Station Poems

Station poems bring the best collection of short and long station poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great station rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these station poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on station are here for you.

The Station

The Station short poem

Lights and dark shadows Leaves swirl around A couple hugging with joy A couple in tears saying goodbye Voices fading into the sounds of wheels Of a train traveling to ends unknown Into the depth time and space An inner

Down At The Station

Down At The Station long poem

Waiting Down at The Station to catch the 2:05 I thought I heard your voice calling out my name but I guess it was just the chatter of the crowd or the noise inside my brain, my tears begin to

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Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

The Lake City – Nainital

The Lake City   Nainital long poem

Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of

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

WELL (INT)ENDED!

WELL (INT)ENDED! long poem

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Temptations

Temptations long poem

Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the

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

Awakening

Awakening short poem

My wife gasps in pain there’s a dog running toward us down the highway median traffic is lurching the sun sits a dog’s head above the southern horizon Thanksgiving is tomorrow we have to turn time into distance the car

Who Are They?

Who Are They? prose poem

Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

The Stars Are Breaking

The Stars Are Breaking long poem

Have I been born of a curse; Rehearse The station just burst, A hole through it first; So it is like to be at the mercy, of this jury decided on perjury. A trial without annihilating the evil inside me,

Pilgrims

Pilgrims long poem

We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his

Brief Case

Brief Case ode

Cleaned once again, my small, ash-color, brief case, That I used to take with me, on all my voyages. Ash, I liked not, but happened to be the one, I had, As none else, so small and compact, for my

Train

Train short poem

The train leaves the station on a misty night On the train is a lonely soul, leaving behind a life unlived Anticipation grows with hopes of a new life full of love, laughter and hope. As the train comes to

अलविदा

अलविदा kavita

आज ये बादल भी रोए हैं मेरे साथ, तुझे अलविदा कहने चले हैं मेरे साथ, गरज भी न सके वो आज बरसे भी तो ऐसे, कि दे गए मुझे तेरी याद, चंद बूँदें जो टपकी हैं तन पर, कुछ गीली

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

What Shall It Profit A Man?

What Shall It Profit A Man? long poem

Bygone days had swifter wings That flew over the assorted lands And brought the harmonious peace To tune the music and the gong. Present borrowed mind is leaning Forward and backward Backward and forward Out and in In and out

Ghost Writer

Ghost Writer long poem

One day a book materializes And floats off store shelves; The other side of earthly farewells, It describes and tells. Upon its arrival, It trends and goes viral; There’s no literary rival – Life’s AfterParty is the title. THE DEFINITIVE

Police

Police long poem

As a kid I always fancied to don the Role of police I visualised police as a superman who can tame any bad guy with ease I believed only God and policeman can protect us from thieves I grew up

Succession

Succession short poem

Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently, He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause, Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite, They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,

City

City short poem

This is the place, a city average Where he frequents. Here lies another memory lurking on A fairy of delight, lived as a lovely lass. Now it is his place of work Where destiny brought him alike A fading odour

Have You Ever Travelled By Train?

Have You Ever Travelled By Train? short poem

Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.

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The Ride

The Ride short poem

Old sense of exhilaration for the spirit to soar free To be one with elements on an aimless kind spree No destination so to say nothing planned as such Tad touch of spontaneity & escapade a sole crutch Legs straddling

Canvas

Canvas short poem

The sky, My canvas on which I paint The colors of my life Using strokes of the clouds Dipped in the palette of wind… Do i wish for the stars? Or the moon? Or is it just the plain simple

Beauty In A Summer Breeze

Beauty In A Summer Breeze long poem

Swallowed in a dream of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude streams of sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers

Cats

Cats short poem

There’s a problem in my neighborhood cats coming by pounding on my door usually in the middle of the night “give us some milk! give us some cat chow!” I call the police but the cats are gone when the

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! My Captain! elegy

Didn’t realize when the heart swelled, a tear rolled down, then, another…. …and so on……….. What a charming guy with blue twinkling eyes! Santa spreading laughter and cheer; giving away endless memories and smiles! Immense pain wears the garb of

The Beast Within

The Beast Within prose poem

The shadows of you continuously haunt me. They are always reflecting the person you made me, the person I didn’t want to become… It has almost been a year since you left, and yet your demons, that I so foolishly

Happiness Is Forever To Stay

Happiness Is Forever To Stay prose poem

Someone asked me, what happiness is, can you define? I smiled and politely said, it differs from person to person, who am I to redefine? Being happy is a matter of choice, It is mere listening to one’s inner voice!

Crossing Names

Crossing Names short poem

Unrepenting you start from a sore point to ask an explanation from an eclipse of the sun. unreviving, a corpse, the moon carries the burden of light, on its bloodied shoulder for burial in dew. Half the century we were

The Dawn

The Dawn short poem

The dusk of that evening; The tears that were rolling; The darkest night of the decade; Still clear in my eyes and can never fade. I am sad for the destiny tumbling upon me; I will fight with God for

The Wind

The Wind short poem

Oh, the wind flowing like thoughts fast yet calm fluttering leaves,through hot searing deserts and cold dreaded mountains, through spring as sweet as happy memories. it leaves nothing untouched and nothing can contain it . Sure no one is where

To Last Night’s Love

To Last Nights Love short poem

Absolve those smiles, Absolve those verses, Those assurance and those assertions; Not ever intended honesty, Not ever expected guarantee, No dreams to cherish and no pains to perish; The passion and the compassion The warmth and the wrath Were all

Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

”Gandhi is dead ” they say . Is he , indeed ? Well , if death means the end of physical existence He died over six decades ago . Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets He became victim of outrageous

Alice got no malice….

Alice got no malice.... short poem

Once upon a time in Wonderland, there lived a girl called Alice. She had her fun, she had her gun, but she ain’t no full of malice. Born of love on a sabbath day, kissed to life by angels. Bless

Smell Of Nothing

Smell Of Nothing short poem

Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers

The Devil

The Devil short poem

Used to walk on broken glass, but I never gave up Tell you what baby, they all think I am crazy They all say that the devil created my way And you know what, I don’t care what they say

An Ode

An Ode ode

Longer than love lingers in lives thoughts of death preoccupies. your brother, your friend, your mate, your mother, all might leave you with some kind of wonder at their lifelessness left behind; what spark was there? what chemical bind— moved

Bed Rest

Bed Rest short poem

Razor Shells and fleshed-out stitches. Endless boredom, life just glitches. Non stop breeding and a circle’s lining, Eggs incubation, feelings thrown astray. I don’t need more problems, just stay away! Adorn a blanket robe like I’m 5 years old. Still