Best Crossroad Poems
" Like a fish caught in a cruel net;
or a bird caught in a trap,
in the same way a person can be trapped;
by bad things that suddenly happen."
Based on Ecclesiastes 9:12
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I have lived life on a collision course,
but, I have now come to a turning point;
and I have wept tears until I am hoarse.
Have been galloping on a magic horse,
never stopping at a single checkpoint;
I have lived life on a collision course.
Have worn bright diamonds and violet quartz,
even in youth smoked an illegal joint;
and I have wept tears until I am hoarse.
But, that is all behind me as time warps,
oh, I never wanted to disappoint;
I have lived life on a collision course.
Have been trapped with no escape source,
even my gentleness- others did exploit;
and I have wept tears until I am hoarse.
At this juncture- a new me I endorse,
my race against time is over- I rejoice;
I have lived life on a collision course,
and I have wept tears until I am hoarse.
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September 15, 2019
Poetry/Villanelle/Crossroads in My Life
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1181-345-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Crossroads
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Categories:
crossroad, life,
Form:
Villanelle
Standing at a metaphysical crossroad
Not knowing what is real
What is imagined
What never was or will be
Looking in the distance
Stars surround a glowing sun in a darkened sky
A rainbow spirals out of control
Spreading from mountain to river
Touching a hundred points of glass
It dances wildly
Never stopping
Never wanting to be beautiful
Clouds creep along cracks in the dry earth
Never rising, never falling
Surrounding snow covered rocks and life
Dripping veins of the darkest light
Covered a veil of something not yet known
Silvery and liquid
It glows as light hits its flowing surface
Reflecting into waves of misty air
Spreading across the world
Moving on currents of cold
Heated by the fires of the past
Igniting the land before it
Not allowing anything to become too real
Waves of visual distortion
Twisting and bending whatever beauty there is
Not showing what was
Casting illusion of what may be
It must be asked
What is real?
Does the world really look like this?
Is physical reality true?
Does the world exist as remembered?
Does the world exist at all?
Is there a reality?
Is this reality a part of someone’s dream?
Or someone’s nightmare?
Categories:
crossroad, angst, confusionworld,
Form:
Free verse
I'm standing on a crossroad.
And there's a storm coming.
The sand I'm standing on, will not stand the rain.
And when right and left stopped being directions,
I find that turning around is not an option.
I cannot go backwards,
cause even if i try to go back in time, I can't!
believe me- I tried.
The road in front of me,
the one I'm on, feels funny even to my toes,
and with every step I take,
I enter deeper and deeper a life I do not own,
A life I did not ask for.
The rain may wash the paths away
My name may be called from all possible directions,
but not even the disorientation left behind from the flood,
will shut the voice that's tearing down my throat up.
Because even if I don't own a path to follow, I'll keep walking.
Because sometimes walking between paths, is just creating an other.
Sometimes walking with somebody else's feet is simpler,
but ending up somewhere were you don't belong isn't.
I did not get here to follow footsteps, but to have mine followed.
With muddy knees and hurting feet, I'll get there.
And if the storms decides not come, I will erase the fixed paths,
maybe with water, maybe with tears.
Because the only way to know I'm walking on the right path,
is to make damn sure it's mine, and not someone else's.
And yes- I might not know where I'm headed,
but I'm sure I'll get there.
Categories:
crossroad, adventure, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form:
Free verse
"A Mother's Crossroad"
staring at the tiny white casket
tears cascading as raindrops fell
sorrow surrounds my heart holding blue basket
with his favorite toys crying with toll of funeral bell.
though grief usurped my saddened soul
mourning a loss precious and dear
one memorable moment in time made whole
for a Mother's crossroad was drawin g near.
emotions swallowed my life that fateful day
no purpose seemed clear to live or exist
searching for answers; uttered words to pray
breathing had vanished inside Death's Mist.
should I fade into the Past?
should I retrieve from pain?
should I deny my family, at last,
to cease to be? what would I gain?
to bury a child hurts so very deep
yet change always makes Life turn
as the human heart avows to weep
for forging forward was my concern.
a Mother's crossroad healed within
while memories lingered of a sweet son
who gave me strength to seek to win
choosing a path toward a golden Sun.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Standing At A Crossroads Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Oct. 31, 2012.
Categories:
crossroad, death, heart, heart, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.
Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes
are hardly friendly.
I proudly bawl when no one
can see me bow my head
amongst the company of
irreverent observers.
At rest
with this solemn disease -
the embrassing stench of inhumanity
forces me to open a
newly glass-stained window.
I whisk swallowed past-killings
onto bent steel hangers.
Neatly there, they elegantly droop -
angled and uninteresting;
in a dank closet where
falsified myths
and I
silently hide.
Leukemia, I personally, thank you.
Mid wives laugh at me.
Jesters poke a crooked finger, also.
Kings, queens
and jacks are left behind.
I chuckle, too - with an
unbridled Lucille Ball lament.
Four spaded-aces and a forgotten spittoon;
the uninviting hospice where we
comfortably bed together
crocheting darned finales.
Say farewell.
Don't tell anyone.
Blood bleeds beyond
frowned staled dales and
expiration is a personal moment.
Daddy and Mommy need to witness
the definition of
an unwarranted demise.
Open ended the
Grimm fairy tale concludes,
without a finely tuned
Aesop moral,
leashing the braille-exhausted
onto another muddied
crossroad.
Categories:
crossroad, deathme,
Form:
Free verse
In crossroad of life
I hanker professional cricket,
Menace out- stumped!
Categories:
crossroad, career
Form:
Haiku
Here I am again
Staring at my reflection
Asking why still in combustion
At the eyes full of confusion
Where am I?
Feeling drowned in the sea of loneliness
My whole being full of emptiness
When will I can get back to Holiness
When I met you
I thought it was the end of the battle
But my mind took me into rattle
Please let me out into this puzzle
Who am I?
In this land full of BE pollination
Flowering for owns mind satisfaction
Continued suppressing self observation
How to avoid this Hallucination
Consistently take the higher road
Acquiring to be a superhuman mode
But still right here, right now
I am at the crossroad
This is the day of Rebirth
Knowing the inner beauty of Earth
The spring comes out from Spirituality
Thriving equilibrium state for Humanity
Categories:
crossroad, art, character, conflict, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
And the journey comes to a stop.
Wires dangle in the air
Like unanswered questions -
Darkness looms,
Solemn silence rolls by -
Is it the end of the road - yet,
The sky on the horizon still burns.
- maria corado
8.21.16
Categories:
crossroad, faith, journey, life, light,
Form:
Verse
For fifteen years I’ve watched the world,
Seen the flags of ‘we’ versus ‘them’ unfurled,
I may be young, but don’t you underestimate,
The potential I have to overcome, and to dominate.
It seems the powers that be are perturbed,
Their once firm grip on society is disturbed,
For what they miscalculated, or failed to see,
Is that overbearing control does not earn loyalty.
So despite all the censors, the rules, and the lies,
The chaos is growing right before our eyes,
Though we paid for ‘security’ with voluntary cuffs,
There will come a time when the people have enough.
When **** hits the fan, what would you prefer?
To get information from the source, or use the media to infer?
To infer the truth about the goings-on around you,
To know before things happen, and understand the ‘why’ too?
We’re now at a crossroad, a difficult decision,
One road is normality, the other is broadening my vision,
I can live out my life and fulfill normal goals;
I can change my direction and be at the controls.
And though neither is right and neither is wrong,
The question remains, how would you carry along?
Each option results in its own implications,
The effects of this choice could be seen for generations.
Although I am still pondering what I should do,
This crossroad will also pan out before you.
And so, choose wisely which path you will seek,
But commit to it fully, this choice is unique.
Categories:
crossroad, change, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Godless, I faced a crossroad decision,
I knew that I would have to choose.
Facing a situation I did not envision,
God showed me what I stood to lose.
The cancer that had my body bound,
Appeared to me as a death sentence,
And yet God chose to make me sound,
The price I paid was my repentance.
Categories:
crossroad, miracle, me, me, cancer,
Form:
Lyric
MY CROSSROAD LIFE - THANKS
Everything never made sense
My purpose and will was gone
It was my shell walking.
Walking with thoughts in my mind
I was lifeless and life within me gone,
Gone away with the moment,
Moments of shattered dreams
And a weeping soul in the dark.
Times like that I wished I was gone,
Gone to escape my painful reality,
A reality that my life was now gone.
I wallowed in my loneliness and tears,
Every night spending it awake,
Not even a pinch of a sleep came.
Sitting down wishing I don’t sleep,
For I feared I might sleep forever.
I was confused and crashing inside,
Crashing never to rise again,
Never to rise again from the dust.
I was not even a shadow of myself,
I didn’t even know who I was anymore,
But now I can feel I am alive,
Because God gave me hope again,
That’s why I want to thank him.
I wanted to rise up again but I could not,
I was in a fix and scared for my life.
Oh lord of lords I need you to know,
Am grateful for your mercies.
You saved me from the man I was,
A man who did not know himself,
Who he was and his own shadow,
That’s why I want to thank you.
Categories:
crossroad, social, life, me, life,
Form:
Free verse
More dramatic than stage drama,
tragic than Greek tragedy,
one cold night beneath a streetlamp
saw death dance a destiny.
Only a small child out walking
home bound for his routine tea,
never thinking in his pie land
life had planned insight for me.
At the junction of the crossroads
screeching tyres impacting near,
he dropped like a fallen angel,
helmetless with bleeding ear.
In minds eye I clearly see him,
on the pavement writhing there,
leather clad, “boppin’” his death dance,
curiosity drew all near.
Audience showed little pity,
just some “rocker” in despair,
prejudice and fear residing,
most contempt and hatred shared.
Always lives in me that dying,
see the callous smirking they,
most I see old heads uncaring,
that crossroad I chose a way.
Categories:
crossroad, anger, sad, teenage,
Form:
Rhyme
It has been a long journey
Through life to find you
Your path meeting mine
I want you to know these words
Of a most special kind
They have been traveling with me
On my quest to find you
At the crossroads of choice
For life is full of them
I see you as my equal
My friend my life long partner
I love you just as you are right now
Because You're so wonderfully me
And your inner beauty
That empowers me to see
Your blossoming spirit and inner soul
That is uniquely yours
I am always waiting for you
To release it upon me
That free spirit flowing and growing
With joy and splendor of a love
You share so willingly
You're my music of life
Giving off a symphony of feelings
And passion of the most amazing kind
Which instills in me the truth
Of everlasting love
That creates strength
And bonds us together
For eternity in life and love
That is sacred, to the both of us
Now that our spirits
And souls have touched
We are both prepared
For all of our tomorrows
Categories:
crossroad, desire, destiny, future, happiness,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Dear America.
My name is Common Sense.
A few people still respect
and utilize me, but in many if
not most places, I am no longer
welcome. Nevertheless, I beg of you
to bear with me in this brief discourse.
Here we are again,
at the crossroads of heaven
and, as Charles Dickens would say,
"the other way".
We have been here before, often
pushed to the edge as in 1776, 1812,
and 1860; just to name a few. By God's
good graces, we withstood the attacks
of our enemies and survived our own
civil war against ourselves.
The present questions before us are
whether or not we will survive and
recover from our present determination
to be at war with ourselves.
Do we dare embark upon a course that bodes
no good fortune? Must we insist on a family
feud set on disembarking from America's
foundation principles? Shall we pursue
a direction intent on rebuilding a nation
whose God is no longer The Lord?
I love you America, and I still believe
in you. I shall continue to pray for you.
Your friend,
Common Sense
Categories:
crossroad, america, god,
Form:
Personification
if the king of kings is here
yet unbeknown to we
a latter day odysseus
king of our kingdom free
i wonder if his queen of queens
is waiting for him where
her suitors dig their graves in such
a way as to declare
the trap that they have set for him
the one inside our minds
that makes the truth a spectre
so distorted that it blinds
the people of a world at war
with light and life and love
pity noah's wife was less
important than the dove
what would he say to ham and shem
young japheth wants to know
how would he call jerusalem
which way would he go
when there are three mothers
all claiming one small child
with telemachus in the streets
running hot and wild
and three gods in the temple
all arguing the point
with priests and politicians
for the power to anoint
so if you are a suitor
you'd do well to understand
it's just an ancient crossroad
with water close at hand
Categories:
crossroad, history, religion,
Form:
Rhyme