"metra" poems - Hello Poetry

i lick the rain from my lips and kiss the moon goodnight in hopes of tasting the stars that you dream under when you're lucky enough to sleep beneath a clear sky and for your sake i hope the clouds will always part for you come nightfall and i wish the sun to dance across the apples of your cheeks as you smile as sunbeams dot your face with pigmented music notes and constellations waiting to be named i hope you're smiling now and day-dreaming of rugged landscapes fading to rust as the thunder whispers the blues through the stillest night i hope you smile when you think of me seated around a cluttered table with extension cord lighting and a cheap beer or rambling down a dirt road or a metra track don't forget that i'm magic and that you are too i hope that your favorite flowers bloom in fragrant plumes wafting high enough to cross the heavily guarded walls you've resurrected i hope you won't spend a single second scared or lonely out there in the "great wide open" but mostly i hope you'll never forget the road back west to the desert dust i flourish in

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Nov 19, 2012

Nov 19, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC

Sparrowfreckles

high hopes.

i lick the rain from my lips and kiss the moon goodnight in hopes of tasting the stars that you dream under when you're lucky enough to sleep beneath a clear sky and for your sake i hope the clouds will always part for you come nightfall and i wish the sun to dance across the apples of your cheeks as you smile as sunbeams dot your face with pigmented music notes and constellations waiting to be named i hope you're smiling now and day-dreaming of rugged landscapes fading to rust as the thunder whispers the blues through the stillest night i hope you smile when you think of me seated around a cluttered table with extension cord lighting and a cheap beer or rambling down a dirt road or a metra track don't forget that i'm magic and that you are too i hope that your favorite flowers bloom in fragrant plumes wafting high enough to cross the heavily guarded walls you've resurrected i hope you won't spend a single second scared or lonely out there in the "great wide open" but mostly i hope you'll never forget the road back west to the desert dust i flourish in

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i want a voice like the heartbeat of the metra tracks as it shakes its way into your brain while you're half awake and daydreaming 'bout something sweet something that means nothing to me but it's cute see the way you can't help but smile i want to be that cringe of excitement in your skull that you can't stop daydreamin' about and... if you could find yourself fascinated by my freckles and my flaws and the scars all over from all of the near-fatal gashes and the heaps and heaps of stardust rusting to my eyelashes and the fact that i'm always talking about love as if i'd actually had it i promise i'd never say you were a fool i could wear you like split ends or a crooked grin a handsome pair in inclement weather somehow better together not two halves of one whole two wholes thriving on each other cigarettes and coffee whiskey and beer mmhmmm we're in the clear from here nothing but salty tides and starry skies straight on 'till morning

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Dec 9, 2013

Dec 9, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC

Sparrowfreckles

a voicemail in a bell jar. (another message lost at sea.)

i want a voice like the heartbeat of the metra tracks as it shakes its way into your brain while you're half awake and daydreaming 'bout something sweet something that means nothing to me but it's cute see the way you can't help but smile i want to be that cringe of excitement in your skull that you can't stop daydreamin' about and... if you could find yourself fascinated by my freckles and my flaws and the scars all over from all of the near-fatal gashes and the heaps and heaps of stardust rusting to my eyelashes and the fact that i'm always talking about love as if i'd actually had it i promise i'd never say you were a fool i could wear you like split ends or a crooked grin a handsome pair in inclement weather somehow better together not two halves of one whole two wholes thriving on each other cigarettes and coffee whiskey and beer mmhmmm we're in the clear from here nothing but salty tides and starry skies straight on 'till morning

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I'm on the Metra today The snow outside is teal or green Like the Caribbean in cartoons But here 2 ladders lean on the same tree A lover's suicide The coldest Caribbean I've ever seen The church's sign scrolls by "ght in the Lor" And we're gone The train rumbles on Bridges cover bridges New! Tower of Babel (coming soon!) A couple thinks they're subtle 3 rows up Michael Jackson marries Elvis's daughter He didn't go to the wedding There's no Jewels Osco's in Georgia But the houses here exude the same drab comfort A deer stands next to a storage locker The train rumbles on I'm smuggling beer back to the dorm Like the good college student my mom wants me to be I don't have my phone on me I've never felt more alone Or free I explain what happened to the guy who checks tickets I dropped it in the floorboard of my friend's car Right before the train arrived He believes me thank god I focus again on what's outside the window And now it's just trees Skeletal and bare The train rumbles on

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May 3, 2021

May 3, 2021 at 9:08 PM UTC

whpayne

Views out the Window 3

I'm on the Metra today The snow outside is teal or green Like the Caribbean in cartoons But here 2 ladders lean on the same tree A lover's suicide The coldest Caribbean I've ever seen The church's sign scrolls by "ght in the Lor" And we're gone The train rumbles on Bridges cover bridges New! Tower of Babel (coming soon!) A couple thinks they're subtle 3 rows up Michael Jackson marries Elvis's daughter He didn't go to the wedding There's no Jewels Osco's in Georgia But the houses here exude the same drab comfort A deer stands next to a storage locker The train rumbles on I'm smuggling beer back to the dorm Like the good college student my mom wants me to be I don't have my phone on me I've never felt more alone Or free I explain what happened to the guy who checks tickets I dropped it in the floorboard of my friend's car Right before the train arrived He believes me thank god I focus again on what's outside the window And now it's just trees Skeletal and bare The train rumbles on

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Racing through life On tracks like train cars. But we move too fast To appreciate the now, Now.

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC

alexwritingpoetry

A dumb Metra ride that is delayed and keeping us from enjoying things we like.

Racing through life On tracks like train cars. But we move too fast To appreciate the now, Now.

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..slice.by slice.. ..piece by piece.. ..getting it's form..it's blase..it's change of it.. But all we know we come to our mother's metra .. ..were blind 4 nano second at least.. ..same thing..at least the one's that get that.. ..how much time too u think that we have thonger out of our stupid..made belive..problelm's..and do you . even know true love... ..i do..and it hurts the most of all that I have witness..3/4 of my heart went to love..or what thougt love..i've would have give my life that somebody gould keep living..LOVE..jist a word what we made to oirselfs to survive..to control..to fuck..to say something when it feels awkward some ho..what ever..but we're not out word's or language..that would be just plain skitso and dumb..yeah th the 10%:t..but still..there's jus another 'fact' that we eat without chewin'..ain't the first time to ack like ape..throuing boo as funny business..OR we know why you but us in cage's.. ..made up words to get along..to explain our simplicity to others....the fucker's that make's us belive that we are in charge.. ..words that have made all war's exist..and blood spilled.. ..we need them but it would bea very sunny day..when we learned to use them too much..like this my contribution..

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC

miska-kamppi

So what is it..then..or..

..slice.by slice.. ..piece by piece.. ..getting it's form..it's blase..it's change of it.. But all we know we come to our mother's metra .. ..were blind 4 nano second at least.. ..same thing..at least the one's that get that.. ..how much time too u think that we have thonger out of our stupid..made belive..problelm's..and do you . even know true love... ..i do..and it hurts the most of all that I have witness..3/4 of my heart went to love..or what thougt love..i've would have give my life that somebody gould keep living..LOVE..jist a word what we made to oirselfs to survive..to control..to fuck..to say something when it feels awkward some ho..what ever..but we're not out word's or language..that would be just plain skitso and dumb..yeah th the 10%:t..but still..there's jus another 'fact' that we eat without chewin'..ain't the first time to ack like ape..throuing boo as funny business..OR we know why you but us in cage's.. ..made up words to get along..to explain our simplicity to others....the fucker's that make's us belive that we are in charge.. ..words that have made all war's exist..and blood spilled.. ..we need them but it would bea very sunny day..when we learned to use them too much..like this my contribution..

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