Best Road Poems
“Stardust Road.”
"Soft defense is driven by my thoughts,
I vanish away into yesterday’s scenic road,
Set the mood among the dark clouds,
Wish I could go back to the night, of fourteen and cold.
Tell me not to look up and cover myself with the world.
Sorry I could not stay,
One too many excuses & lies,
To where they never fixed themselves;
I could not handle the air,
I had to breathe right the cold nights that followed.
I stood as one in love, under the starry sky…
Young and alone, I left the never-ending vindictive feeling.
The dust slept every reason inside my soul.
I travel the world, snoozing with the magic of the sand.
Stars that echo and drop twinkles to my walking toes.
The horizon was my blanket and shield
Where the light and night I wore,
Accelerating, escaping no more justification!
"Oceans of excuses sailed through my soul,
Heartbroken, but in love with defiance toward the stardust novelty.
With a sigh!
I hesitate not to look back,
Somewhere the ages turn to rust:
Old and grey, all alone,
The leaves I stepped on then are trample and gone.
One day I shall return for the proper goodbye.
For now, I must travel down this lonely road silently.
Slowly my heart will heal itself, nurturing the frozen sleet away.
Releasing the 14-year old girl at last,
In a body a mind and soul,
Confronting her with an, I BELONG HELLO!”
By;PD
Ekphrasis on Album Cover Art – 3-28-25
Jericho Road – Written, sung, recorded by poet
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Thinking About Jericho Road
A road with no name, where earth births stillborn stones,
Snakes through stillness
Into a fading perspective that neither winks nor smiles
Not touching impotent palms of bleached fronds,
Colored in the scent of cold ashes,
To whisper a chorus of mystery
To saints and sinner
In shades of hard steel
And colors of monotony on this threadbare path.
Blank road devoid of thought,
A monorhyme of barren greys and dust
Without imagination,
Makes no covenants with curses or blessings
Kings or pilgrims
Or with the fragile flower
Changeless except to remain
One moment held by time, that knows each name,
Without a star, only an invitation for resurrection.
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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Autumn's dream of a country road
Where houses are few and moving slowed.
Leaves are turning gold_ red_ burgundy.
Inside a warm home apples are candy.
In a barn or cellar cold winter foods quickly stowed
Against winter's coming and inches snowed.
Autumn dreams of snuggling nights when windy
Breeze carries tune;close by snacks_ hot chocolate handy.
Contest: Autumn's Dream
Sponsor: ^Rick Parise
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Bloom Road
Wherefore be this heavenly place?
Untouched by the metropolis'
inhumane demands?
Tis in your heart, dear friend, such
a place be.
Free of political buffoonery.
One must be a bold discoverer of
the heart.
For if not, Bloom Road is naught!
In the sweetest dwelling of your wishes,
Lies Bloom Road, and warm, delicious,
awaiting kisses.
Life is not an accident for those
with drreams.
It's an actuality that's both planned
and deftly carved and schemed.
Be off now, and the hunter be....
Bloom Road and thy keenest lover,
Are at the ready, just for thee.
August 17, 2020
Love is ultimate, but with you it was fatal.
I had lots of laughter not until I said “I love you too!”.
Number two was my certified location
b’cos I’ve always reverenced you so high
at the topmost of priorities.
Your gladness was much more than my enjoyment,
it germinated into compulsory duties I had to perform.
My pride became your belt and my shame, your underpants.
The definition of me translated to the adoration of you.
I worry to give us a balance
but you hurry to topple the equilibrium.
My life, a spreadsheet of your errands,
subjecting my feelings into a standby
to suit your taste and exhausting comfort.
But one day!
The slightest of contact with an acid
will change the litmus colour
and a continuous debt by a tenant
will abruptly render him homeless.
Your oil is used up, the engine is knocked
and the lamp has gone dark.
A heart so tender, you deserve not.
Arms once warm have been frozen to rigor motes.
My back is turned towards you
and that beauty, you’ll never see again.
Go and taste the seedlings of the city’s daughters
and the well sauced soups of its young maidens.
I’m no longer yours even if nature advocates for mercy.
Consider my sweetness and calm now as stones
mixed in dough, baked and served with vinegar.
You proclaim “I’m now a completely changed man”,
I believe you, but for the next girl.
Know this Mr. Irresistible guy,
even if you’re the last birth of all men
I’ll never again present my affections for your selfish trade.
Goodbye my past lover, I sincerely wish you well.
Across the vast Californian Death Valley I went out for a drive
The temperature gauge was reading a hundred and twenty five.
Despite the unforgiving temperature, I was staying nice and cool
I had the air conditioning on full blast, because I am no fool.
I had been on the road for about an hour, so I pulled over for a break
The desert scenery was awesome, so some pictures I thought I'd take.
I slowly got out of my car taking my camera and boy it was so hot
After about ten minutes of snapping, some great pictures I'd got.
I walked quickly back to my car and went to get my key
It wasnt in my pocket, and fear started to overcome me.
I realised I didn't have my hat or water they were on the front seat
And knew I wouldn't last too long in the deserts unforgiving heat.
I started to walk on the highway it was a good four hours to town
And praying another vehicle would soon appear so I could flag it down.
After two hours of walking I heard it, the rumbling of a truck
Help was coming at long last and I couldn't believe my luck.
The driver stopped and said "hey buddy you look like you need a ride "
I was on the verge of collapse, but so overjoyed I almost cried.
We got to town and I wanted to give him something for rescuing me
Opened my camera bag to get some money out and damn there was my key.
Written 4th August 2021
An interesting Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Funom Makama.
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
If you’re giving up
Then tell me, who’s to blame
The road’s ahead
Time is now
Make that change
You’ve been dreaming of
Open up your heart doors
And set your soul free
Feel the inspiration
The sunshine and breeze
Whatever it takes
However, life goes
Give it all the love inside of you
Believe you’ll achieve your goals
And if you have to rise to meet your destiny
Then take to the Sky
Fly up high…
High, High, High
I've passed it by, so many times before
While traveling this twisted asphalt highway
That weathered sign, nailed, so crudely fashioned
To peeling bark, upon the yoke
Of one ancient, gnarled and battered cottonwood tree
It marks a fork of the old backwood road
Where gravel branches, bends and sways
And meanders through the glade
Where the dry creek bed, goes high into the hills...
Where poison oak thrives, and secrets hide...
There it is!.... That feeling, that inclination to explore...
I've had before....
Stabbing that place of my wanderlust
My curiosity....
An old dented mailbox....sitting alone...whose, do you suppose?
Where does the mail go? Does anyone know?
So many times,.....we have passed on by...
I've caught a glimpse, and thoughts would rise...
What lies beyond this fork in the road?
What lies beyond the bend, the turn?...What would we learn?
What course, would we follow
If just this once, we turned, and broke away from the ordinary...
Changed our direction...followed the unknown
Where the creek runs dry
And the banks are rife...
With chokecherry....and willow scrub
Where leaves are layered with chalk white dust?...
Will we ever know?
What lies beyond the fork in the road?....
As I turn my head, and watch my chance disappear once again....
Will I ever know?.....
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II. Nature's Cyclical Dance
End is not death. Changing into something new is good.
A leaf falls, then goes back into the dark soil.
Next year's flowers sleep under winter's quiet.
We fear the end, but nature shows us it's not bad.
Death is a new start.
My Anishinaabe mentor Little Deer laughed at my wide eyes.
That first forest walk, as he plucked a bright trillium —
"Cherish her fleeting beauty, but mourn her not, my friend.
This flower's death will birth a thousand more to come."
His people know life dances on; death is rebirth.
I hear them now. Those ancient voices riding wind's breath.
They speak through birch and pine... calling me back to the way —
Honoring and not fearing, the seasons' turning tides.
Each dawn's first birdsong and each brook's gentle murmuring
Echoing the rhythm pulsing through this wild...
and wondrous earth.
Let me join this cycle, rooted but free.
I'll welcome death and the return of life.
Like the forest floor, decay and new growth mix.
With every breath, I'll connect with the source.
This cycle of life, death, and being born again is a gift.
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"The Sacred Forest, a Nurturing Mother, never lets life die, / But reclaims, recycles, and rebirths in her eternal lullaby." - Daniel Henry Rodgers
I'm swept up in mixed emotions
when I walk down Abbotsford Road.
They fill my memory-ocean
where waves of feeling erode
the moments from my childhood
when time was an endless stream
of games and imagination,
of very first hopes and dreams.
The trees have grown so tall,
as they reach toward the sky.
The gardens flourish and sprawl
past lilacs that sway and sigh
against the backyard gate,
which I've pushed a thousand times
to watch the apple blossoms
fall from trees we used to climb.
The house still looks the same,
though I know it's changed inside.
Someone else is dreaming dreams
in the room that once was mine.
Written: 2015/09/08
For Verlena's "A child's first home" contest
The road to my father’s house
is paved with hills and valleys
outstretched horizons
and sunfilled crystal skies
How he loved the land
each slope each field
with a consuming veneration
fueled with layers of history
and virtuous sweat of ancestors
There’s a serenity within me
sublime that swells as I get closer
except my eyes aim higher now
slightly above the horizon
somewhere behind the clouds
above the hills and valleys
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2022, 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Published in my photo/poetry book ~THE ROAD TO MY FATHER'S HOUSE~ 2019
Submitted on January 3, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
As you travel down life's path,
You never know what lies ahead,
What you may think is a smooth path,
Will be a rough journey instead,
Where obstacles may impede your way,
And make you to discouraged to go on,
But if you put your faith in God
He will show you a better way,
And if you come to a fork in the road,
You will have a chance to decide,
If you will stay on your present path,
Or let almighty God be your guide.
A dirt road leads into a forest
This road is winding and narrow
into the woods
As the car travels it comes to a fork
Now a decision must be made to-
turn left or right
After awhile a shape comes into view
The first thing seen is an out house
A few feet away a railway car on a-
grassy patch -A strange site to see
The driver came to to visit his eccentric
friends.
They live in the forest all year round
Deep in the woods away from the main road
It is not a campsite -it is their home
Living out here in solitude all alone
The driver wonders how could they
live this way
He will never know the reason
intoxicated by the taste of her pleasures
loving to see her satisfied I intensify my measures
touching, tasting, smiling loving to see her satisfied
all these pleasures rushing as I began to rise
taking a moment I gaze upon the perfection of her frame
I then seek south in the fields of the sugar cane
An addictive sweet tooth I have, damn I love the south
Enjoying the view, aroma, and most of all when the taste and my mouth
You sound screams of joy as I am inside
The best road trip I’ve ever had as you ride
Now that you weary on the road I think we should switch and I should drive
From to dusk to dawn, I take you on one hell of a quest
As our adventure comes to an end I wonder whens the next