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Yamaguchi Seishi haiku translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchYamaguchi Seishi haiku modern English translationsGrasses wilt:the braking locomotivegrinds to a halt.―Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation byMic.. |
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Strangeness on a trainA Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madnes..It is, in fact, the antidote. |
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Killed by The TrainA Poem by Andrew Nelson StewartThe random feelings of sadness especially in your favorite seat on a hypothetical everyday day train as it compares losing someone dear to the heart. |
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The Abandoned Train LineA Story by Chris RankineGerry is intrigued by the abandoned train line he passes each day on his commute to work, after a night out, his curiosity pushes him to find out wher.. |
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Blink and Wake UpA Poem by Andrew Nelson StewartTrying to start a fire as an escape from being lost for too long. The inevitable madness we all endure when attempting to set things to a simmer in ba.. |
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Sirens Scream. Trains WhistleA Poem by Earl SchumackerPsychological travels, death, life, vehicles |
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A Century BetweenA Story by R J FullerSorrow knows no bounds. In essence, we are all capable of the same tragedy and the same generosity |
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Demon laysA Poem by gracejust like the grinning demon lays... |
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New York CityA Poem by Night JasmineA concrete jungle love storyAn electric cityAdorned with wire vines and steal rail lines that take the city to new heightsUnderground echoes like the .. |
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A Bandaid for WinterA Story by AlexaliburWarming up with tea and a small piece of writing. I've never seen snow in my life, or experienced such cold, so I feel it is a good opportunity to tr.. |
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Freight TrainA Poem by JE FalconA non-rhyming poem about trains and other things. |
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Our TrainA Story by Mr. CI fell in love with someone at a time I shouldn't. Sounds weird right? How could it not be a good time for love? Still, I feel what I feel and am tire.. |
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A 5-7-5 StoryA Poem by JE FalconSenryu |
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Seabreeze Train Of YoreA Poem by PolarPaddyA nostalgic look back at the old Seabreeze train from Dublin to Arklow in the sixties and early seventies, this is for the Wicklow leg. Just like life.. |
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Stop zero!A Story by LightA messy story about what could possibly happen after life. |
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