Best Roadkill Poems

"Vibrationary Roadkill High Beam "  

You look at a screen,
it’s like you’re driving
you know, full speed, 
there you are planted 

firmly 
behind the wheel,

the windscreen wipers 
are swiping bugs and crap 
off the page and there 
for once in your life, 

you focus
full beam...

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"Road Kill and the 3 Fates"



Daughters of Nyx
the sisters 


Stand strong together
when darkness
feigns innocence
next to the forgotten
Road Kill

Nyx becomes Themis
a memory 
infiltrates the mind
prompting the true law
and order of things

Backwards towards
a beginning
Inside resides 
the female Titan
somewhere winning

Collecting the threads
of each life enlightening
the golden chords copacetic
the...

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A momentary glimpse 
And silent touch of hands
The peace that was wrecked 
With the roar of machine 
The water that was laid
Upon the heap of sands

For it was the final voyage 
Of the love 
That had just begun  
A melodious music 
Silently tearing away...

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Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill

From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches 
On this finest of dining

Call us the critter getters 
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that

From Bambi to Thumper
And all their...

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She begged him not to go that night,
we'll survive love, we can find a way
but if you must go, please tell me love,
you'll promise to avoid the lights

The forest was their home, their world
they knew each tree, each hump and hollow
they'd always lived there safe...

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Middle of the road,
or somewhere in between,
Over and beyond,
is where I should’ve been,
Living in the undergrowth 
Staying more or less unseen 
Now a piece of roadkill,  
belly up hasbeen. 
As you drive on by,
Spare a thought for me.

Stuck to the highway,
baking in the sun,
Flies...

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At a checkpoint sits a four-door sedan, brown paint faded by years of unremitting sun, pitted by hundreds of sandstorms. Only bullet holes exposing fresh metal and the still-inflated tires are new.

Inside, four crimson-splattered corpses: father at the wheel, forced against the seatback by the...

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Used to be king of the hill now on a bunch damn pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then look like roadkill...

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A few obstacles on my path tried to Leave me as roadkill
Living a nightmare, Tragedies of my past replay, but I won't squeal
Depression beating me, telling me I won't heal
A few obstacles on my path tried to leave me as roadkill

Traveling down the darkest roads,...

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Most police officers 
are genuinely good, decent people. 
I know that. Deep down, we all know that.
Unfortunately, though, the bad apples 
among them have tainted
their reputation beyond repair.

It's no secret these "bad apples, "
mostly Caucasian and racist
---might as well call a spade a spade!---
have it...

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Splattered scattered parts 
unidentified bodies 
dog rabbit or deer...

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No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me.

   No one knows my heart is an open road

No one knows the sound I softly whine

  But I do. I do.


I will wake today and carry my body

     I...

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He hears again
the far-off jiggling of keys,
the throaty cough of ignition,
recalls strafing lights
on a night-blurred road.

Moths, like pale flowers,
crash against the windscreen.
Over-reaching branches
whip back and forth, warping
a transfixed retina.

A gritty sleet, then,
the bloodied head, the matted fur,
the flaying shanks;
a frozen shock laid bare.

Returning to the...

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Watch your eyes to the road and the view
but hold your nose over the next hill.
A skunk is dead on the side of the road
the kill is not fresh, but three days old.
The stink of the kill lingers on and on
a smell so bad that...

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On walks, my dog loves to sniff death and decay,
and never seems to ponder ~
how things got to be this way.
...

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