Route Poems - Poems about Route

en route to Bulgaria

I'm making my way to Bulgaria
I hear their moussaka is ambrosial
I've tasted the Greek moussaka
the one that's made with eggplant

I hear that fancy Djanny Restaurant
of Sunny Beach is Bulgaria's finest
they favour premium potatoes
I bet it'll make it worth the trip

I Flew the International Route

I flew the international route
Had an epiphany, no doubt 
Surrounded, the mix of folks
Of ages, languages, life walks

What if we suddenly can share
One intellection, maybe pair?
A story from a distant nook
Earth’s wisdom, ready for a book

Of money, family and love
Tradition, habit thereof, 
How we can learn, and why we don’t?
Out of indifference, we wouldn’t

This plane,

Daylight Route

“The strange is the inscription on the wall seen by the gifted. It’s the enigma they run from.”
                         - Quote by Poet 

Losing sight of the light,
Encumbered by the night,
The daylight

meet me on Route 66

Running away from dullness
Sneak riding without a helmet
Not caring about state rules
Loving my hair blowing behind me

Traveling west on Route 66
Because it has a lyrical feeling
And it travels through so many states
Wanting to be young one last time

Left my phone at home along with a note
And my pots, pans, and brooms
My husband will not be

The Route

Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let

On Route

When Whitetails are roadkill
someone must hurry
(I presume they hurry),
to pull the carcass off the blacktop.

A dead deer makes quite the road bump.
It's a sobering thought
as I head along the freeway
one late, and teeming night.

The details of sudden death
are so quickly obscured,
blood swiftly swished away
by the hosing storm.

Is there a wreck in a ditch,
shredded rubber, broken

La route

La route, c’est traverser l’Amérique, mille fois,
C’est un idéal, qu’on ne réalise que parce qu’on est en vie,
C’est un rêve qu’on poursuit dans une voiture,
C’est des montagnes qui barrent l’horizon mauve et rose. 
C’est résoudre des équations du troisième et quatrième degré ?

La route c’est l’amour qu’on tient entre ses mains,
C’est des palmiers, qu’on salue

THE SCENIC ROUTE

Wherever you choose to go in life
Wherever you travel about
Whenever you get the chance…
take the scenic route

Try New Route

Temporary loss
Need new plans to avert flaws
To get to the top.

My Escape Route

I am on an Isolated Airline flight, 747
sitting in first class 
with my carry-on bag
Looking out the window 
Viewing the horizon 
Seeing patches of clouds
In the blue sky  
I am on my way to a town called Insanity
To fill my brain with peaceful thoughts
So I won’t go insane
Police can’t haul me to the Garden

Trying to Try a Different Route

When I leave this clinic I must drive north
Not south
South goes past a high school
Which will be letting out upon my arrival

All I need is to be driving in the middle of a bunch of teens
who drive like Indianapolis 500 race car drivers
Playing chicken, honking, flirting,

There is also road construction which means waiting.
I have been

Paul and Silas

It was grim and gloomy 
Devoid of hope for freedom
They were  bound and thrown
Into man’s maximum security 
After severe beating and humiliation 
In utter hopelessness 
But God was still saying something 
And so they did not give in to fear
But chose path of prayer and praise
And God who relishes the praises of His children

The Route To Heaven - Matthew 7: 21

Jesus came to earth full of God's love
but also full of His perfect righteousness
for God's son lived a truly holy life
calling His believers to show His godliness

They are many who call Jesus Lord
thinking their lives have pleased God
but the Lord sees into every heart
knows their every thought even the flawed

God has a gift for a

The Radiant Route

Eventually, love is a hidden treasure
In the deep blue sea of sweet endeavor
Substantially, we are falling into pieces
Once fallen apart as the wind ceases

From blowing its breeze of angst and doubt…
Our friendship bond — we can’t do without…
From Kingdom to Kingdom, we roam in peaceful paradise
We pound each other’s drums and open our eyes
We pound

Route Zero

And you arrive with your pockets dumping lies
Dead butterfly tattoos covering the arms
Finding it modern to spend the night 
playing minecraft and eating french fries

You arrive with your outdated verbs
Your childish behavior
The mouth spews unfunny jokes
because the head is full of herbs

You are not the best what could happen to me
And maybe i'm your worst

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