Random little Thought trains
chugging down the line
Carrying the lonely,
gallant, or divine
Thoughts that are filled with wondering
at the peaceful little souls,
who have someone to chug with
as they feed their Thought train's coals.
I feel pitter-patter
of rain upon my head-
Fighting with the smoke billows
as through the sky, they try to thread.
My Thought trains keep on chugging
and whistling down the road.
The thoughts are overwhelming
...Look! They overflowed!
All those little thoughts
so lonely, gallant, or divine.
Each was so unique;
though made by the same rhyme.
Random little Thought trains
chugging down the line.
Carrying no more thoughts
whether lonely, gallant, or divine...
A contest entry
- the lonely persons... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended July 9, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very clever write poet. This has a fine meter to it and a rather light-hearted approach relative to the prompt. Congrats on the medal.
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Well..there is a message and there is thoughtful description in the words of your wonderful poetry as well..love it..thanks for shraing..
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