Roads

Roads Long are the roads That leads poets to their pens Within traveled journeys Of tears and joyful smiles Dusty pathways Of what should have Or could have been Lies behind footsteps Placed upon the endless miles Dreams laid aside To wonder of what Might have been And yet still waits The road that lies ahead Between the way it was And what is yet to be Calls now the voice That lives Upon the distant wind The journey long   The soul begging To somehow be set free Before the distant tomorrows Calls yet once again To follow Upon poet's page Becomes distance now traveled A new day dawns To find a way to take lifes bet Onward we trudge To face life's uncertainties The future just ahead The past now left Perhaps to regret The heart begs To know what lies ahead   But cannot see The secrets known Only by taking the next step And yet... Still waits the road That lies ahead Aspiring Angel

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

I really enjoyed this angel. Amazing an hits home to the soul of all the poets and poetess alike, you captured a soft spot within this soul of mine with this piece. I don't consider myself a poet but I hear the title of honor all the time. We all are poets at heart. Its the gift of emotions. If we all just listen, we will express that poet's soul that lives in us all.

This was one poem that expresses the nature of a poet. I also like the photo you used. This is me, I can see myself or wish upon myself I was this person in his/hers footsteps walking these paths of nature finding the inspiration for a poem, the inspiration of fall.
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Another summers gone
Autumns fashion of color
falls upon us.

I've been waiting for the time
of love to come
I've been waiting for
the breeze of our sea to come
I've been waiting
among the the northern winds

Only to hear my voice whisper
her name
Looking upon the sounds
of mother nature
seeing her dance among
the leaves of autumn

Arthur Henn

[Rain]

A beautiful job of painting the poets heart, his inner thoughts, his joy and flaws. Rain..

[Michael X]

this is awsome and absolutely encouraging, has inspirational zest filled with
metaphorical perfection, as well as the idea, the meaning of a poet traveling
in way of destiny, walking the path the leads to success, there's much to consider
when reading such subtle profound sentiment, this is touching, i loved it.

[beancountersar]

Very nice touch. The pen has healing power...instead of injecting something into us...we let out the poison, the passion......
Love the song as well!

[Gaiamethod]

Very good and very inspiring. And you're right, we can only know the future path when we have stepped onto it.
As usual gorgeous colours and imagery and a really good ending to the poem.
I love Autumn...