Short Road(A) Poems
Short Road(A) Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Road(A) by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Road(A) by length and keyword.
I once road a bike
I had no tights
Or helmet with a light
I just road my bike
If I road a bike today
I would not wear any tights
That would mean
I was naked
Driving in my blue car.
Sunny day, top is down.
Blue skies above me.
The road a blue ribbon.
Where will the wind blow me?
Music is turned up loud.
Sail ahead on a cloud.
She returned to savor her childhood dreams
the flowers by the brook, the trees by the stream
She found a paved road, a boarded-up cabin
her depth of despair, no developer imagines
If you looked deep
inside your mind,
to somewhere else;
you might just find:
a path that leads to nowhere.
If on this path,
you chose to go;
up the road a ways or so,
you might verily stumble upon:
these fair shores of Albyon.
Form:
Who the owl.
What the volt.
Where the pajamas,
and through the door we bolt...
To find the question worth so asking,
to stump the lie in trail,
let's hit the road a running;
How we get there is in itself another tale.
Form:
Down the old road a lantern turns ash-gray
bulb angled like pendulum
clinging on darkened sill.
With rainfall drowning the fragrance of trees,
my eyes grow weeds as light dims
on rake of brittle thoughts.
Through My Window Contest
18 Jan 14
from Franco Gonza
There are slower vehicles on the road you have passed.
You are moving down this road a bit too fast.
You have had points and moving violations in your past.
The police love to catch speeders like you.
If they suspend your license, what are you going to do?
inspired by another member's poem
Friendship
By Franklin Price
2/11/2018
Friendship, what a concept
A travelled road, a two way street.
A place where life has taken us.
A place to dine, not just to eat.
Chance brought us this friendship,
Some might say 'twas destiny.
I'm so very glad it happened.
Your friendship means so much to me.
ELUSIVE TIME
These days the weather seems colder
And the road a little steeper
The buses seem to go slower
And the school kids look a bit younger
Is it just my memory
Or was it that way last year too?
Next year I’ll try to recall this year
To get a fix on this elusive time.
23 September 2019
Life is like a road, a long road that u take.
When you get at the end of that road the
man up stairs will give you two roads to chose
from, one road is the blue road the other one
is red road. You chose one and that became
your life. The blue one is hell red is heaven
or hell. Life is a long/short road to death
Illuminance in the sea of darkness, I saw
A secluded street light as though,
A beauty saddened in her wait for company,
On the long lone road, a symphony
Of mystery and tranquility
Forever bound in solidarity.
The hands of my watch lie still,
I see a bench longing to feel,
The touch of warmth; I found nothing else
As I sat on that dreadful bench, but myself...
we run off the path, orange dog and I
Some try to get us back on it, but why do they try?
We like running off road, it feels better on our feet
At the end of the road a butcher gives my dog meat.
We run off the path, because we can.
It makes some crazy, especially the garbage man.
He toots his horn and points to the road and I laugh.
No one can tell me where to run like a giraffe.
Down the road a bit
we will understand more about it
The doors will open for us
The carousel of life
continues to turn and
laughter can be heard
in the distance
The secrets of the changing phenomena we see
shall be revealed
The changing tides of fortune
should not deter us
If we hold true
to our course
Then we can laugh together
as we near journey's end
re-post inspired by Nicola's contest
AT THE END OF THE ROAD a question!
where
shall I
wander
whither
with whom
shall
I stay
here
in this
place
all
thought
is free
to me
all
yes all
I see
before
me
here there
beyond
tomorrow
are
dreams
to be
Slang Or common talk
Yay all knows that peoples talk funny
If yous are from the south.
They cut off the lights and jaw jack alls night long.
If youns need to find something.
We cans find it down the road a piece or maybe over yawner.
So if you think I talk funny or in slang.
You alls need to catch the seconds of taters and grits and pig fat.
You alls come back now you hear.
And yes bring granny and the boys well have a shing dig.
Down the street there was a man killed today,
In this house a little boy ran away,
A funny world we live in?
In this alley a gang raped a young teen,
Down this walk way,people never heard the scream,
A funny world we live in?
Under this cardboard a Vietnam vet sleeps,
Down this road a crazed killer creeps,
A funny world we live in?
In this bed a child is born this day,
Do you want him to grow in a world this way?
Not a funny world we live in?
Form:
He passed around his bottle again
For any who entered he called friend
Never a stranger there in the house
Of that joyful man and gentle spouse
People with no names were welcome there
Warm yourself, eat and let your head clear
Move on down the road a better man
Faith renewed that there’s a greater plan
Gone twenty minutes or twenty years
He’d still welcome you home without fear
Share a hug…story…a shot of wine
He was not just a man, but friend for all time
oh my gosh
heavens to betsy and all
it is springtime in december
come one, come all
i immediately make plans to head to the beach
i never thought such a great feeling would be this close in reach
again on the road a travel
no plans but no worries
it not matter if it all will unravel
i will stare at the ocean even in snow flurries
i guess i am yearning for the ultimate alternative vibe
i am being blessed by the Good Lord Above....feeling so alive in the element of my tribe
The road ahead of me I cannot see,
for it is there that I shall go and find my solace.
Alone I walk against this beaten trail that has yet to be finished,
My feet dig deeper into the ground as the trail I blazed dies out,
no room for error but yet mistakes are my shadow that walk with me,
A burden upon humanity I feel, but yet I walk down this road with determination to find my place in time,
no hope for salvation,for I am a forgotten man that walks this road, a lonely road for me...