Best End Of The Road Poems
It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live high above the Fundy bay
A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road
Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and Sea Salt roses grow
That winding road comes to an end at the shore of ‘Evermore’
A magical place where seagulls soar above the ocean’s roar
Lavender walls rise high in the sky through a veil of silver mist
Where the ocean shatters and falls in pieces against those lofty cliffs
And those footprints I pressed so long ago still lead me to this day
To that old house high on a hill overlooking the Fundy Bay
It is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides
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The End of the Road (Love Grows Not Cold)
We started as friends, a long time ago.
We’d meet every day and walk to our school.
In fall’s brilliant beauty, then trudging through snow,
and later in spring, when weather was cool.
I’ll always remember the sunniest day.
His mood had been changing when suddenly,
during our typical chatting away,
the look on his face seemed so sweet to me.
He took hold my hand, and turned a bit red.
I didn’t mind; I’d been wanting him to!
Just starting out – such a long road ahead!
Love blooming from friendship grew strong and true.
While still in our teens, he made me his wife.
That was the spring of our love blossoming.
Then summer came on the road of our life.
With joy came also the woes life can bring.
When autumn set in, it was the time that
our children were grown! Now we’re getting old.
But we’ll warm each other when we are at
the end of the road, for love grows not cold!
Jan. 7, 2017 for the contest of Nicola Byrne
At the End of the Road
Stop begging me to stay!
Don’t act like you don’t know,
our journey ends right here -
my answer is still “NO!”
Once you were my pleasure,
but now you’re my poison.
Your type of love is toxic;
so that’s my real reason.
I’m tired of these rocky roads,
and done with the games you play.
I’m dizzy from your ups and downs;
it’s time we call it a day!
Let’s make this nice and easy-
I don’t want you to cry.
Let’s have no handshake, no hug,
nor a last kiss good-bye.
Stop begging me to stay!
Surely by now you should know,
we reached the end of our road…
as love left us long ago!
01-06-2017
Contest: Poet's Choice - The End of the Road - Just Friends
Sponsor: Silent One
Placment: 6th
We parked at the end of the road
Like so many times before
The moon was a sight to behold
In the eyes of the one I adore
It was there, where we first kissed
Two kids discovering love
The moon twisting my wrist
Gave my cowardly heart a shove
Some nights, we'd just sit and talk
What we wanted life to be
Occasionally, get out and walk
Take a blanket, neath the cottonwood trees
Spring breaks, at home from school
Even after we'd tied the knot
Since that very first time, I'm a fool
For the moon in your eyes, in our spot
Tonight we're here once again
Our past, worth more than gold
From that first time here, just friends
Parking at the end of the road
December 31 2016
by Daniel Turner
LOST SOUVENIRS
Your distant gaze flits, nearly bare
Like a mist that smothers the road
Windblown by chill; here, everywhere
A promise ending as breaths explode
My heart trickles as dew submits
To a quivering that grieves,
For our tattered love now wilts
As sullen face of moon retrieves.
Oh, cloudbursts wrap hours’ deep pining,
Traces of ardor become one;
And souvenirs no longer bring
The charmed laughter and its reason.
1/7/2017 Nicola Byrne's Poet's Choice-
End Of The Road, Just Friends
I haven’t begun to mention
The way I think or feel
The path ahead is lonely
My heart is unfulfilled
I don’t know where I’m headed
But I remember where I’ve been
I couldn’t enjoy my life
Until I met my friend
I still continue to love him
Though he’s left the world we know
I think about him often
Then I don’t feel so alone
I search my soul for memories
I find a happy smile
He guides me with his light
Each and every mile
If I could tell him one more thing
I know what it would be
I’d tell him that I love him
And beg him not to leave
I know that I can’t see him
I know that I can’t go
I know we’ll be together again
At the end of the road
The memories can tell us what we were and what we became
We passed the fields in rain and sunshine
I wish I could say that life was perfect
It grew weeds in our garden, not everything was easy
The important thing is not where you are, but where you are going
On our journey there became so much more
Millions of footprints with valued prize
Sorrow and tears but never sad goodbye
Our smiles and happiness makes me love you more
I gave you my heart, could not love anyone but you
We lived, now we have come to the end of the road
God's garden is beautiful, let us sit here until the sun goes down
18.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
The end of the road is a gloomy place to be
There is nothing there, nothing for the eyes to see
The end of the road is where I now stand
I wish you are with me, I wish I could hold your hand
The end of the road is where we will all one day end
Wishing in our hearts we got off when we took that last bend
The end of the road is the place to say goodbye
The place where the heart's hopes and dreams do die
The end of the road can come sooner than expected
It will all depend on the path that you selected
The end of the road is fate's most horrible surprise
Makes your heart feel like its as cold as ice
The end of the road is what I now face
I should bow out and exit this world with grace
Here at the end of the road is where I leave you my heart
Please know that I will always love you even as I now depart
(What is the end of the road? Is it death?
Yes it is death in whatever form, could be physical death or it could be the death of a heart
but whatever kind of death you see in this poem, one thing remains that even at the end of
the road the soul still chooses to give importance to that person he considers his half, even if
she doesn't feel the same)
JEB
End Of The Road
There comes that certain turning point,
direction to end of the road;
a private one-way sign that leads
to final realm of life's abode.
The fire's made, the chores are done;
the winter years sweetly progressed.
And thankful for the decades lived,
it's time to ready for our rest.
There comes that certain turning point
we know our end of road is near.
But at that end, there is a bridge,
we cross to Heaven without fear.
January 4, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Poet's Choice - The End Of The Road
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Judged: 01/15/2017
The Bitter End of the Road
Travelers coalesce as if from as dense fog
about the grounds of the retreat.
The lodge shimmers silver-gray
amongst the changing autumn woods.
The gravel way diminishes in rearview mirrors
with the pinging sound of pebbles against
the metal horses of the day.
Civilization, ever trampling,
encroaches upon what ages ago
had been a pristine forest, now swarms
to the Lodge’s gates:
ants to the picnic
late comers in search of the scraps,
the leavings,
of much abused nature.
Slamming car doors, buzzing cell phones,
endless chatter accosts the forest’s skirt.
Beaten paths awaited those stalwart enough
to venture in, rushing ever forward
and upward
through the crunch of fallen leaves,
the snap of branch,
the distant warble of unseen birds.
Water, when near, adds
its own rush, and babble.
But, the smaller critters seem to have vanished
tracks and spoor, trampled
whether in reverence or disregard;
it matters not.
In our ever onward rush to enjoy,
the sounds of cricket,
cicada, the squirrels chitter,
the owls call;
we by our mere presence
destroy.
First Published by Poetry Quaterly
Thy gaze; like those Persian spears full in flight,
Thrust 'n us to see the tales in those brown eyes -
Shimmers, like powdered silver beneath sunlight
Are the paragraphs and verses of her life.
Joyous to behold, yet more than I can praise,
Alike a constellation within one’s face.
Did part of the universe fall down to earth?
To wield breath as whom I behold in your-self?
Or are you instead our Creator’s template -
That left the heavens and on earth found a place?
The seeming absence of everyone so,
In every moment that your eyes to me would throw -
Those Persian spears great in their flight and craft
To stir this bloke who like so had loved a lass.
Like so had loved, like so started with a craze,
Alas, from whence died down after each day,
Until all that lay left was me in fetters
Soul and body, so was scourged who let her.
I would pretermit this ardour at all costs
For my mind (impaired) had offered but one choice.
You’re beautiful still, still more than I can praise
But ‘bout your fervour, please look another way.
Breaking free from collusion
A watch tower stands tall a look out in the circular prisons
surrounded by wardens laying down prescriptions and rules
with us in the centre fragmented in dead ends and schisms
mirrored glass no one inside we internalise as obedient fools
At the gate high walls conscience barriers and road blocks
imagined barbed wire where we pay fines in constant delusion
monitored in constriction we fail to walk outside of that box
abide by dogma norms lack vision to approach our confusion
Afraid of cul de sacs dead ends stop signs for individual drive
we halt and abide arrested immobilised for society’s sake
accept torturous certainty admit to all guilt and as we shrive
cannot distinguish from needs what is causing us mind ache
Roundabout’s exits guarded by our very own straight jackets
we spin around like puppets on strings to our master’s delight
The ‘panopticon’ demands obedience and we cannot attack it
for lack of conviction rebellion introspection rigorous insight
Unless we break free from chains of what others demand
disregard our dreams our beauty default on individual virtue
the road ends at a four way stop where forever we stand
disunited abolished forgotten and constant imagined taboo
4th January 2017
Written for contest: At the end of the road
Life’s Encore
Help knocked at my front door; I had no clue.
We wound our way through friendship while love entwined.
My words stumbled when at first I talked with you.
It seemed forever that my heart had been confined.
It was for fullness that my starving soul searched.
Your kindness helped me put away many fears.
The church steeple watched as the devil’s scheme perched.
We opened up hoping, knowing vanquished tears.
When you embraced me, somehow, my hopes took flight.
I felt quivers that had vanished years before.
Two lives in anguish together saw the light.
True love, invincible, became life’s encore.
We were wed on New Year’s eve at 12:01.
Dreamy eyes were sparkled with true love’s hue.
Family and friends came; celebrated with fun.
As planned we began to make our dreams come true.
The Devil’s scheme soon started to thwart love’s way.
I survived the shock when his laughter bellowed!
Divorce not filed … our marriage went away.
When your wife called, I saw the end of the road.
12/30/2016
Written for Nicole Byrne’s End of the Road Poetry Contest
Just another page in my history-
Oh, how will I survive from this sad day;
my soul is painted in shades of dark blue,
and I stand alone knowing I cannot stay.
In memories you are right beside me always-
When I fell in love with you it was forever;
and your love still whispers from a distant heaven,
I don't think I can find the strength ever, ever.
I say goodbye my love and I am falling apart-
We have reached the end of the road, two now one;
yes, I know I need to walk away as there is nothing left,
I will paint you in my mind till all my days are done.
The wind will be your hand wiping away my tears-
There is only one road for me now to follow;
and memories of you will be with me always, always,
so goodbye my love, I need to find my tomorrow.
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December 30, 2016
Poetry/Quatrain/The End Of The Road
Copyright Protected, ID 12-862-079-30
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Poet's Choice
Sponsor, Nicola Byrne, Judged 01/2017
Third Place
I must have been 7 when I first climbed that old willow tree,
The gang called it the club house.
There was Jodie, Bridget and of course Rebecca the Wrecker.
I think that that tree was more of school than school.
It was more a parent than my parents.
I certainly learned more about life, boys and the fear of falling,
Than any other place I've been.
We once placed 5 snake eyed marbles there.
The first was Courage in Adversity.
The second marble was Joy in the good times.
The third was Faith to overcome Doubt.
The fourth was Love thy Father.
The fifth marble was Love thy Mother.
I went back one day, all grown up.
I saw that the council had a sign on the tree.
This tree is regarded as unsafe.
Please beware.
Oh doubt in my childhood. Fear in the every day.
Let not the pangs of daily life ever erase
The treasured moments in that tree.