Short Dead End Poems
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Dead-end streets are all the ways that lead to evil's residence!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2016
Facing hard truths
about my failed beginnings
dead-end relationships
deep thoughts
so dark that
I wish they would stay buried
You know a cellphone discharges
Electric cars swamp like barges!
You can't make a case
For drivers who face
Assault a battery charges!
Walking in circles
Of depression
Silence the ever present killer
On the cul du sac
Of life
Inspired by the Rat Pack
Wanna hang ?
-I might go ,
Busted car
-Still there’s hope
50/50
-I don’t know ...
Meet my crib
-Try once more
Jumping bones ?
-No señor!
Do stop your moaning, for Heaven's Sake!
You're not the first to bellyache!
You can scowl, growl, or howl
Or throw in the towel
But no one can go to your Wake!
unsolved riddles trap
clueless thoughts in maze of mind-
way out is dead end
Dated 28th January 2020
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Contest Name Senryu on Mind
once again
came to a
dead-end
street
no exit point
exists
no means
of escape
no way out
of this present
situation
that we find
ourselves living
gonna drive this road
until it dead ends
look 'round every corner
see 'round every bend
find a way back
the fences I'll mend
drive this road
until it dead ends
Life ground to a halt
living down a dead end street
where there's no sunlight
and shadows of doubt linger...
Till your love blew them away.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Allow me another moment,
A moment in your nostalgia,
The moment that stretches to eternity.
Allow me another mile,
A mile by your side,
The mile that transcends the dead-end.
There is nowhere to go
Life like a maze
Almost every turn a dead end
Is there no way out
Why am I here
The lowest level of hell
I'm cold and numb
I can't find my way back
Lost
Why is everything is as it is?
Why not a black-n-white rainbow?
Why not a stairway to hell?
Why death, when living is worse?
Dark alleys in my heart lead to a dead end
I search on.
A deeply shaded dead end dirt road, the trees hang low and heavy, swallowing the road behind and shortening the distance ahead; without a trace, car and all, he disappeared into the wood.
Poetry fails
when forced to explain
A dead-end street
with little to gain
Stripped of meaning,
one proffer to name
Magic and wonder
dead,
self-proclaimed
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Brooding in the uncertain footpath
A new slant is not seen nearly
Holding back to think clearly
Which steps to follow next
Dwelling in a bleak
Dead end tunnel
Hoping to
See the
Light
2-15-2016
An open path
to a closed door
With a heavy lock
A dead end
A new beginning
A heart
that had fallen
jumped
The heavy door
no more than
a handle
That need not
turn
and
the door
that had
never closed
opened
Form:
I find myself at a cross road.
Which way should I go?
To my left is uncertainty.
To my right is a dead end.
So I'm stuck and I can't move.
I have no choice but to exit UP
My private jet is on the way
Goodbye my friends.
Lost in a ditch
on the highway
of life
A change
came upon him
from darkness to light
That dead end
Apostle
arose and broke free
Remanding
his spirit
— at last unto Thee
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)
If you are wandering into a dead end street
All out of hope
No one to guide you
Let your instinct take whole
A spirit will complete you when you allow
So if you don't have a clue who it is
Just be greatfull and take the bow
Form:
Scars
Cartography of pain
An indelible portrait
Limned by the woes of yesterday
That made our hearts bleed
& feckly dead-end the flames of hope in us.
But they’re beautiful
Because they remind us of the heroes we are.
On a grave two birds alight;
Ravens both, black as night.
To a tell-tale heart no longer beating,
"Nevermore" they keep repeating.
The demons claim the body below;
For here lies Edgar Allan Poe.
Janece Terry
September 28, 2019
staring at the wall
tears run down my face.
no one understands
while im staring into space.
My life feels out of place.
I cant explain the feeling
but it shows in what i write.
all thats in my future
is a dead end thats in sight.
Dead end plight
Nothing of anything is nowhere in sight
Emptiness funnels from days into nights
Change is frozen, darkness fragments the light
Limbs are splayed and bound too tight
Senses are closed, only time is left to fight
May 2017
Fiery embers bright as the sun,
interwoven with darkness-
realizing the abyss will overwhelm-
everyone meets the dead end.
Deadly flickers with a chance-
youthful, vibrant, snap-
incoming crackle-
neglected fuel-
gives way to empty dreams.