Roads Poems - Poems about Roads

We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme, as through obscuring fog we strain to see two well worn roads on the landscape of time. One leads through the mist of what's yet to be, revealing lofty mountains we will climb, and a grown prince and princess, you and me. Images, sometimes false and sometimes true, we discern what will...

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Dusty roads take me out To the furthest reaches - To places not thought of Way off highway stretches - To the rocky vales where A lonely thrasher calls And scarcely people hear His excitable songs - To where a streamlet flows - Whatever it be named - Where a...

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The main road lies dormant, its houses seemingly asleep. But at 6 a.m., life bursts forth in a flurry of activity. The heavy traffic that streams towards Jack in the Box Gully is relentless, a so-called alternative route. No rest for the weary, as the relentless tempo of modern life takes its toll. Balance seems irrelevant,...

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Dust on my boots, sun in my eyes, Rollin’ down a road where freedom flies. Fields of gold, wind hums a tune, Sky so wide, it swallows the moon. Country roads, take me home, Where the river sings and the tall pines roam. Rolling hills, a southern breeze, Ain't no place I'd rather be. Mama’s voice calls soft and sweet, Dinner’s on, and the...

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It’s always been a dream of mine To walk down country roads with you With sunshine on my shoulders back home again to what I knew I grew up in the mountains The Rocky Mountains high Where every day was diamond Neath the wide Montana sky We all would visit grandma In a much loved old homestead Where grandpa played his old guitar To...

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Two friends converge along life's stormy road as destiny is whispering in their ears, "Don't wander past this gift I have bestowed, the love that you've been seeking all these years." They halt within their tracks and contemplate upon the voice and what they hear it say. It softly tells them of that one soul...

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Roads When it was over we had to go. There was no turning back and for a brief moment there was a void between the past and the future. Our paths lay before us as many long roads each demanding a choice Some knew exactly where they wanted to go, some had no idea Some went where they were...

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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….” Robert, You let the split remain unresolved, and while we stand in awe, staring at your crossroads etched in gold and shadow, do you ever wonder what lay beyond the path you did not take? Even though you say, “I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.” Did the road arch upward, an unfamiliar melody...

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Both roads, they misled, cloaked in the form of fate, as if one choice could somehow surpass the other. The leaves appeared pristine, but isn’t that the trick? Paths aren’t formed by feet, but by the burden of all we bear. So I chuckled and roamed through, crushing the underbrush that had the nerve to remain neutral. There, I saw nothing special in...

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The civilization of askers Waits in the world of deciders The queues tend to go faster The lost need to find their finders Any road needs an excavation Some fenced pits of debris What looks clean needs contamination Regardless if some may disagree I need to take my annual tests Maybe I’ll get new prescriptions I won’t mind to get more rest Can’t give...

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There's always another tale to be told Other reports that are yet to unfold Moving past edited headlines in bold Maybe in small print or lost in the fold Ordinary tales left out in the cold Rainbows that never quite led to the gold Roads to where real life is trafficked and sold Ordinary people the tales we hold Watching the looking...

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She pampered and adored me from the start, A radiant beauty, rare and a work of art. Sought after by many for her brilliant shine, I envied those wild watching  her acts, Yet, a hapless poet, I offered her my heart So rich and pure , a love that would never diminish , Lost in the race  I held on...

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My father always said Take the straightest route It is always the safest way to go Trod by all sensible people I found that yes, it may be safe And well trodden by everyone else The most beautiful scenery And the most interesting people Are always on the side roads Waiting for the people who are like them Those special ones who take detours in...

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lonely country roads winding through back hills leading into unknown towns...

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Lord, which road should I take? They look equally appealing. I have a hard choice to make. From where I stand, both ways appear to be unmarred and grand! I cry, “With doubt, I’ve sparred!” Sigh! Lord, which road should I take? Both ways appear to be unmarred. Sigh! ...

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