Best Roadblock Poems
Tick tock, tick tock, the sound of the clock
A constant reminder that time never stops
There must be something that can be done
To slow down the time, how quickly it runs
From seconds to minutes to hours then days
Calendars form an unsolvable maze
Tick tock tick tock, I'm taking stock
How much is wasted, how much is forgot
I must contribute before it's too late
Do something beneficial and not hesitate
So much can be done in so little time
But I must get moving, hands starting to climb
Tick tock tick tock, There's no roadblock
I can't slow the time by watching the clock
I twiddle my thumbs and constantly *****
Waiting for others to flip their switch
Then criticize them without lending a hand
Sleepwalking in daylight just shuffling the sand
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...
My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I had no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart.
The match my friends and family applaud.
There is no roadblock keeping us apart.
And yet I knew right from the very start,
I’d made the selfsame promise to another.
I gave to him the whole of my young heart
And like now, vowed there would be no other.
You cannot know part of my heart I save,
For one who lies so lowly in his grave.
There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock.
There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree.
Each day is a struggle for me, from which I cannot break free.
Mechanical parts of a washing machine sometimes need repair,
but when heart and mind are at odds, it's a hardship I must bear.
It's pugilistic sparring and I'm overwhelmed with doubt and fears
because I'm the one who always gets hurt, bringing me to tears.
I can't get through to my heart, and simply cannot make it clear
to a stubborn mind that tunes out what it doesn't want to hear.
I've pleaded and tried bartering but neither one will take heed.
I've accused them both of having an ego and an attitude of greed.
The interior machinations of my mind and heart often malfunction.
My heart seeks love, while my mind is smug with selfish unction.
I can't really remember when the last time was, they ever agreed.
They're an enigma, each one having its own beliefs and creed.
A birthday is always a special day
A day that comes round each year
Celebrate it and surround yourself
With loved ones far and near
This day doesn't only resemble your birth
It's also a day to enjoy
The fact your living alive with life
Every man, woman, girl and boy
As you get older you start to know
The things life has in store for you
Make every effort count in life
See your journey in life through
Don't let no joy be taken away
From you as you walk each day
Knowing that theres a purpose for something
In your life so to you I say
Challenge the impossible for nothing in life is
Speak out to those who care to hear
Where there is a roadblock theres always a passage
Battle through it year after year
Time is ticking the hour is unknown
Be wise stay encouraged and be strong
Do what it takes to make your ends meet
In this life that seems so long
Happy Birthday to all who shares this day
May this message bring warmth to your heart
Make a wish for the moment and stick with it
For everyday is a fresh new start.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca
BLOCKHEAD
Some folks’ say all my life I’ve been a BLOCKHEAD.
Maybe if I could have gotten through that last ROADBLOCK,
news of my incarceration wouldn’t be such a family BLOCKBUSTER.
So here I sit all alone in my CELL BLOCK.
I’m suffering a bad case of WRITERS BLOCK,
without a clue the path my mind should take to UNBLOCK.
By the time I get out of here, I’ll need 100 spf SUNBLOCK.
For the BLOCK-BLOCK-BLOCK contest.
The Message of the Cross
The Message of the Cross
Is foolishness to those perishing.
But to us who are being saved,
It’s the power of God refreshing.
The wisdom of this world
Is foolishness to God above.
Christ’s sacrificial crucifixion—
A mighty measure of His love.
The message of Christ crucified
Was to the Jews a stumbling block;
To the Gentiles foolishness;
To both a type of roadblock.
God chooses the foolish things
To confound the wise.
Fishermen to tell the gospel—
Ultimately despised.
The Message of the Cross
Tells of God’s bountiful love;
Those who followed Christ,
Received his power from above.
For most were simple men
Not of higher education;
In simplicity God is glorified;
Needs no human wisdom of foundation.
God wants us to boast
In His power from heaven;
His wise, precious word
By His Holy Spirit driven.
The Message of the Cross
Will forever be lost,
To those seeking man’s wisdom;
Eternal death their cost!
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012
My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I had no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart.
The match my friends and family applaud,
There is no roadblock keeping us apart.
And yet I knew right from the very start,
I’d made the selfsame promise to another.
I gave to him the whole of my young heart
To him I vowed that there would be no other.
You cannot know part of my heart I save,
For one who lies so lowly in his grave.
For Dr Mehta's Spenserian Sonnet contest
LARRY LaVELLE
i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy
she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine
then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese
i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam'
she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again
oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie
i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight
the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man....
STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON
i call myself Bountifully Blessed
i was a bully's dream all through school
from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing
my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off
through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger
from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes
as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche
look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself
it still make you giggle in the very same way
even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed
the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed
POETIC LEFTY
i call myself unconditionally loved
papa strange had a firm hold on me
put blinders on my self esteem yes he did
unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance
i can't be me if i can't be myself
how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else
it has always been comfortable on my street
every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate
however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning
the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello
somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible
i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above
though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
My heart is reaching for you
While my mind is putting up its roadblock
It may startle me, or it may not
If on my soul you did knock
Scared you are really mine
Just feels silly that I would deserve
Hard to wrap my head around
How you wrap around my every nerve
It's scary how one could feel your presence
Days before you even show
I see a stranger im in love with
While your eyes say…
all about me you already know
While I feel a longing for your touch
I am confused, I am terrified
What if you end up being just a live dream
And to my own existence I have lied
Doesn't seem real, you being here
Yet I know it's this way or nothing
I want it this strong or to just remain alone
Yet now I can feel our lives already blending
Did God cheat you out of how wonderful you could be
By placing you to be in love with a kalopsia like me?
I feel so cheap, then I feel so ataraxia about myself
It would be mild to say whats between us is a kilig
But for you I’ll stay…its so simple…i see no other way.
Oh tear, oh tears
Why do you love me?
Can’t you divorce me?
To give me a new beginning
Oh tears, oh tears
Why did you hide my handkerchief?
Can’t you wipe my face?
To make me smile again
Oh tears, oh tears
Why are you searching for me?
Can’t you leave me alone?
To move forward in life
Oh tears, oh tears
Why did you place a roadblock?
Can’t you leave the bridge?
To make me cross over
Oh tears, oh tears
Why did you put me in prison?
Can’t you allow me see the light
To fulfill my destiny
It just cracked
SPelted in two
Deep on my wall
And left a vacuum
It just broke
Felt on my path
Close my destiny door
And left a roadblock
It finally drop
Right on my last strength
I push it over me
Now I can face tomorrow
My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I have no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart
To match my friends and family applaud.
There is no roadblock keeping us apart.
And yet I knew right from the very start,
I’d made the selfsame promise to another.
I gave to him the whole of my young heart
And like now, vowed that there would be no other.
Now as I pledge, part of my heart I save,
For one who lies so lowly in his grave.
won 3rd in Brian's contest
know yourself and the things you fear
and you need not to fear all the fights you go through
to get passed these obstacles in life .
sometimes its like a roadblock
where cops pulling out the spikes .
it's like i driven over these
making you lose control of yourself .
you wanna go right but instead you left .
if only i knew before i was going to end like this
then i wouldn't have done this theft
so what's next ... the promise i kept
had no longer the effect like i wanted to
so now its time for me to face the things that im goin through
lord please forgive me for being such a fool
but i was young and i wanted to break the rules
and when i watched the news ...
i had to face the truth
i never knew myself nor did i knew my fears
wich made me go into failure ..
the life i live today got me trapped with no way back
and now i know ... my future
but there is some hope that i will find the path
otherwise this ends with alot of pain
and a whole lot of tears
4 x 4
There you are driving ahead of me again
five foot five in your four by four.
Peroxide blonde transporter of empty baby seats
Mobile phone to your ear transmitting
More nonsensical extrusion from a shallow mind
Roundabout ahead, wrong lane, who cares!
Let’s double park at the corner shop
Check the rearview mirror, yes makeup ok
Don’t forget the hazard lights of excused abandonment
Like a disco roadblock
a double acrostic
S - Scared to death, I dreaded failures
E - Exams in high school were formidable.
L - Leery as I was, my final grades were phenomenal
F - Finishing with a B- average I stood in disbelief.
A - A little less shaky, I headed to higher academia;
C - College-life was stressful but I refused to panic.
T - Test taking became part of becoming an adult.
U - University structure was a different milieu;
A - Actually I finally got rid of the false chimera
L - Learning who I was and liking how it made me feel.
I - Independence was not the roadblock that I
Z - Zeroed in on as an unsure teenage klutz.
A - Actualization is a work in progress. My agenda
T - Takes on a different focus now; I am less of a pessimist.
I - I graduated with a new motto, a kind of alibi -
O - Occasional failure is not an opportunity to forego
N - New learning experiences because of intimidation.
written Nov. 10, 2016