Dead End Poems - Poems about Dead End

The echo of the hollow the emptiness of distress The guilty pointed finger of a calculated guess The dust left unattended leaves such a filthy mess When it settles on the hollow of all the emptiness The fire and the flicker and the ever burning flame The color rogue on a cheek brightened by the shame The tragedy embroidered and pictured...

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A random road wanders across the desert as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun nary a sound can be heard, save for the whipping wind and clicks of insects. The yawning horizon stretches out reaching towards a vast, expansive sea its crystalline beauty is but a deceptive liar for death surrounds her ever lapping shores. Almost uninhabitable she is like a...

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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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And there you sit - contemplating a word, the other one wrote that you read, that they - had the courage to throw into the ring the choice to take one’s own; many times that thought arrived in your own time, it came and went turned around it came and went lingering cajoling ever present what then? the world abruptly left, those behind falling into ruins never to be peaced...

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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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In the darkness, all birds and bees and all angels here lie asleep. The twinkling stars look down bemoaning my plight, they frown Over the Panther that crawls above As black as night, upon the wall she prowls. Just above my grip, on the sewage pipe, The viper, the villains twisting my plight. Into the list adds the third, My anxieties, awake and...

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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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we could pound our perspectives as flat as a...

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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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