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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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