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

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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Never Was It Right?

Never Was It Right? short poem

Never was it right? Or was it always that we needed to try, for own sake obviously. Was it, that we ever wanted discrimination on the complexion. Or was it that we always needed to try, at the behest of

In The Pale Moonlight

In The Pale Moonlight short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you

Native Of Death

Native Of Death short poem

He had started his own manhunt for an autistic seal for a personal vision in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain. The silent screams against inhuman brutality started coming from underground. A photo montage

The Kiss – Song and Dance

The Kiss   Song and Dance short poem

I said I would dance only if he sings; And he insisted I kiss him – Only then would he sing; I moved closer, His smile widening with every step of mine; He held out his hand – And I

You

You ode

When the roses were dead,night was stormy. Sky was dusky, weather was smoky. Eyes were wet, It was you who light up my world even in the dark. Those broken leaves, barely alive In the old graveyard, ask you to

Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable; he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”. In the instrumental world of music, a

The Letter In Red

The Letter In Red long poem

I lay awake, on my bed one night, Instantly, my room, was filled with light. There stood an Angel, who put a letter in my hand, The writing on this page, I could not understand When I looked back up,

Meme

Meme prose poem

Ideas not people rule the world, competing for supremacy, domination. Conflicting, waring to gain the upper hand, control. Virus like as it spreads through the population Infecting all that come in contact. Ideas are insidious things, once infected nearly impossible

Razor Wire Explains

Razor Wire Explains short poem

Razor wire surrounds the prison, I say,’razor wire, why do you seem so cold and hard? Razor wire exclaims, i wasn’t the one who made me this way.” “why?’ i say, razor wire responds, ” Mortals like you turn beautiful

Be The Change

Be The Change long poem

To be the change, To see your self have no range, Put a step out of the cage And do what ever YOU think is sage. Do it even if people call you selfish, Because you aren’t like them who

A Tumultuous Welcome

A Tumultuous Welcome short poem

Tell me about the bluetoothed man, of his stark naked truth, in toe for a brief pause. The toll was mounting. The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of meanest level to

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers?

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers? short poem

Difficult it was To look into her eyes Without getting mine moist. Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares While bidding adieu. And eyes won’t lie, you know? Eyes, they conceal an ocean Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we

I Tried

I Tried short poem

I didn’t always love you as I do now. I didn’t always listen to you. I didn’t always follow your commands. I went so far as to tell you, “Leave me alone.” I broke promises to you and didn’t always

Rachel Dolezal Ethnic Dilemma

Rachel Dolezal Ethnic Dilemma short poem

When Dr. King said, \”I have a dream that one day our children would be judged by the content of their character not the color of their skin.\” Was the \”our\” he referred to African Americans or all people? If

Pride Of The Nation

Pride Of The Nation short poem

A tie of life full of affection With a common dream for eternal continuation. Building a haven filled with passion Along comes a gift with a task of attention. A pensive journey through the long duration The whole nine months

I V/s We

I V/s We short poem

Cannot decode the signature of fear beneath the huge eyes, serene and calm, darting right and left, like a stricken animal at frenzy. Drift we must; will seldom cross the path. Agony of existence, flying thighs, erect humps, sliding on

Me, An Old House

Me, An Old House short poem

Demolishers descend upon me with chisel and crowbars strike me where I am vulnerable most they look at me with glee deciding which part of me is juiciest out come my doors and windows which lineup with SALE labelled on

The Artist

The Artist short poem

There are no haunted places, Just people haunted by pasts and presents. There is nothing not worth expressing, For no one has lived without falling. Not everyone can dream so celestial, For most people’s understanding is but elliptical. Not everyone

A Beautiful April Morning

A Beautiful April Morning short poem

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

My Love

My Love long poem

My love I saw you and my mind changed I lost words right in your eyes Found love in your eyes You completely turned my words of hatred to that of love You’re my foreign land because every time I

In The Silence Of My Mirror – Part II

In The Silence Of My Mirror   Part II short poem

Longest damn light in the history of the world. Swear it on my ancestors’ graves While gravely observing a world Behind in An elephantine SUV Bearing miles between the inhabitants. He checks his teeth Smooths a frayed brow Spits onto

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha prose poem

I know not whether it was of ginger, berry or bergamot _it was fabric and she wore it instantly like a shimmer_ voluptuous almond ‘vollmond’ of gothic ‘purpur’, voice creature telling glow-in-the-dark lies _beautiful. Entering. Barrel organ unravelled and chimes

The Proposal

The Proposal short poem

The wind blows along the lake’s surface As I begin my descent, in search of a spot…. ..Let’s start from the beginning we’ll get back to that spot A Queen with Goddess and angel like ways Her voice soothes the

Not So Tasty, But Green

Not So Tasty, But Green short poem

Crock-sockers, We ate ’em all Serve no good, Other than to chew the fat, To bake away the day Motivations like that should be cancelled, As most are being paid for productivity, Not only to wear khakis and a crooked