Dead End Street Poems - Poems about Dead End Street

Down at the end of dead end street, Cold, down and feeling beat, Trying to make sense of it all, Sun rises burning red, Visions spinning in my head, Now every dead end street leads to me. Blowing around in stormy weather, Like a bunch of dead leaves, I'd be a boarded up home, I'd be a rusty old car sitting up on blocks, And...

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I got off the bus after a hard day at work A storm had knocked out every street light In the gloom of despair, I saw a shadow lurk My fear of darkness reached a new height Two blocks to walk until I'd reach my home but oh, how my fright was filling me with dread I suffered from an illness...

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Admit you lost track ...

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Down the desolation of a dead-end street, Lost love's whisper, a heartbeat's retreat. Echoes of laughter, now silenced and cold, The tale of a journey, a story untold. Gone are the riches, the glittering gold, Faded dreams in a tale that unfolds. Job's embrace, a fleeting affair, Friends once near, now distant air. In shadows of despair,...

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For a new job one day, I drove fast. I was late and the city was vast. With no GPS, I just had to guess how to get there as minutes flew past. Some shortcuts I tried. Time so fleet I swore wouldn’t see me be beat. Aha, it is here I cried with great cheer, till I saw it was a dead-end street. A...

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DEAD END STREET --WHY do dead end roads Exist "Are you my enemy, if you’re not my friend? Alternative exit without exit should be posted dead end When “Google” tells you turn right at the bend Daylight night time Run Johnny Run gets dark at ten ~ Its GPS systems “Google” shows and tells you the road there Maybe curb site lodging...

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A dead end street like road to hell A burning bright flame, you can tell A deep pitfall with no way out It takes your soul without a doubt A sharp sickle of death awaits To put some dead souls in the crates Towards the way to endless pit Without a vent, even a bit...

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Only the two big houses were in the broad Street, My mansion was at the dead end street meet , ...

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Dead End Street He is waiting in the dark In the smoky dark under the railway sidings. He is nervous in the black In the black of the black slag piles. He lights a cigarette and breathes out His breathing rapid and expectant. The victim is on his way On his way to redemption Victim of stupidity and slur. There will be no escape Once bludgeoned...

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It is said and is believed in town, that no one! and Yes! no one lives there, in that spooky thatched house painted brown, should you walk down that dark street, beware! not a single street lamp on at night, council cut power off years ago, on odd nights people have seen some light, softly glowing from chimney above. a raven sits...

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In the languishing life’s listless landscape, the paved path along convolute contours of uncertainty, winds undefined to the fading fringe of time future, beyond the perception of the toiling time present. Away from the throb of the bustling life in galaxy glare, in the somber path the stretched shadows of the past drape the cobblestones with dense darkness, echoing the...

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At the dead-end street or cul-de-sac stands a tall silver lamp pole, And a portable basketball hoop. I wish I could say there lives not a single soul. What if the lamp pole sat on a game board on City property? As fast as this little town is growing, we could play a game of monopoly. A railroad track...

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Entry to John Lawless Dead End Street Poetry Contest 7th November 2023 At the bottom of this here Dead End Street Appropriately named Limbo Purgatory No Mans Land Resides a cemetery In whom one side live and exist in perfect harmony Whereas on the other side the true problem lies With curtains and weapons permanently drawn Is the boundary defining lines between A...

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