Love Poems About Rail or Rail Love Poems
by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories: animal, beauty, bird, color, flower, morning, sun,

Wakey Wakey

Red rooster is crowing, perched on a split rail fence,
In the bloom of a rosy dawn, when all nature is tense.
In the chocolate colored trees, of the emerald leaves,
Baby bluebirds are cheeping, to the spicy warm breeze.
The flowers bob and curtsey, with many colorful cheers,
In a love affair that's endured, ages of sunlit years!
Purple shadows are drifting, the world partially awake,
And it's still a shadowy mystery, what destiny will make.
Perky squirrels are scampering, the sun is on his way,
Sweet life is beginning again, for it's a brand new day!


by Thomas Martin |
Categories: cute love, funny, hyperbole, school,

Ice Skating

I skate
with date

not ready
unsteady

cling rail
would bail

afraid
my maid

would skate
He-mate

leave rail
act male

fall down
I frown

but she
helps me

cling arm
no harm

we skate
up late

let go
oh no!

spill cup
helps up

red face
no race

to rail
still male

take home
not nome

miss
kiss

high school
now fool






by ... Gigno |
Categories: devotion, love,

All-Life Ride

Give me a plane and I'll be at your door
Send me by rail and I'll be back for more
Gas up my truck and I'll be by your side
Step in my head and it's an all-life ride


by kash poet |
Categories: funny, me, love, me,

A Secret Funny Tale

This is going to be a secret funny tale not told before,but now I must tell some soupers are sending me sweet soupmails as if they are in a journey with me in love rail or taking me to a love island on a sail and they are doing it constantly without fail of course they are not male but female till now they are thinking that I'm a male I think it is my name that leaves a manly trail though never did I mention that I am a male enough is enough and now I am going to unveil who those soupers are to turn their faces pale. ** Do not forget to read what Andrea Dietrich wrote in her poem "A Soup Tragedy" in reply to this poem. =====================================

by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: age, love, time,

Old Soul

In that we are all a vassal to age
  no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no atonement can old time assuage
  or rail against its synchronicity.
For ever decreasing circles besot
  the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot 
  but wise to your end and your exemplar -
of all our earthly labours and pleasure,
  and all that was ventured and lost or won;
for insofar love is the true measure
  I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
Sadly no mortal thing this world outlast
yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.

             
               November 2010

          Dedicated to my father.

by Jordan Dickinson |
Categories: love, baby, baby,

Sunset Blues

Miles away from the train rail track-
Baby girl lets not look back-

Walk with me, lets go as two-
And baby sing the sunset blues-

Don't worry bout the distance dear-
Anywhere with you seems all so near-

Now honey we can come as two-
And baby sing the sunset blues-

Now you left me by the train rail track-
With nothing else but to look back-

I look up high and think of you-
And by myself I sing my sunset blues-

by Deb Wilson |
Categories: anger, animal, children, evil,

Send Them Straight To Hellfire

Thoughts of taking an eye for an eye saturate my being.
The black invades my very heart because of what I'm seeing.

Cruelty to the helpless beings brings out the rage in me.
Some day I might just cross that line when I can't let it be.  

So many times I think that Old West justice should prevail.
These ugly less than humans should be run out on a rail.

Let them feel the pain and misery they richly deserve.
If I can be the one to give it I won't flinch a nerve.

Innocent animals and wee ones have such love to give.
The evil ones causing them pain just don't deserve to live.





written 5/18/2015

by Talena alienmermaid |
Categories: angst, confusion, introspection, loss, love, passion,

Dragon and Phoenix

For better or worse
The path is laid

I've tried and I've cried
But the desire doesn't fade 

Does losing ones center
Make one whole?

I question I rail 
I confess
That I've failed

But the Dragon swallowed the Phoenix
And so ends this tale

I've loved and I've lost

It's my choice 
My tale

We pretend to be rudderless 
but the truth is

We are the wind and the sail.

by white sage |
Categories: allusion,

time will wail

Time will wail
As love trips away
And the sky won't stay
Time will wail
On the big ocean where seasons sail
And in words written in the grail
Time will wail
By the green oak so pale
By the fish without any scale
Time will wail
And the world won't say
And experiences will decay
Time will wail
In futures veil
And in the luxurious vain
Time will wail
For those who fail
And by the innocence of jail
Life will wail
On jeopardy's rail
On Doom's trail
Life will wail
And it won't wait
 When the clock is tamed on a fox tail
Life will wail.

by debbie hernandez |
Categories: inspirationalme, me,

LORD I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE

LORD LET ME FEEL YOUR PRESENCE
I KNOW YOUR LAWAYS THERE
YOU,VE NEVER LET ME WALK ALONE 
IVE ALWAYS KNOWN YOU CARE

YOU,VE SEEN ME THRU HARD TIMES
EVEN THOUGH YOU I HAVE FAILED
YOUR LOVE FOR US UNWAIVERS
YOUR HAND IS ON THE RAIL

ALTHOUGH IVE FACED SOME BATTLES
SOME I DIDNT ALWAYS COME THROUGH
BUT  I K NOW THAT YOU HAVE BLESSED ME
ALL I NEED TO DO IS CALL ON YOU

by Mike Miller |
Categories: first love, goodbye, heartbreak,

Ferry to Freedom

Leaning on the rail,
Clasping a clutch bag of dreams.
Sea spray blends with tears.
Propellers churn memories,
Of Love betrayed and submerged.

by Neelam Sangwai |
Categories: goodbye, love hurts,

Stationary Prisoner

bidding her farewell,
mist of unsaid confessions
rail track  forever
in legs turned heavy anklets 
--stationary prisoner--

by Robert Lindley |
Categories: age, allusion, analogy, appreciation, art, beautiful, blessing,

Thoughts On The Rail

Thoughts On The Rail


I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!

I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!

May I know, the joys my father found
The great treasures of his humble life
Spirit flying fast while earthly bound
Far above the din of sin and earthly strife!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015

by alex j stokas |
Categories: lost love, memory,

Recall



Wanted to touch your face moment I saw you 
In softlight on stone stairs grasping  that rail-
Coy downcast gaze - 
Looked into those soft blue eyes
Heard warm words from your precious lips-
Wanted to kiss you again,
Hold you close and chase the moon-
Guess time takes its toll.
Distant train whistle-calls
Reluctantly we move along …
Following lifepaths which lead to unknown times
You perhaps slightly northward to a new life--
I to explore gypsy-like 
Unable to tell my own fortune.

by Emily Gem |
Categories: best friend, boyfriend, cute love, kiss,

Sakura Blossoms

On the bridge I wait, my hands clasped 
Something on my mind as time passes
The beauty of the pink little petals~float
Dance in the air~as does my heart
I see your smile, I could see it from miles away
On the other side of the bridge a petal falls on your face
You laugh and I laugh with you, even though we make no sound
I feel light as warm air flowing with the breeze
Just the crinkle by your eyes makes my heart feel free
I take quiet steps across the wooden bridge 
And your hand travels on the rail as you do the same 
Our hands collide as we mirror them 
Only our kiss can make the petals stop~in my mind

by GOODNESS LANRE |
Categories: art,

Can I Impress You

As I sit at 
my table
Hoping to 
write
Words fail 
me
Yet, my 
thoughts 
teem
Not a bit a 
one right
I am 
unable...

I wish to 
express an 
impress...

There was 
nothing 
wrong
Wrong 
with my 
heart.
As wrong 
as it is
Until you 
came 
A strange 
flame 
Singed my 
soul
Like a 
firing dart
It was a 
love wrong.

I wish an 
expressive 
impress
I am 
unable...

My heart is 
heavy
As of the 
debt of a 
huge levy.
My soft 
spot 
indulge a 
pain
The run of 
a train on 
rail.

I wish an 
express 
impress
But I sell 
you my 
stress.

I can't 
but...

by Jennifer D'Andrea |
Categories: friendship, happiness, life, nature, people, time, uplifting,

Lazy Day

We are on our porch 
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight, 
dreaming.
Hazily lazing over the 
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are 
having coffee, talking, 
gawking at nature and 
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs stretched out before us,
the garden on our porch: a forest.
Time.....drags.....by like a steamboat 
on a river...
Birds on the rail
flick their beaks and tails,
Morning Glories galore
climb the wood
near our door.
It's Summer, we love it.
It's what we wait 
all year for.

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baby, jesus, love,

Tippy Toes Holding Tight, Love's Rail

Of warm tiny tears; twas a long night....
Baby swept away amid taunting gray as grim
Photographic images their dreamscapes montrous
Montage bold yet cold, this shivering plight: black pearls
Coloured stones mortified his mosaic an albatros in timeless gales
Insidious insomnia; insolent's ancient anthology spreading wide these wings
Posed a verse her phantom's hearse Pompeii ? Whispering winds awaken the child....
Leviathan's leprechaun: sprinkling magical dust baleful skies prophetic life: tender tides reaching high.

by GOODNESS LANRE |
Categories: art,

Impressing You

As I sit at my table
Hoping to write
Words fail me
Yet, my thoughts teem
Not a bit a one right
I am unable...

I wish to express an impress...

There was nothing wrong
Wrong with my heart.
As wrong as it is
Until you came 
A strange flame 
Singed my soul
Like a firing dart
It was a love wrong.

I wish an expressive impress
I am unable...

My heart is heavy
As of the debt of a huge levy.
My soft spot indulge a pain
The run of a train on rail.

I wish an express impress
But I sell you my stress.

I can't but...

by Anthony Gitau |
Categories: best friend,

Love Character

Many breakdown in tears,,but I breakdown in fear of what will happen if you depart.
Many feel low because of lost dreams and hopes but i feel low because of actualised fiction that many seem not to understand about you. 
Many cry because of the pain of love but I try not to freak due to the gain from your love. 
Many fail to love because they have been betrayed 
but i rail to love due to the emotions towards me that you have portrayed. 
Many yearn to utter words of wisdom that will be embedded in books of history but i try to engrave words of love in your heart that define who you are. 

by Patricia Lawton |
Categories: flower, children, garden,

m,l,c

My Little Cottage.

I love my little cottage adorned in roses by the sea.
I've lived here a long time just my cat and me.
In summer it's really pretty, the roses out in bloom
the fragrance from the petals filling every room.
The gardens full of flowers, of pinks, golds and reds
neatly displaying each colour boldly in flower beds.

Then comes the curse of winter with winds, hail and rail
and I see my flowers all die off until spring returns again.
Well I guess that's the tapestry of life as seasons come and go
Then come next spring you'll hear me sing
with a beautiful flower bed to show.

by Joe DiMino |
Categories: imagination, introspection, language, life, philosophy, symbolism, wisdom,

Imagination

I know I often rail against science--
but, actually, I love it!
Started with science,
the grasp was easier
and the tangible truth
pleasant when sweet
like the bitter/sour
proportional to 
my elicited response--

and science lead me to spirit;
to a driving force
without boundaries--
memories spanning generations:

In the animal
we call them instinct;

in the human,
we call them
religion and god--

My preference is
to speak to them direct,
a rapport 
exceeding 
the universe….

by Lorrie Scheider |
Categories: life, placeslove,

Perdition

Here is a place I love and dread,
I am drawn by its soulless gravity,
Only to loath the streets I tread.
So foolish to rail against streets.
They are just streets, after all,
I hate memories contained here,
Yet too often I long for their call.
And cling to them endlessly wistful.

My love here has long been sour,
A needful, bittersweet affair,
For the insipid promise of power.
No place but this taints dreams so fast,
Tearing them down into shreds,
Entangling them with pain and anger,
Transformed into nightmarish treads.
Here is my perdition, I need it, 
But I need it purged from my heart.
I long for a sweeter freedom,
When this place and I can part.

by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories: age, birthday, character,

THE MEANING OF MY BIRTH

I was born on a day like today,
Long like a rail way,
Nearing many souls,
Writing with the aid of my set of eyes,
The word love in bold,
On the strong,broad chest boards,
Read!




by Tim B |
Categories: angst, love, people,

The Reserve

A passionate embrace of last reserve
Steel tracks taking their twisted curves
Harrowing frights dark of hue
Speed demons singing the blues
Over and over they are off the rail
Careen the cliff and off she sails
Top notch is their deadly reserve
Drops of pain the only preserves
Let the games begin