Miraquill
Human Pageantry
A justice of practicality yet dreaming of ever more,
that damn dream again, whitewashed picket fence
Like peacock feathers of uniformed human bees
Dogmatic capitalism corrupting from sole to skull
A buskers pine rosin rasping a worn horsehair bow
Subteraneum beneath the cities commerce streets
Seconds of musical distraction wafting in the rush
Hurried competition, as standing room sardines go
Back to there nocturnal domiciles, winding down
Perhaps a shepherds pie or leftover casserole dish
Soon, off to slumber to rise early again to disperse
Washed, rinsed, repeated but the soul never cleans, never
©kevinosullivan
#subway
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kevinosullivan
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Chester, Chester
Chester, Chester
Nobody has you in mind
Not even to be their court jester
Oh Chester, Chester
Chester, Chester
You open your shop wide
But no one comes in, even Esther
Oh Chester, Chester
What a lonely soul you are
How slowly the days must go by
And even the sky wants to cry
Oh Chester, Chester4 1
merilina_biswas
154w
Read MoreA broken mind map or more? @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakeewriter #watch #foetus #paint #poem #subway #mirakee
Dot.
They write a poem about my soul:
A thousand scars, a constellation of blemishes and a rose close to the heart,
Their words make no sense to my womb or mind.
I put a dark filter on the light they say they can touch,
I pull the curtains and go back to my foetus
They don't understand the black, I make it as soothing as truth
They erase the muse, one word at a time.
Backspace is funny, the strings remain
They talk about my hair and nail next
They say it smells of lavender or petrol
They'll never be sure again
They'll never talk about substance again
They are scared
Oh the skies cry;
I write about a girl from the subway
She could be fifteen but she is old
Schools are funny, smiles are not part of the dress code.
You can say it from her face that she knows
I write about her soul:
Pain, notebooks and a photograph of the dead
She smiles just then. I tell you she knows.
She offers a candy. I refuse.
Her wrist shows damage. I scratch my pen's nib on the notebook till I can read no more.
I write about her round watch:
A white dial, fat black digits, gold hands,
Wrong time.
I am substance.
Oh the oceans turn;
They paint a foetus.
I paint a watch.
The girl gives up on both.
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Quiet on the Train
Quiet on the train
No one wants to hear your voice
Be still and just ride
©jseppala6 1
"We wandered the endless maze
Of subway tunnels until we were so tired
That we climbed up an emergency exit
And hailed an Uber home.
We didn't even figure out
Where we ended up, we just mindlessly
Clambered in the car and took it home.
To this day, we don't know where we were.
We were in pure bliss."
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philosophical_bystander
191w
Read MoreApology for not having to post for a while. Here is the last story (not last stanza for the subway book poem).
#love #people #subway #pod #stories #writersnetwork #mirakeeworld
@writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakeeSubway People
The subway is full of activity
Coworkers gossip
Young people chitchats
A child throws a tantrum
Much to her parent's embarrassment
A wife leans her head to her husband's shoulder
Like the only safe and pillow-like surface to rest upon
Couples tucked their perfectly fitted hands
Together like golden chain links
Everyone smiles and adores its bond
Hoping it would last forever
Their own little world
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philosophical_bystander
194w
Read MoreHere is the fifth stanza of the Subway Book poem. Inspired by my sister who works and studies in high school tirelessly at the same time. May she, and the rest of the hard workers, manage to balance two roles at the palm of their hands. :)
#subway #tiredness #career #school #work #workingstudent #writersnetwork
#writersnetwork #mirakeeworld
@writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakeeWorking Student
Three more stops before I leave the book
A working college student takes a longing nap
Her weary eyes were as heavy
As the burden of approaching deadlines
As the daily life of a baby employee
Thus then leans her head to not a pillow, but a cold solid glass
Expects a still support to satisfy the exhausted head
But gets a vibrating momentum
That shakes her head instead
Her own little world
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philosophical_bystander
195w
Read More"There is nothing worse than a man that can be everything to everybody else...except a father to ther own child" --Enkivillage
Here is the third stanza. I just made up the part with the sons birthday coz it supports to tell a realistic story about modern parenting style, specifically what is known as "absent parenting"
#pod #writersnetwork #father #parenting #family #work #career #subway #writersnetwork #mirakeeworld
@writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakeeThe Father
Five more stops before I leave the book
An urban man in his business suit
Sits such austere posture
Moves his head back and forth
To digital calendar and then to paperwork
Scheduling next meetings with foreign clients
He had forgotten he booked it
At the same day as his son's birthday
The boy's event wasn’t written there
As to what age to celebrate with
He did not know
Nor will he bother to know
Clients first, father's day cards later
His own little world
©philosophical_bystander4 0
philosophical_bystander
195w
Read MoreHere is the second story of the subway book series. More to come ��.
The one I actually saw is a general science book but nonetheless the boy's face and the book almost unite together like jam and jelly when he reads it. �� I can extremely relate to this as a book-lover
#astronomy #subway #books #stories #pod #writersnetworkThe Astronaut
Six more steps before I leave the book
A boy wearing rounded glasses
As thick as his astronomy book
Mirrors the ocean beyond the sky
His feet is on subway floor
But belongs to the rocky grounds of the moon
His own little world
©philosophical_bystander9 0
The Artist
Seven more stops before I leave the book
A girl in red shirt
Draws art from her aesthetic soul
Brilliantly stroking another reality
The touch pen is her wand
The spell book is her iPad
All the while stacked in her school bag
Burdens weigth of STEM textbooks
Her doctorate parents insists
She should be learning more
Than the pallet of vibrant colors the girl adores
Her own little world
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philosophical_bystander
195w
Read MoreI have a habit of making-up stories about strangers I observe outside, particularly on public ttc commutes. So I decided to write a simple long poem about common strangers I see on the subway.
I will be starting a short series of posts that all consist of stories I see on the subway. Combined together is the whole complete poem.
Here is the first stanza.
#life #subway #stories #simple #pod #writersnetworkSubway Book
I like to read the subway
Make up stories about average joes and janes
It didn't matter if they were true or not
Because they were good stories0 0
A.M. Underground
This is the American dream—
To be trapped in between
an old man with sunken pits
where his eyes used to be,
and a shadow of a woman
who's seen too much.
This is punishment
for the original sin when
Eve bit into the apple.
Sit still and hope for salvation
or test the absence of time.
Revelations flow
through concrete arteries,
and fill in the spaces in between
the faceless as they rush through
an infinite stream.3 1
i_m_channu
200w
Read More#writing #poetry #love #writer #writersofinstagram #quotes #poet #life #poems #words #poem #poetrycommunity #thoughts #quote #writerscommunity #wordporn #quoteoftheday #poetsofinstagram #writersofig #sayings #inspiration #writers #reading #motivation #lifequotes #story #lovequotes #instagram #art #bhfyp
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Oral pathology drawings are colourful
but
discussions are fearful.
Inner feelings
of
Channu M G
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Rainbow in Monochrome
A fluorescent flickering flash of lights
Flares my fanatic frenzy and famished heart
These subtle serene sounds submerge all my senses
I, a silenced submission, stay; my innocence at stake
The raging ringing rampage rummages
Through my collated column of clinging recollections
The staring subway street and the treacherous treaded tracks
Prick my privacy and pry at my pruned past
I, driven to dwell in the defiant delusion
Desire deeply a dear rainbow in dreary monochrome.
©diksha44 4 4
- sinhashreya Beautifully penned
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thesagarikawrites
What an alliteration..
Loved it thanks - thesagarikawrites For writing this
- dia119 Thanks @sinhashreya and @thesagarikawrites
The Underground
as new and exciting, and I had never been there before. I would have liked to explore my new home, but I needed to go to my new job in the center of the city, and I needed to start early as I lived in the far outskirts of town. I made my way down to the Underground station. I jostled down the stairs with my neighbors and as soon as we passed the ticket gate I felt a noticeable change in their behavior. They become calm and silent and pale as ghosts. I began to notice a terrible smell emanating from every corner of the station. The tiles were cracked and caked with filth, the tracks were nearly submerged in puddles with little mounds of trash making an archipelago in the stagnant water. The ceilings and walls were cracked and peeling, graffiti was written on the walls with spray paint and grime. The train clanked and rattled into the station and screeched as it came to a stop, nearly deafening me with its din. My companions seemed to loose all control over their normal walk as they shuffled and jostled each other for a position on the train. I watched them as we rattled away from the station. Their eyes became dull and completely void of life and expression. Their faces grew weary and tired as if the underground made them age. I switched trains, and as my companions exited the station, they became alive and animated again. I boarded the next train and noticed my companions’ entrance and exit of the train. They walked, no, marched out of the train in organized ranks like so many soldiers following a drill. I entered the train, nearly missing it as I hopped on after the ranks entering, and we rattled off. They sat down as one unit and stood stiff as a board standing up. But the more they sat the more relaxed they became until they nearly flopped out of their seats. It would have been comical if they didn’t have such a vacant face. They became rigid again and hopped to their feet as the train entered the station. I exited, with greater ease than my boarding, and waited for my last train. With this last train, the difference in these travelers was profound. I feared what would come out, as my experience told me the farther into the city I traveled, the worse their condition became. They were the color of ash, and they seemed to be shiny as if covered in a fine layer of mucus. They excreted an acrid odor as they slumped out of the train and brushed past me. -Continued on my blog-
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fabfables
268w
Love at first sight
She saw him on the subway.
He was alluring; handsome; mesmerizing. Dark,with chocolate brown eyes. The moment she saw him,she fell in love.
But he was there with another girl. He clearly adored the girl as he went closer to her and cuddled.
Seeing all this,she decided she wanted that. So she headed straight to the pet-store and bought a puppy that looked exactly like the one on the subway.
©fabfables
