Best Road Less Travelled Poems
POTD 23 Mar 2024
THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.
Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was a path to dismal dimness prone.
To my right, a lovely sight-fragrant flora flamed in light
Forms so graceful, beauty rare, a wonderous vision beyond compare.
Both seduced with equal right, torn was I between dark and light.
Resisting limits of time and sight, a liminal border of cosmic might.
Hesitancy rapt with fear and doubt, the pondering heart beat aloud.
Tempting was the path so grand, but instinct cautioned of a treacherous hand.
A feathery touch, a breeze stirred, and in its sigh, a voice I heard.
Was it Hecate who whispered?
"Take heed. Beware, for each path leads to a different lair."
Crystal clarity knew what I must do, and with a heart filled with valour true,
Joyously, I strode wild and free down the well-trodden path ahead of me.
The leaves, like frisking lovers, played as I embarked my chosen way.
Future paths ~ So many dreams ~ Each a thread in life's grand scheme.
Though true discovery lay in paths, I'd roam ~
The one well travelled always led back Home.
By Maria Williams ©
Greeks worshipped Hecate as a guardian and gatekeeper who could ward off evil forces. She is often represented carrying a torch and a key and standing on the liminal border between one place and another. She bears three heads and always has a dog by her side.
Inspired by Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken', I chose to write an alternative version.
'The Road Not Taken' is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems. It's natural and understandable that many readers take the poem to be Frost's statement of individualism as a poet: he will take 'the road less travelled'.
The metaphor of the road is one that immediately evokes a journey, not just of the local or day-to-day kind, but of the life-defining sort: life as a journey, with many roads which we must travel along, and with many alternative paths which we must choose between.
POTD 23 March 2024
I've chosen this path
to take by my own free will
I'm in no hurry
at this cross section
the road less travelled is good
I'm glad to be here
in this cul-de-sac
of sedentary and still
thinking, as an art
Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
Kiss the rose, look into my eyes
Endless words, my heart laid bare
No man is an island, tears fall like rain
Words that were left unspoken, over and over again
It's never too late to change, wish upon a star
Near and dear to my heart, when all is said and done
Give it a whirl, as time passes by, my soul is weeping, weeping
Stop and smell the roses, till the end of time
______________________________
May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Cliches/"Broken Wings"
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-486-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
It's conventional thinking unravelled,
Waiting on the horns of a dilemma
With brand new ideas : the road less travelled,
Takes me back to sixty-five – the summer.
Exams completed, leaving school behind,
I took a different route from friends and peers.
Engineering was what I had in mind
Instead of academic based careers.
An ad. in local paper caught my eye :
“Electrical Apprenticeship. 5-year
Sandwich Course, Electricity Supply”,
Leading to electrical engineer.
Yes. I took a less frequented pathway
And followed it to where I am today.
The Bimini Road is the one that I travel
Seeking the answers to history and lore
This undersea road has been tied to Atlantis
Who went here before, millennia ago or more?
Questions raised: was it journeyed on foot or horseback
Did Atlantis merchants use Bimini’s Road for trade
I remain on a quest for lost civilizations
How was this road constructed? How were huge stones laid?
It was September Second, 1968
When in shallow waters off the Bimini Coast
This curious wedged rock limestone road was first found
Beckoning curiosity seekers like me the most
With snorkels and fins I’ve swum over this structure
Bubbles rose as I surveyed rocks fitted in place
Speculation abounds and my intrigue’s profound
Such a thrill; curiosity can’t be erased
Surely it is simpler to navigate highways
Or explore the paths of New Hampshire’s White Mountains
But if ever a road were less travelled today
It’s the one filled by imagination’s fountains
A road that leads us back to envision the past
Is the one that I prefer to travel upon
If ever I learn what became of Atlantis
My life quest may be answered by Bimini’s spawn
by Carolyn Devonshire
For Constance's Road Less Travelled contest
"I shall be telling this with a sigh".
Robert Frost, 'The Road Less Travelled'.
Mommy,
Maybe I can't remember the moment I was born-
Even the moment the announcer blew his horn.
I will never know the moment I was conceived-
But there is one thing that I know and believe.
That I shall be telling this love story with a sigh-
Because you will forever be the apple of my eye.
You blessed me with a name when we met at birth-
Give me a kiss Mommy, you don't know it's worth.
When, I cried dear Mother, I wanted no one but you-
Your smell, your caress no one else would simply do.
You see you were there Mommy when I felt so alone-
You hugged me, kissed me, even tried to atone.
For the ones that hurt me pierced my young heart-
Sealed it with a kiss you said we would never part.
There were even times that I didn't wish to live-
Kissed me, held my hand said I have so much to give.
Give me a kiss Mommy, for I'll forever need that touch-
That once healed my heart, oh how I love you so much.
I shed a tear for each of my needs you've met-
I can't do enough for you but I shall never forget.
Give me a kiss Mommy please let me reminisce-
Of a love so pure , please Mommy give me a kiss.
Valerie Sherman
Give me a Kiss Mommy
10/5/2011
I am not talking about the movie but a psychological phenomenon.
People have a sixth sense that guides your daily decisions.
You don’t know you have it, as it’s based in your subconscious mind,
Where past experiences and mistakes record as clear visions,
However your conscious mind only registers these memories as part of a picture.
It guides you to turn a specific way when you have never been there before,
When meeting someone new, like my future husband, made me realize he was who I would marry.
I haven’t seen God but he/she must exist as I’ve seen work that only a supreme being can do.
It helps you to contact a potential employer just the right time for a job interview.
For others, it may be getting a feeling of foreboding prior to a bad experience or
It’s knowing that your child is really sick without any clear symptoms.
It is why someone chooses a specific profession and they end up being really good in that job.
When a decision must be made, you somehow just know how to make it.
Our reactions are based on our modified memories and subliminal sounds.
Some call this a hunch, gut-reaction, while others call it intuition or instinct.
I believe it is our sixth sense and one of our most important characteristics of humans,
It is what makes us choose the fork in the road less travelled.
Makes us second guess our decision or just know that it is the right decision.
Somehow knowing from the moment our feet hit the floor, it is a good day and things will be alright.
Written July 29, 2011
Contest "Who am I"
Placement 10th
"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost, The Road Less Travelled.
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I had a mother once
With long dark hair
Whose candle faded,
but not her flame
The light she left inside my heart
Is still alive, forever glowing
It flickers softly in the dark
It chases shadows from my dreams
And comforts me, and softly keeps me
warm and safe,
and whispers love that does not leave me
It somehow knows when darkness swallows me
that soon the blush of morning follows
It tucks me in, and lightens my dread
and with warm breath, will kiss my head
Then tells me
"Hush, hush little sweet one....,
...go back to sleep"
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In honor of Constance's Contest: "Give Me a Kiss, Mommy"
By Carrie Richards 10/6/11
Oh! How it must have looked back then
How you looked oh so small
As you gazed into your future
In that mirror on the wall
Family is as family does
And God knows that we need 'em
But that image in the glass ahead
Is the doorway to your freedom
Like old worn boots, you walked that path
With a voice like liquid gravel
The easy way, was not your way
You chose the road less travelled
It's hard at times to stare into
A face that's done you wrong
But that Silver Tongued Devil, sometimes
Sold your Soul out, for a song
The image misted over
'Til there was no you, no more
The dust, it lay down heavy
On that Mirror, on the wall
Though at times you felt forsaken
In your vision of tomorrow
Your faith remained, unbroken
You proved stronger than your sorrow
The Shadows, in the darkness
Lead you closer to the fall
Your distance from the Mirror
made your Heroes, seem so tall
We watched you from a distance
As you seen your image clear
And small we stood, yet plentiful
We held your vision dear
At last we see your happiness
A Soul without a blemish
No more a time of emptiness
Content, in your own image
Your life, a Golden Spiral
Equal in its distortion
An Infinite Holy Wonder
In its own Divine Proportion
"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost,The Road Less Travelled
Momma told me there would be days like this
Then she would hug me and give me a big kiss
She always made everything seem much better
All it ever took was her warm hug and a big kiss
I miss my momma so very much today
I need a warm hug and big kiss from her
My world has been upside down for days
I would give anything for her hug and a big kiss
Written by: Carol Brown
Entry: "Give Me A Kiss, Mommy" contest
Written on: 10/12/2011
3rd Place Winner
When times are good friendship blossoms
It fragrances all about
The sweet perfume of love
Let’s all about know
That no ill-will can see the light of day
Animosity can however set in quickly
Like a fast blowing wind
The sand castle of friendship can scatter
Far and wide
The shallow foundation
No match for the storms that now rage
This vitriol
Coupled with self-eroding contempt
Often puts paid to reconciliation
How fickle is friendship
How swiftly and cruelly it can be reversed
Turning to hatred
Leaving deep never healing scars
On one’s psyche
A fraternity of equals
The players of this social tangle
Had hoped and wanted to be
Sadly for some it wasn’t meant to be
Like hot water left to cool
The cold of unfriendliness may set in gradually
Or pour down with viciousness so abruptly
The reason can often to the injured party
A mystery be
The building blocks of unity
Are suddenly set alight
The flames of friendship past
Can burn oh so bright
Words spoken that cannot be recanted
Wound with skill
How advantageous is past familiarity
The knife knows where to grievously harm
Maiming with willful intent
How artful is treachery
Rage uncontained
Poisons all
A scene of no holds barred
A spectacle most dismal
The victor is but a fool
To think he has won
For he only fans the flames
That inevitably will consume him
Dirty laundry aired carelessly
Reeks mostly acridly
The recanting of embarrassing moments past
The venting of animosities that smouldered for too long
Is often too much to bear even for
The feuding ex-friends
There is no going back
From this point onwards
Thoughts and memories are ransacked
To find a grain of now apparent Ill-will
The petty of yore
Now comes to the fore
Life can sometimes burden
One unnecessarily
To acknowledge hurt caused
And to seek an end to hostilities
Is a road less travelled
A strong man or woman
You surely must be
To want to salvage what was once held dearly
But now dumped carelessly
What a tragedy is friendship
That once was
And never again will be
I helped him out and this is what I came up with so its a collaboration between
Cindy & Allan
Two Roads
Comprehend
right now
the decision so hard
Meeting crossroads
containing no mergence
One travels steered roads
Another down the daunting path
This journeyed
numerous times before
Acknowledged by humanity
understanding
For what it undoubtedly is
It will be
easy to begin with
Only in the end
the result dire
The path's boundary met
moving forth inevitable
The other
Less popular
Fewer travelled
Still uneven
assumed scary to trek upon
This jaunt comprises
tenacious confusion
Unsure of it's being
or where the venturing heads
Frightening
The unknown
But vizualize
its feasible
and leads
to immortal happiness
At present I feel
you perceive
'I can not manage this any longer'
My friend
we have met at the same place
Enshrine in your heart
one demands your presence
the other purely enlightened
Ask
I voyaged the road taken
to find it ends like all before
Returning to crossroads
lost again
may I?
adventure the road less travelled
I think you must
I do advice
Waiting there for you
ready and patient
Hoping then praying
one day
that lost soul of yours
To walk down
the unknown path
and brave essence
furthermore
R ambling on down a road that leads to nowhere
O ther people passing on their way to dead-end jobs
A llways looking for that elusive road less travelled
D etours sending us past another mansion owned by snobs
T raveling across the country without a map nor destination
R elying on our whims to guide us each new day
I ndependence is a town and our behavioral objective
P lenty of room in our van if you want to join us along the way
laughter is a rare thing for me these days
then you come along with colorful contrasts
at first, i was very much reluctant
then i became intrigued by your presentation of your introduction
nothing was what i expected
i am glad i took a road less travelled
here i am somewhere on vacation a little later in the future
i am making her applewood bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs
then i have the urge to surprise her with some cinnamon toast
the vanilla coffee is ready and so is the orange juice, freshly squeezed
she comes around the corner with a smile and a bright 'good mornin'
her strong southern accent defeating my serious demeanor
we flirt a little bit
her pine cone brown eyes are glistening in the natural light in the room
though she is 15.5 years older than me, we are like kids at a makeshift breakfast buffet
as we say our goodbyes, we exhale deeply and wonder
a new friendship has formed, and for that we feel ThankFull and Blessed
as i walk her to her navy blue SUV, we give each other a warm hug
we promise to stay in touch, but respect is the nucleus of our bond
as i watch her drive off, i thank God for the experience of it all
sometimes it is not about the physical aspect but the Occurrence of a Blessing
i hope that she finds happiness as she returns to her current chapter
just as i was turning the doorknob to reenter the condo, my phone chimes....
When given the choice of what road to take,
Sometimes I choose right; sometimes I mistake,
But I go forth with a smile and a laugh
On my journey down the less beaten path.
That road travelled by many before
Is the passage I most likely ignore.
I journey ahead with no directions or map
Always going forward and never turning back.
Sometimes I end up in a place unknown;
Sometimes twists and turns I’ve been thrown,
But always excitement accompanies me
On my life’s amazing journey.
This isn’t the lifestyle for the mild or the meek;
For those who need structure this journey is bleak,
But then, if this philosophy worked for everyone,
The road less travelled would be the most travelled one.
So, follow the crowd if that’s what suits you,
Perhaps we will meet up again;
I’ll take the path followed by few
Wondering where it will end.
By, Joe Flach