Poems on the topic: rail

Poems on the topic “rail” on Poets.by.

AnxiousBalachandran V

At the door

Fleeing train, lands rush past It swings and sways, thunders and clangs. Gripping on to the hand rails I swing and sway in time. Fleeing time, life rushes past It creaks and cracks, shudders and whines. Gripping on to the thread of life I hang along till death. Death, how swift it’ll be If I let go off the rails! Flung, smacked and scattered, A mangle of flesh and bones. I am, just pieces of flesh and bones Sewn up like a ragged doll. A casual toy for a little while Of a child, to be thrown away, when bored.
AngryRobert Frost

The Egg and the Machine

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. He knew the code: His hate had roused an engine up the road. He wished when he had had the track alone He had attacked it with a club or stone And bent some rail wide open like a switch So as to wreck the engine in the ditch. Too late though, now, he had himself to thank. Its click was rising to a nearer clank. Here it came breasting like a horse in skirts. (He stood well back for fear of scalding squirts.) Then for a moment all there was was size Confusion and a roar that drowned the cries He raised against the gods in the machine. Then once again the sandbank lay serene.

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