Roadkill Poems - Poems about Roadkill

Roadkill

I am a roadkill.

I had almost crossed the road when a bike hit me. I fell and he drove over my face before I realized what happened.

The left side of my face was completely crushed. I lay there bleeding. I wanted to see my mother one last time. 

I knew I wasn't getting help. I

On walks, my dog loves to sniff death and decay

On walks, my dog loves to sniff death and decay,
and never seems to ponder ~
how things got to be this way.

Roadkill

No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me.

   No one knows my heart is an open road

No one knows the sound I softly whine

  But I do. I do.


I will wake today and carry my body

     I will wake today and carry my bones

I will tread until

too much roadkill

Splattered scattered parts 
unidentified bodies 
dog rabbit or deer

Dead Skunk Season

Watch your eyes to the road and the view
but hold your nose over the next hill.
A skunk is dead on the side of the road
the kill is not fresh, but three days old.
The stink of the kill lingers on and on
a smell so bad that needs to be gone.
Then seven more miles down the same

Roadkill

He hears again
the far-off jiggling of keys,
the throaty cough of ignition,
recalls strafing lights
on a night-blurred road.

Moths, like pale flowers,
crash against the windscreen.
Over-reaching branches
whip back and forth, warping
a transfixed retina.

A gritty sleet, then,
the bloodied head, the matted fur,
the flaying shanks;
a frozen shock laid bare.

Returning to the garage,
warm metal ticks,
he stares at a dark windscreen,
the dead
spread across

Vibrationary Roadkill High Beam

"Vibrationary Roadkill High Beam "  

You look at a screen,
it’s like you’re driving
you know, full speed, 
there you are planted 

firmly 
behind the wheel,

the windscreen wipers 
are swiping bugs and crap 
off the page and there 
for once in your life, 

you focus
full beam on

driving down a dark road
praying the ghouls, like deer,
will wander

Roadkill

At a checkpoint sits a four-door sedan, brown paint faded by years of unremitting sun, pitted by hundreds of sandstorms. Only bullet holes exposing fresh metal and the still-inflated tires are new.

Inside, four crimson-splattered corpses: father at the wheel, forced against the seatback by the impact of tens of bullets, his eyes still fixed on

Roadkill and the 3 Fates

"Road Kill and the 3 Fates"



Daughters of Nyx
the sisters 


Stand strong together
when darkness
feigns innocence
next to the forgotten
Road Kill

Nyx becomes Themis
a memory 
infiltrates the mind
prompting the true law
and order of things

Backwards towards
a beginning
Inside resides 
the female Titan
somewhere winning

Collecting the threads
of each life enlightening
the golden chords copacetic
the beginning chapters 
come in far too late

back to front

Road Kill

Imminent Roadkill

Most police officers 
are genuinely good, decent people. 
I know that. Deep down, we all know that.
Unfortunately, though, the bad apples 
among them have tainted
their reputation beyond repair.

It's no secret these "bad apples, "
mostly Caucasian and racist
---might as well call a spade a spade!---
have it out for people that look just like me.
Black men are

Roadkill

Middle of the road,
or somewhere in between,
Over and beyond,
is where I should’ve been,
Living in the undergrowth 
Staying more or less unseen 
Now a piece of roadkill,  
belly up hasbeen. 
As you drive on by,
Spare a thought for me.

Stuck to the highway,
baking in the sun,
Flies all around me, 
least they’re having fun,
Getting flatter by the

Roadkill

Used to be king of the hill now on a bunch damn pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then look like roadkill

Roadkill

A few obstacles on my path tried to Leave me as roadkill
Living a nightmare, Tragedies of my past replay, but I won't squeal
Depression beating me, telling me I won't heal
A few obstacles on my path tried to leave me as roadkill

Traveling down the darkest roads, I can't see a thing
a regular guy, who's on his

Roadkill Vittles

Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill

From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches 
On this finest of dining

Call us the critter getters 
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that

From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next

We'll

Roadkill

She begged him not to go that night,
we'll survive love, we can find a way
but if you must go, please tell me love,
you'll promise to avoid the lights

The forest was their home, their world
they knew each tree, each hump and hollow
they'd always lived there safe and sound
til the long hard strip unfurled 

It came one

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