Up The Road Poems - Poems about Up The Road

She kept walking—until emotions burst. Weeping, she cried out in a public space, Where no one cared enough to stop or see The woman breaking at the corner of the road. In her sobs, a memory returned: A voice, a message— New beginnings, And a man who stood like a torch of light In the dim glow of night. But greed mocked her, And laughter...

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1969 WAS A HORRID TIME IN CHICAGO MARTIN LUTHER KING WAS KILLED CHURCHES LOOTING CHICAGO WAS LITERALLY BURNING DOWN ESPECIALLY THE WEST SIDE GANGS CONTROLLING THE STREETS SINCE JEFF FORT LOST THE GOVERMENT FUNDING FOR CITY YOUTH PROGRAMS BECAUSE HE WAS FUNDING THE GANGS BLACK SOULS SO YES BETWEEN HIM LARRY HOOVER BLACK PANTHERS CIVIL...

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A gaslit street of cobblestone The horse-drawn carriage faintly moans A snowstorm quickens the traveler groans The road ahead ...

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Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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Today I’m grateful for understanding no matter what comes our way… our happiness depends on how we deal with those inevitable bumps in the road along the way. ...

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I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure, And I ventured on the wings of the unknown, through deserts scorched by the blazing sun. I traveled through the endless fields of secret dreams, where the horizon whispers secrets, I wanted to discover what the world hides beneath its veil of...

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They dressed me up in tinsel and lametta I recall stood me in a corner not as a wallflower I was the belle of the ball but now my needles shedding the moment I've been dreading limp lonely forgotten neglected not long before I'm ejected and two weeks later here am I a sad and sorry sight to behold enough to make one cry discarded by the...

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Let’s get this show on the road, The car's still empty and we can't seem to load Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games, Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names. I want to get to the airport, I want to be clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real, My...

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The road drones as I run away, one eye ahead, one on the rearview. I squint and strain, blue-white beams on my tail. Twin beams, staring, keeping distant pace. You say, "It's been five years and we barely know each other." My pointed tongue and its egalitarian wit shot back, "Well, that's half my fault and half yours, dear." "Half yours" second...

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Black top was miles and miles away Dirt road as far as you could see The future just a minute away Was everything you wanted it to be Taking our time but not slowing down Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground Up with the sun, chasing the moon around Dirt road living with a real country sound The black top...

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Drop a plumb line from crown to root This corresponds to the central vein Staff of power, the rod of initiation For pure childlike hearts free from stain Divine magnetism prefers this route It is the direct expressway to heaven The path appears when we walk upon it Bypassing the body chakras seven...

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Inspired by The Beatles song “Let It be” **************************************************************** ...

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Rock bottom is a dark lonely place One people will pray to never see It's overflowing with the lowest lows Reminding you of a life full of misery The select few who are exiled there Forced to travel God's forsaken road alone With potholes of pain and lanes of loneliness This road is where desperation is...

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Too much pain wrestles in my dark, forcing limps that stifle my spark. Trekking "the long and winding road," I seek You for a faith reload. Praising Your road paved with faith's seed, I will find where pain does recede. ...

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