Crossroads Poems - Poems about Crossroads

When missiles fly The Mullahs lie They bide their time To turn the tide Their constant bluster Now short of luster For why we ask No God sent task To build a bomb With feigned aplomb Their word to spread Among the dead They have their place To find God's grace Not trample lives Like stinging hives Fear and temerity No road to prosperity But that's what they seek Control of the meek A proud...

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They say freedom is an experience - the sensation of looking into the eyes of another, and feeling the weight of a million life burdens lifted from their shoulders, or gently coasting along the riverbed of love's tender embrace. Yet, what use is in love's fruits without the ability to choose? Do they even grow at all? I contend true liberation is in...

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Standing at a dusty crossroads, The sun brutally beats down Upon flesh left for dead. High noon mingles with midnight; Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare. Brittle tumbleweeds drift tragically away. Beady-eyed vultures swoop, circling. Gravity's pull feels increasingly heavy Against unrelenting waves of sorrow— Karma's come...

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Cross-eyed crossroads had a secret to keep the crux of it was amazingly deep Kind of confidence that makes you weep Isn’t it lucky that cross-eyed crossroads can’t speak?...

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I stand, where paths diverge, With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge. The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace, Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s Trace. At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace, Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space, Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen, The road ahead-a riddle, Serene. Branches murmur, leaves weave lore, Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn. Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths, Right...

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Across the wires, a spark ignites, Words dance and weave, through digital nights. We laugh, we share, a bond takes hold, But where it leads, a story untold. I see your wit, your passions shine, A connection forming, a curious sign. But before we delve, in deeper streams, Let's...

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At the crossroads of time, when a poet fades into silence, His words remain to dance, carried by the wind's resilience, Whispering untold stories to ears that have yet to hear, Secrets hidden in every line, like deep music clear. The flow of his consciousness runs unrestrained through ink veins, On paper yellowed by time, a map of the soul...

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Will she ever come back to you? You could wait around and see, But it hurts to hold on to Something that may never be. Letting go is more painful to do. Wondering if your heart's kept from love And for so long being with her Is the one thing you've dreamed of. At this crossroads that you stand Pondering which path is the...

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Beneath the heavens, split and torn, A path of choice where lives are worn. One road glows with light and grace, The other fades to a shadowed place. The wise one stands with arms outstretched, A voice of truth, in kindness etched. "Choose the way of fear divine, Reject the folly that dims your shine." Yet many scorn the gentle call, To tread the...

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These roads have always been here. Wood to brick, brick to stone, changes with the coming times. Modernity but where did it come from? All of a sudden, walking along different paths that lead to the same destination, Concrete that calls the same names of old lovers yet I do not recognize the sweetness. Degeneration that...

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Here I stand Amidst the Crossroads of Life Abandoned, Worldly Pleasures behind me, Forsaken Crimson Wasteland Here I Am Pouring Libations to the Oracle of Truth Selfish Desires Beyond Me, Rites of the Sacrificial Lamb Messenger of the Crossroads, I Prostrate Before Thee Time as a ever Rolling Stream, A Speckled Phantasmagoria I look forward as my Faith is Sealed, The Shaman's Stone...

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Parallel lines of attention, one being urge of the ego, the other loosening tension, preferring soulful musings slow, playoff between chaos and bliss; in both cases, a deep abyss. If we feed the demon of lust, trampling over those who are meek, soul’s light ebbs due to acts unjust and our auric field becomes weak but if our head and heart align, here and now we...

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America at a critical political crossroads..., nevertheless hope springs eternal, especially after listening to Vice President Kamala Harris and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz speak at the The Liacouras Center 1776 North Broad Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19121 on the evening of August sixth, two thousand and twenty four. The team of aforementioned able bodied, minded and spirited Democratic candidates infused the packed house wife fore husbanding gusto with unbridled optimism analogous...

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Everybody has experienced a turning point It’s a natural part of life; it’s part of growing up Life is a sleek roller coaster that goes down and up There’s a Carrefour which we must turn to a point To pause, think, fathom and reflect upon and to move on To face a neoteric reality, an ingenious centaur with apron Unusual or...

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The crossroads of shadows within my mind, where darkness and light intertwine in an eternal dance, I sit in my own solitude, feeling nothing but the painful flatness of existence, consumed by loneliness, why must it be this way? In a room full of people, all I see is my reflection, empty and pale. A weight of stone upon my...

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