This Morning on the Tube – Poem

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I hope you’re well and are having a lovely week 🙂

I’ve been travelling to London quite a few times over the last couple of times, and one thing that always fascinates me is the tube. You meet all sorts of people on the tube, from classic people that you meet daily to people dressed up as characters, some playing instruments – you name it and you never know, it might just have been on a London tube 😉

Thinking back on this over the other day, I thought it could make for a lovely little series of poems. So, I put pen to paper, and in today’s blog, we’ll explore my first version of “This Morning on the Tube”.

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The doors slide shut, and the day begins for many, though not as one,
We share this space in silence, our thoughts left isolated and unsung,
Faces flicker past like fleeting shadows, each with a story untold,
The carriage hums gently, a fresh day of memories about to unfold,
This morning on the tube, the crowd flows in, shoulders pressed tight,
Eyes forward, heads bowed, in a sea of faces, lost in their own light.

Beside the window, a dreamer gazes, their mind a world away,
Visualising adventures, in lands where they can drift and sway,
The train moves on, yet they linger where reality won’t dare,
In their heart, a wild journey, breathing in the sweetness of freedom’s air,
This morning on the tube, the crowd ushers in, shoulders pressed tight,
Eyes forward, heads bowed, in a sea of faces, lost in their own light.

Clutching a book, the reader escapes this city's endless race,
With every turn of the page, they find solace in this space,
Around them, life rushes on, however, in their mind, they soar,
From Tolkien to Austen, they cannot wait to find out more,
This morning on the tube, the crowd rushes in, shoulders pressed tight,
Eyes forward, heads bowed, in a sea of faces, lost in their own light.

As the train pulls in, we rise, a chorus of fates entwined,
Each with our own journey, yet our paths briefly aligned,
With unspoken stories and stories left to weave,
As the next station’s passengers prepare to leave,
This morning on the tube, the crowd flows in, shoulders pressed tight,
Eyes forward, heads bowed, in a sea of faces, each lost in their own light.

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I’d love to hear your thoughts 🙂

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a lovely day!