sweat Like frozen milk pockets as they are out of the Fridge. A

Bus Rides And Ordeals

Bus Rides And Ordeals prose poem

BUS RiDES AND ORDEALS It’s the long rides from the small towns to the city. The mesmerizing sceneries of the trip taking the bus on the uneven roads, Sometimes,unpaved with no asphalt and the road lay carpeted with small rocks

Journeys

Journeys prose poem

Exhaustion is obvious on our foreheads why does blood leak instead of sweat? It’is flowing in the tears instead of veins. What anxiety is body experiencing? Why exhaustion is in the eyes? Where do we have to go? What are

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Streets

Streets short poem

Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

Rain

Rain short poem

Rain, go somewhere else, I’m pained within. Wash away hurtful experiences. longed to hold onto my innocence, beauty. flawed personality, though wounded. Rain, don’t improve appearances, It’s my heart that needs mending, Start renewing what’s most important, It’s not my

Joy Forever

Joy Forever short poem

The boys are bathing in the river, The scene I will forget never, They are jumping and playing in the water, It is a joy forever. Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them, They are breaking those in

Footfalls

Footfalls short poem

It was in you, the beast. Reading your private thoughts: tribal instincts to gather tools. Dwindling belief. You are left high and dry after the deluge receded. A big fire erupted in your house to burn you alive. Footfalls of

Vision Of A Tree

Vision Of A Tree short poem

Oh! That Bose you would live by now! And teach these men, for blow they how Unto me! And hash they how my skin to pain In bleeding red not, but fluids of frame. I do shade all, give them

They Cannot Stand Between Us

They Cannot Stand Between Us short poem

Well ever since high school I have loved you You gave me your class ring to wear which just Goes to prove you loved me too but the But those were those who were jealous of us And our love

Articulated thoughts on poetry

Articulated thoughts on poetry long poem

Each night, the universe Writes its’ story On the surface Of the moon Using starlight As its’ pen, And deliberately Makes some words To fall on earth That is poetry The immutable self Afraid of its’ loneliness Thinks itself To be many And

Hive

Hive prose poem

Chastened by expectations. Seasoned by trial. All journeys begin the same. Roads diverge, yet all end at the same destination. Experiences vary, stories differ. But the results the same. Progress occurs by the nectar left behind. In this way, the

The Final Goodbye

The Final Goodbye short poem

You said you would be back in a minute But the minute became eternity. Swirling waters erased your physical presence And I was left with just a distant memory. Our journey was cut short You travelled to the other world

Broken, Dead And Dangerous

Broken, Dead And Dangerous short poem

The dangerous chainsaw of destruction, the damp and musty cemetery of cruelty, the dreaded dead drug of desperation, the dusty dirty crossroads of determination, the hollow eyeball socket of fear, the mysterious lake mist of hatred, the mindless needle of

Noise

Noise short poem

You tell me you know my pain That it’ll heal on its own That it’ll go away You tell me that you understand my struggle “Oh, i know how you feel, calm down. It’s not worth the trouble” You tell

A Boy’s Life

A Boys Life short poem

A cry of force uttered in pain An illusion of life he’ll try to gain Cautious steps carefully slain His world’s clean that’ll slowly stain. Lies surround the lonely cradle Perfection crafted with crumbling sand The voice of God takes

Confess

Confess sonnet poems

How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so

Hunting For The Aurora

Hunting For The Aurora short poem

A coronal mass ejection caused me to wake my son at a quarter past midnight, on a school night, and wrap up him carefully, to shut out the cold, to keep a cosmic appointment with electrons, plasma and protons that

Hot Night

Hot Night short poem

The evening twilight covers us, The scent of Lilacs wisp the air. A sensuous musky aroma Draws me to a beautiful woman. Her taut golden body calls, Flowing silken hair, like sun rays. I can not disturb her As I

Bamburgh Bay

Bamburgh Bay ballad

I watched as you skipped and danced Along the sand of Bamburgh Bay. White birds flew above Skimming waves along the way I shouted out You heard me not Lost in some fairy dance Stepped out in Bamburgh Bay. Hair

Death- An Inevitable Truth

Death  An Inevitable Truth short poem

Death will drain, Life’s every strain. All things will mend, After death in the end. Be it big or small, Death has its role. Death is not a notion, That fears no pill or potion. Life is a maze, That

Disaster And After

Disaster And After short poem

What is the relevance now to live for a cause? Epicenter has changed. They were altering the human gene. Butterflies, the lips of squealing babies. I was very fond of monarchs, flying in huge clouds, settling like a drizzle on

Wounds And Me

Wounds And Me long poem

Wounds get scratched To the depth of infinities From where I had started Started that journey That I knew will never end But perhaps I imagined it all I imagined I’m carrying along as always Carrying that wound healer with

My postbox

My postbox short poem

I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,

The Elusive Female Cougar

The Elusive Female Cougar long poem

Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice

They Live!

They Live! short poem

Here they come from their floating fortress Their eyes strange their cloths mysterious They move like kings Walk like a Storm Their fortress vanishes beneath clouds Here comes the Storm Their fortress flies high Their weapons flash in thunder Those

Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes ode

The baker said, I want brown. Sin-steeped chocolate sauce, Caramel crusty and burnt, Cashew roasted to an infinite dark. The painter said, I want brown. Raw umber, tempered With a downy fawn and spiked With shots of bronze. The chef

My Love For You

My Love For You short poem

When I see your face, I feel the whole world’s upside down, The trees start dancing, I feel the soft breeze blowing over my eyes, I feel the warmth of sunrise. I spend the days thinking about you, My skin

This Is Life!!!!

This Is Life!!!! short poem

Life! Has no definition Reason behind it has no explanation From far it’s a glittering illusion Even after “The End” has no perfect conclusion. Life to me is just a choice Silent call of your inner voice Make a choice

A Telltale Tale

A Telltale Tale short poem

Today’s tale is a telltale tale- More than wingless fairy tale! But any man of Intel men will surely fail And must they fail to be in fright I am to tell: A thief to theft, in a home, he’s

Forgetting

Forgetting long poem

  (love is so short, forgetting is so long. –    pablo neruda) Thought I had sent you on the back of a river, away, away, to distant valleys. Thought I had sent you on the back of a cloud, away,

And By Those Words

And By Those Words long poem

And while I walk, I can hear those words, Being echoed time and again, “From this moment, Here shall I declare that we are free, From those colonial chains”. He was a good speaker, he moved the nation, On his