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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Love Lost..

Love Lost.. short poem

I told you I loved you, I gave you everything I had, We both made promises to never let ‘us’ go bad… I thought of you every moment – awake or asleep, I fell for you hard…I let you in

An Ordinary Man

An Ordinary Man short poem

I am but an Ordinary man With wife and children in demand Up each morning at six On the road and dressed in slick And add to that a boss with that stick That makes a buck at a lick

Your Absence Greets Me

Your Absence Greets Me short poem

Your absence greets me every morning. In the beginning, so noisy, even wild, Thrusting its claws into my plexus, Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory, Bleeding questions and perplexities- Oh, how I hated that spectrum Which darkened my glaring world!

I Can Feel You

I Can Feel You short poem

I can feel it up… Every moment I spend with you… as I close my eyes … I can feel you up… I know you are not around… But you are in my heart.. The moment you were with me…

One world?

One world? short poem

One physical world has as many manifestations as there are minds, for each mind sees the world and infers its own interpretations. We both live in this One world but your world seems entirely different from mine. My world is

Blood Rain An Impoverished Flame

Blood Rain An Impoverished Flame sonnet poems

Instant in second thought would we peer morely impoverished flame would we adhere lonely would we let love persevere or love in lost love in those disappear into a pleasance our one love so near an impoverished flame of our heart so sincere pleasance from love we once sought in

Fleeting Love

Fleeting Love short poem

You sought my heart out, Back when it beat for another. You opened my eyes to truth so blunt, The love I pined for, would never gather. You watched me hang myself, Holding onto a flimsy web of hope. And

Misty Cups Of Tea

Misty Cups Of Tea short poem

Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the

Swallowed by the dark

Swallowed by the dark short poem

Corrupt the desire “to be” has made me so lost my “Querencia” in transit the crack in my soul ( for the light to get in ) has been filled-up with “God knows what” where is my Elysian that I

The Guy In Gray Last March

The Guy In Gray Last March short poem

You drive me to the same place. You steer so swift and safe. You reached my waist behind your car, In a land seems near, Yet, so far. Your face was so close to mine, And I thought it was

Addiction

Addiction short poem

I know,I just know… ..If I abuse I will be gone gone gone gone. More than a junkie, you can’t see it. I crave worse than narcotics. (I would trade this for being an alcoholic) Tragic? yeah it is tragic.

Tornado Tornado

Tornado Tornado short poem

The buff flaunts his elements in a dissenting voice. Don’t go into the lake. There were no survivors. Stop kissing the moon all night. Clouds were moving away for the coronation of the sun. The windowpane was broken. Somebody has

Little Do You Know

Little Do You Know short poem

​ little do you know that I’ve given you my heart. that I’m ready, and prepared, for if you tear it apart. little do you know that I think of you at night. that I wish you were here, and

Moody Mind

Moody Mind short poem

Mind is a very tricky customer Sometimes it is in Ecstasy for no reasons Sometimes it is somber in spite of good reasons Mood changes according to desires Mood is pleasant when complimented Mood is murky when criticised None wants

Guests

Guests short poem

There it was, A beautiful villa, Complete with lots of guards, From inside a cry would be heard, And the moaning of a person in agony, The mission would be in progress The new slaughter house, Trained untamed boys into

Helpless

Helpless short poem

Thoughts wander in my mind, but my vision ignores them. Words tangle around my tongue, but do not fall out of my lips. My fingers are intertwined around the pen, but my hands don’t write. My heart beats every voice

Superb Blue Wren

Superb Blue Wren short poem

Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one

After Receiving Your Hot Note

After Receiving Your Hot Note short poem

I think of this sunthundered afternoon when spiderling superheroes in sandwich boards “6.99 Any Pizza” at crossroads wave at transport as it passes. Sunlight is too bright for you like that redhead in black gladiator sandals and little grey dress

Lofty Peaks

Lofty Peaks short poem

The ashes will come back in mauve, in furrowed face of hunger. I will wait for the clouds to welcome the blue flames. I was the one to walk on time and squeeze the truth for finding the essence of

The Unconquered

The Unconquered elegy

Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears

The Port

The Port short poem

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

Love Hurts

Love Hurts prose poem

Sometimes I wonder what’s it gonna be like without the one you once loved, yeah it’s gonna be hard your gonna experience the most pain probably in your life.. and your gonna think your not gonna find someone else.. and

This Morning

This Morning prose poem

This morning I awoke, You were the first thing on My mind: You were the sunrise Spreading your golden rays Across the sky. This morning I woke up You were the fresh rose In my garden Your tender petals blowing

I Want To Belong

I Want To Belong prose poem

I may not know much, but I do know that many times you think that you are doing something right, it sometimes throws you for a loop. If you close your eyes and search deep in your heart what do

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Born are we unshackled Flowing we are like rivers Continuously moving ahead In motion we are forever. Cozy beds confine us not We spring up to move out To echoing meadows where Peacocks dance, coo about. Free they are, free

Peace, One And All

Peace, One And All short poem

Winter snow And a fiery glow From eyes that twinkle Like the flakes below A romantic stroll Along the water’s edge Dodging screaming children Cutting corners on a sledge Buildings, trees And fences ablaze With bright, twinkling lights In the

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Revelation

Revelation short poem

I’m not my own kind, but a unique human I can’t settle for good, when I can be awesome I have a smile that is charged and infectious I dance with absolute abandon and joy I’m a free soul with

Umbrella

Umbrella short poem

Like a brazen dancer of night. A phantom? With heart on chest; floating in air, like a death-scarf. You have donated the body for an angel- petrifying the moon. The hairy saint was unquiet, in a glass house. Who had