Best Dead End Poems

Walking in circles
Of depression
Silence the ever present killer
On the cul du sac
Of life


Inspired by the Rat Pack...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm...

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There are many kinds of writes,  
some write wonderful songs.  
Their words will make you sing along,  
the music will keep running through your head.  
Some write poems,  
they can make them rhyme.  
A poem could tell a happy...

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You know a cellphone discharges
Electric cars swamp like barges!
You can't make a case
For drivers who face
Assault a battery charges!...

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Once, when I was young – another writer,
A poet and poetry lover, someone undiscovered…
She (it could have been he since I only knew 
Pen names that faded from my memory once
The words had left their imagery)…
Anyway, she or he… told me that my poetry,
Yes, MY...

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And there you sit -
contemplating a word,
the other one wrote
that you read,
that they - 
had the courage
to throw 
into the ring

the choice to take 
one’s own; 

many times
that thought 
arrived 
in your own time,
it came and went
turned around 
it came and went
lingering 
cajoling
ever present

what then?
the...

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Dead end jobs, 
We all got those,
The ones that hurt your feet
And the bottom of your souls,
Customers complain ***** and moan,
For items that have been long gone,
Get hot headed when their sizes are not in,
We have to stand and hold in our screams,
Keep our cool,...

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Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so...

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He stood on the tracks in the middle of town
and thought of yesterday with a weighted frown.
Behind him, a life he chose to forget.
Ahead a new day, beyond the sunset.
Memories of his childhood like a train wreck
left him battered and bruised, a noose 'round the...

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Is My Life Heading Toward A Dead End Road?

As I feel life’s struggles, and carry a heavy load.
I often wonder if my life is at a dead end road?

I think about what I’ve done and where I’ve been.
And never know who’s my adversary or friend.

Many...

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You know both of us never wanted this,
our lives now are anything but bliss.

I can't wake up in the morning feeling joy,
instead I feel like I'm a broken toy,

Never to be repaired and set in a box,
and not knowing how to undo the locks.

Locks that...

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A random road wanders across the desert
as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun 
nary a sound can be heard, save for the
whipping wind and clicks of insects. 

The yawning horizon stretches out
reaching towards a vast, expansive sea
its crystalline beauty is but a deceptive liar
for death...

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...dedicated to Allen Tate


The golden sheen has turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm of their...

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Pride in my body
Wonder in my thoughts

Living my life
While the rest of the world rots

Molding my life
From my distant past

Growing up and aging
Entirely too fast

Catching up with life
Laid in riddles

Musically requited
By out-of-tune fiddles

Sinister blockage
Halting my life

Dead-end silence
Like a sharpened knife...

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