Junction Poems | Examples

Backwater Junction

Backwater junction in a backwoods town
Rusty and creepier than a carnival clown
Timber rattlesnakes hide their slanted eyes
No one visits this woodpile, no big surprise

Inspector Amy Scott hero of Bondi Junction

Saturday afternoon at the shops
Families together laughing and loving a lot 
Then evil came with deadly intent
Joel Cauci stalked them with his knife bent

Inspector Amy Scott took the call that day
A stabbing in Bondi Junction where she booked away
She ran to danger in brave duty then
Not knowing how the day would end

She confronted Cauci who killed and maimed
And shouted drop the knife she did exclaim
But he continued to threaten her
So she shot him negating any further evil to occur

There were six people dead at his hand
And another eight injured in Cauci’s deadly stand
So we hail Inspector Amy Scott bravery
Hero of Bondi Junction that day we see.

© Paul Warren Poetry

The Junction of No Return

The junction of no return
Hi brother if you tell her you love her 
Mean it show it give it 
So many words are better said 
Than actions instead 
This day In our generation 
We always say this and do that 
Is obvious the women are giving up 
No wonder the increase of single mothers
So if you tell her you love her 
Mean it show it give it 
Don't be a heart breaker 
Don't be one of the reason she cries in pain 
Don't take her love for Granted
Cos when she gives up on you 
And you suddenly see her gone 
Sorry you got her to 
The junction of no return 



The junction of no return
Hello sweet sisters 
If you tell him you love him 
Don't play with his heart 
Don't cheat on him 
Don't let him down alone
Build with him 
Grow with him 
Show him you are a woman of virtue
Respect him all the time 
Let him feel all he ever needed in a woman in you
So if you ever tell him you love him 
Mean it show it give it 
Grow your intimacy with him
Let him feel like a man 
And never touch his ego 
If truly you love him 
A man need respect
So give it to him or take him to 
The junction of no return

Disfunction Junction

pressed beyond the point of break,
with no known destination,
the last word left the station,
trailing silence in its wake…

Flood Matter To the Food Panel

Soon, they shall flood matters channel
To the formed five-man panel:
East Town's urgent need of good spade
That shall into big waters wade
And arrange useful bridge,
As one drowns and next is the fridge.

East's Generator to suck flood 
Like mosquitoes would sleepers' blood
No Government's fast attention,
A sad picture's odd retention
Yes, pavements, too, at the junctions
Waters there need interruptions...

East's flood zones to face big tunnels
Or if you wish Trillion funnels

Love and Poetry Inseparable Forever

Love and poetry, inseparable siamese sisters ever

Love and Poetry Precious Labor

love is superior labor,
In my poetry I predict
I'm sure what I affirm simply
in abundant  pureness  flavor
  with strong whirlwind of love actions 
My poetry so rich of rhymes
as my  clear writing indicates
have all inspiration in faith
to promote peace is  my duty
poetry is loving  junction

Forked Junction

Lately a person begins to read between the lines 
how a network of human beings devalue another's worth 
battered and bruised internally exhausted at times 
they make you invisible shying away from the truth 
To hurt someone that only wishes to speak and correct wrong 
a violent nature lacks any respect to honour Justice correctly
certain groups have become hostile to straight talkers even violent 
Charity cases crying over sin and vices to be accepted as normal 
to carve the hammer into words etched on stone cold laid facts face 
The bully is enslaved by their desire to overturn God 
burning hate pretends to be polite sticking the dagger in 
lacking innocence it poisons the purity in defence 
You can be a murderer butchering defenceless beings 
but you can't be seen to pray without being insulted

At the Junction of Hope and Despair

At the desert junction
        of hope and despair
     We scanned the horizon
        to seek passage there

     Yet just when despair
       loomed ahead in the sand
     Emerged hope, our oasis
       on a prayer's caravan

Grand Junction, Co 12-3-18

. for public domain

We are well into December,
each birdbath crests a mound of snow,
new flakes creep down Winter's sky.
I draw a slow breath. The air bites cold.

Security lights illuminate
the lawn trees white crusted bare branches,
alleyways are free of traffic,
no steps lead to vagrant ranches.

On this three AM Monday morning,
time passes peaceful and fair.
Birds and transients will pipe with dawn,
enduring a cold day to bare.

Above the Junction

R-ain 
H-as been 
E-vaded, 
E-arly beacon 
N-ow begins to rise above the junction. 

Topic: Birthday of Rheen Besa (April 9) 
Form: Acrostic Tetractys

Apparent Junction

R-ound earth and blue sky 
M-eet at the wide horizon, 
B-oth are beautiful. 






Topic: Birthday of Ruby M. Bongcay (March 18) 
Form: Acrostic Haiku

Back That Trash Up Junction

back that trash up 
it smells
its stinks 
it makes your eyes
watery and blink 
so back that trash 
the hell-on-up  
and there won't be a mess-up 
so lets send it all the way to hell 
lock it up in funky jail
kick its stinky butt to the curb  
knock the funk right on its head 
give the place 
some much appreciated liberty needed fresh class

The Junction

The softest of skins
Your hand reaches towards mine
The junction of lust

Juiced Junction

Lusty two hearts
in the crimsoning tranquil eve
The lulling gentle breeze
coupled their juicy lips.
 
Playing with their tongues 
that sweetened the taste
Was blitzed deeply
untill they imbibed their sensuality.
 
Spur with the slurp
and fastening warm aroma of their breaths
choired with their dewed jucicy lips
Excrement drunk like intimated beverage.

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