Crossroads Poems

Crossroads poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of crossroads poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on crossroads are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

Life’s Inevitable Crossroads.

Lifes Inevitable Crossroads. short poem

Standing at an inevitable crossroad, with a trail of confusing thoughts, heading on a journey of loneliness, storm clouds gathered around me. Perplexed at the turn of events, tired, helpless yet willing to fight, the hardest phase of life, I

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Nothing Is Set In Stone

Nothing Is Set In Stone long poem

Standing here at the crossroads I can’t help but to feel a little apprehensive About which path I should take but I just Can’t stand here after many mountains, valleys And rivers crossed. I guess it’s just a leap of

Poems containing references to : Crossroads

Ripples Of Life

Ripples Of Life short poem

Life is a journey, Every second a challenge, Along many paths, Never at same crossroads. A moment’s significance, Tiny choices reverberate, Resonating ripple around, In its intensity. Some frozen moments, Hidden in the heart, Sink deep and fall into, The

Soul Melee 2

Soul Melee 2 prose poem

The day cries in stifled agony as the shout of night revellers grow in unified rendition The day ululates with all its might The throat protests, plies at the choking fingers of the dark It is omniscient to the dark,

Rescue your heart

Rescue your heart short poem

Matters of heart Are for it to know only, At crossroads sometimes We are indecisive and lonely. No rescue can redeem What the heart loses after, No stranger can sense The catch in our laughter. Morphed into a weird world

Here I Come, Ready Or Not

Here I Come, Ready Or Not short poem

Days they end and the years may pass, He’s coming soon and He’s coming fast, I reflect on my life and what I might say, Would I be ready to meet my Lord Jesus today? Is my life in order,

The Eclipse

The Eclipse short poem

A dark night to pass by… Or is it a tunnel to eclipse my sky? Is it a pedantic whim … Or a lambent light exists at the brim? Confusion argues in my mind, Am I searching for divine? I

Broken, Dead And Dangerous

Broken, Dead And Dangerous short poem

The dangerous chainsaw of destruction, the damp and musty cemetery of cruelty, the dreaded dead drug of desperation, the dusty dirty crossroads of determination, the hollow eyeball socket of fear, the mysterious lake mist of hatred, the mindless needle of

Flowers

Flowers prose poem

(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on

A Message Of Many

A Message Of Many prose poem

What’s up Peeps how did you sleep? Me, I prayed to The Lord my soul to keep, my sleep was sweet, now ain’t that deep? So if you are not too smart or if you are a brilliant scholar, just

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

Birds

Birds prose poem

(1) She does not really sleep. She stands on the thin space of night, holds trees with her fingers and takes a nap. Sleep for her is a necessary illusion. Illusion, when becomes a necessity, tears anything apart. Here she

Carbon Choking

Carbon Choking short poem

Uninhibited violence. The disappearing she-factor in stem cells at sunset point, which could not collect the evidence.How the tomb-sweeping stopped and candles blown out? This time the thorns were bleeding, flesh was again gone out of sight, and the dark

Lost In Time

Lost In Time short poem

…………………………………………… Kashi haunts me After months. It is not just the picture- The silent Ganga, Ancient town, Relaxed sadhus, A pious brahmin Walking the streets, Radiant calm on his face, Or cows, crowds and crossroads, Or the cremation ghats The

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

The Layman

The Layman prose poem

The Layman (Or: When History Repeats Itself)// By: Fareed Ghanem **** He is a layman, just like a gulp of water from a brook passing here by chance. His features are gratis, his eye-brows a bush of terebinth, furze, chicories

Gifting

Gifting short poem

O viola, go over the grapes and find an ageless green. It is difficult to be born again, undoing death. You swoon at the continuity of crossroads – with blue flags in your bowl. A rosette, without a winner. A

Spinning

Spinning short poem

Waiting for a prickly path at crossroads, where desolation sits in between words and flesh. Hanging shells on windows where light immigrated to prophecies of Buddha.The violence will never end. Can you find some space between the bullets? Between the

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Cutting Heads

Cutting Heads short poem

you’re glad you don’t remember that house in the country with dust falling from the ceiling the bare floorboards a soft-shoe stage a crime scene crossed by dozens of suspects naked and afraid where you’d once been warm now stripped

A Voice From Dadri

A Voice From Dadri long poem

A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room

The Chains That Bind

The Chains That Bind short poem

As a human race, we all wish for one simple thing: Freedom. The freedom to be, The freedom to love, The freedom to be heard. But, from this wish of freedom, we all become slaves. We are bound by the

My Secret Place

My Secret Place long poem

My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call

A Martyr’s Eulogy

A Martyr’s Eulogy elegy

On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The

Lead Me

Lead Me short poem

From the concrete jungle of materialistic pleasures, From the frenzy of amassing futile treasures, From the constant fear of losing or winning, From the endless cycle of falling and sinning, From the darkness of blinding fame, From the mindless, cut

Without You

Without You short poem

It has been so long So many years That I haven’t seen you My heart craves for your presence, for your love At night I don’t count the stars I just look at them Because they look beautiful and they

A Life Worth Living

A Life Worth Living prose poem

What the human mind can conjure.There is a Creator, in my mind there is no doubt. To some degree I can know a man’s mind, but the Creator’s mind is beyond mine to know. There are charlatans amongst us who’ll

Mutual Divine Love

Mutual Divine Love short poem

When your hot breath passes through warmth of my breath an amazing heat is born from the burning volcano of love that generates a new energy for two hearts to board a ship of love-dreams When my thirsty eyes peep

Look to Behold

Look to Behold short poem

A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost

Burns Of Hatred

Burns Of Hatred short poem

You put up a price on all the gifted items. I was not ready to pay back in dreams. Wanted to tell you without telling. Lips to lips we talk of a stillborn space which does not crack. Betraying the

Wait, Shall We?

Wait, Shall We? short poem

Wait for the clock to strike time wait for the right time to set it right no one can see where you are headed no one really cares as well it is your life, your choice, your path remember time

Outside The Snow

Outside The Snow prose poem

Breath on my window silently screaming out for a certain Scorpio but it’s like you’ve just disappeared, like a ghost in the blinding snow, the fire here inside is warm but I feel a chill craving your hot, hot lovin’,

Recall

Recall short poem

The men were pulled out from homes, died on road, burned to bones and ashes. At the behest of tall, unforgiving state. Compulsion of armchair and mansion distorts, the regrets of centuries. The stones, blameless flowers, spurting blood do not

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is

Farewell

Farewell prose poem

February, had just bid farewell to its 29th day, Knowing that it won’t see it for next four years And that’s why I guess the night seemed a bit longer And silent, and calm, and the wind chose to lazily

A Beautiful Affair

A Beautiful Affair short poem

Nordic sky, Gypsy drives, Wind in my eyes, Makes me smile. Watery ice, Melts away, The fear of not, Surviving my tears. Golden glow, Stroking my hair, Telling me, Life is indeed, A beautiful affair.

“Perfect Strangers”

Perfect Strangers short poem

She knows That he knows That she knows He watches her! His silent eyes With a tip-off arrogance Makes him one of a kind. Her soothing smile With a pinch of grieve Sticks her out in a mile. A vain

Bless This Mess

Bless This Mess short poem

I’m no fun anymore, Not to be with or even around, I bitch-spewing hate is my second Favorite thing to do, Only topped by drinking, Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, And I like dim places where the outlook is Bleak,

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Unloosing

Unloosing short poem

Maligned, the space between us lets go the mammary a flame scoops up the void, we speak no names, I carry you in my skinned arms to the weeds for seminal mutability; shipwrecked, i fear of depth turbulence, I will

Voice Of Intuition

Voice Of Intuition short poem

Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.

Conflicted Love

Conflicted Love prose poem

Conflicted I tried, to comfort, reassure myself, I did not lose, gain knowledge. Yet the sorrow within says differently. This was not love, but dislike for me. Not that it was my reflection, actions of others, my heart tells a