Crossroads Poems

An Afternoon in the Abyss

I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.

I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.

I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light

At a Crossroads

Leveling up on serpentine curves —
Dust-coated and desiccated — crossroads:
Inebriated with floods, one length;
Darkened with fumes of a puking mountain,
The other stretch;
Gale-powdered face of one breath stares at the
Rumbling belly of the fourth.

Cross roads of choice'

Here you are.. As am I.' This Intesection of
The internet is where todays (crossroads lie)
On the highway of the internet.' Here I call out
And cry..' Save your soul turn to Jesus He gave
All for you don't pass by.' Call Him into your being, His will is
That not all shall die.'

A Crossroads for Iran

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

At the Crossroads of Freedom

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

Crooked Crossroads

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

cross eyed crossroads secret

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?

At Crossroads

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

Crossroads in the Cloud

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

At the crossroads of time, when a poet fades into silence

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

Crossroads

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

THE CROSSROADS OF WISDOM

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

Crossroads

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

Crossroads

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

At the crossroads

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

• Short Crossroads Poems
• Famous Crossroads Poems
• Best Crossroads Poems
• Read Crossroads Poems
• Long Crossroads Poems
• Crossroads Quotes