Related quotes: Strange is it not That...

Strange is it not That of the myriads who before us pass'd the Door of darkness through, not one returns to tell us of the Road, which to discover, we must travel to.

quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian

Related quotes

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.

quote by Edward Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

quote by Horace
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Around The Soul Sit nature

Around the soul sit nature
To be able to remain
Also to suffer
The fixed side of
The passenger man
What route
This strange pair travel
What waits
At the road’s end
Who is the master
Who to conquer
Side by side they travel
In the small quarter of a car
Pass towns and brave valleys
In the emptiness of a heart
Side by side pass trains of thoughts
Treatment of misfortune fought against itself
And pass land witnessing it’s lost of treasure
Which will be the first to tremble
At the subject of this theatre

poem by David E. Patton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Hard Road

(h. vanda / g. young)
My mama n papa told me son that youre just a fool
When I told em I was leaving home I was leaving school
So then in a couple of hours I found myself
Heading down that southbound road
With everything I owned on my back
I carried such a heavy load
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line
Well I wanna tell ya friends
That its good to be a traveling man
cause Im doing what I want to
Living just the best that I can
Nobody putting rings around my neck
To put me in a pigeon hole
Ive got my dog and my radio
To listen to some rock n roll
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line

song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Since You Are Gone

Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
and words that are the same now have a different sound
-and-
sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Since you are gone the path seems steeper still
there seems to be more brambles on our hill
More birds that do not sing
more incests that do sting

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
-and-
Words that are the same

Now have a different sound
-and-
Sharp and clear in early dawn

There is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Palling winds, blow softly now, I dread
foreboding echos lament beside my bed
How soon the embers glow is lost-
how soon the darkness comes and frost

And sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone-
Since you are gone

There is a road I cannot travel on

poem by Isabelle Cooper
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Road I Travel

The road I travel is windy and unsafe
Filled with road blocks and things to slow me down
Constantly seeing a stop sign
One day the signal will turn green and I will push my foot on the gas

For now my safest way to travel is on the highway
Very little stops
Only a straight path to keep going
There is room to be both slow and causious and fast and furious
Depending on the day and what obstacle I face will dictate my speed and my destiny

As I travel the highway I see nothing but black top
It is just me and nothing but road to travel
Needing to realize that there are so many paths to choose
I am my own destination
But for now the road I travel on is windy and unsafe and filled with road blocks

poem by Anne Jones
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Road Never To Be Taken

I stand by a descending road
That runs down to some dark woods unseen before
And I see no other pedestrian passing by.

As I look on I see a few foot prints running down
None returning from there though.
I stand confounded and confined there.

I have just come out only a few yards
And none knows whether I have come out of my home at all.
Many think I am inside it lost in slumber.

The road is not that easy to travel
Though I can`t sleep like ever before.
They think I ever sleep and never travel.

The dark woods let out a strange cry.
It reaches the skies and reverberates unto my ears
And I begin to retreat.

The ghost of the lucky poet haunts me
As I can never tell the story of the road not taken.
My road was laid by someone cruel!

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Come Down This Road

Past this place in the road,
You shall see many people carying great load,
You may think to help, or just pass by,
It is up to you to know why.
Why you pass, why you stay,
But, caeful, from this road do not stray.
They shall show you how to learn how to know.
Some shall have their load taken, yet some shall never go,
The pain of it, the pain of trying.
Yet none shall know what it's like to be dying,
The laod shall never be gone, yet it could be lifted.
Each is different, each is gifted,
To your mind it is a burden, to your sould it is a part of you
You can not trade, for your soul is who you are, you can't start new.
As you travel down this road you will see,
That where it ends,
is eternity.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

These Roads

Walking thru these streets
meeting crossroads of hope and some of loss
will i take the right road
will i venture into the curves and bumps carved into the foundation formed from years of repetitive travel
I am not the only one who travels these roads
passing by with tears in their eyes are ones who travel with hope in their hearts to find that glimpse of happiness and sanity in for which they look
I must indure my sentance of weary travel
my friend we shall not travel this road alone
take my hand for we shall walk this road together till we reach the end.

poem by Amanda Testino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Traveler And The Road

I conversed with d road one day,
and it sang to me strange songs,,
''I am slave of none..
yet ruled by everyone..
I reside in no country..
i belong to no colour,,,
for I wear soil, rain and nature..
for I am an apparel of air..
And if you are a traveler..
I am your travel...
If you are a lover..
I am your company,,
If you are accompanied, I am your lover..
Many travel and reach destiny..
But blessed are those who travel and reach and find only me...

poem by Aman Saa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

These Roads

poem by Amanda Marie Testino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

It's A Hard Road

I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
The wheels start to turn
My worries are gone
I have lots to learn
About the trail that I'm on
As I look around
I see my new friend
I know I am bound
To travel till the end

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

The train it did slow
I'm in a new place
The moonlight does glow
On my tired face
It's time for me
To try and find a bed
It's time for me
To rest my weary head
Morning is here
There's sorting to do
I'll sound sincere
With my goodbye to you

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

It's time to move away
I'm not satisfied
I've spent many a day
Finding a place to reside
There's a town on my mind
It's just down the track
No need to find
A way to get back
The train I will get
Sitting at the station
The future is set
I feel anticipation

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

poem by Liam Hughes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Strange Words Travel by Tongue

Strange Words Travel by Tongue
by Alex Lewis

Strange words travel by tongue
A lesson learnt at young.
If this is how strange words fly,
Then how do normal ones travel by?
By plane? By boat?
By horse? By goat?
By ear? By eye?
By ground? By sky?
Unless, all words are strange.
Thus, shortening the range
Of good and bad.
Of sane and mad.
Of old and young.
All words travel by tongue.

poem by Alex Lewis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Every Road Leads Me Back To You

Every road leads me back to you.
My destiny is mapped out
for every step I take
and every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Some are guided by the morning sun,
some by the moon and stars at night,
but every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Our home maybe far away
in the snow tipped mountaintops
or under the big city lights.
It does not matter where it lies,
every road I take the end will be the same,
for every road leads me back to you,
and you are there to shelter me
from any given storm.
You lead me away from temptations
that plague my life.
You are always there
when my foes I have to fight.
Each night when I am weary
tis, you I come to at night,
for every road I travel, Lord
always leads me back to you
for my faith to be renewed.

11 August 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

We May Miss

In life, we travel many roads,
some with a point of no return.
We seek to find our dreams
stashed away in a cul-de-sac,
and if we hurry pass
we miss them along the way.

We must take our time
with every road we travel,
take in all that is there,
because if we don’t
we may miss
the greatest treasure there.

10 April 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Song: The Road to Nowhere

To travel the road to nowhere.
The soul's dark amazon.
Eternal peace is anywhere,
the mind might set upon.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To know you're really gone.
And when you finally get there,
to find your god is Ron.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
There's something in the dark.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that leaves a lasting mark.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
Old secrets gather dust.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that reeks decay and must.

To travel the road to nowhere.
Reading signposts from beyond.
As self-deceit completes defeat,
a cold ghost light is shone,
on Ron. On Ron.

He learned to sham at his father's knee.
He knew the power of story.
He lived by lies and fantasies,
and dreamed of fame and glory.

So travel the road but beware,
for he drew an arcane map.
His weak and dismal followers,
could see no fatal trap.

But in his inner circle,
his worth would soon reveal.
To those that rail and cavil,
he'd crush beneath his heel.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
The sweetest scent of musk.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
as warm and moist as lust.

To travel the road to nowhere.
It's not the smoothest ride.
To have all faith you must defer,
to a self-referring guide.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To avoid the rush and throng.
Unravel in the space of somewhere,
and sing a specious song.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
It's got an evil breath.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that toys with fear and death.

To travel the road to nowhere.
And wield your magic wand.
A shuffling prisoner of despair,
when fragile hopes abscond.

To travel the road to nowhere.
A funeral dress you don.
All truth is moulded out there,
like a Sci-Fi writer's con.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
You hear it scratch and whine.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
both bedevilled and divine.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To follow a different sun.
To travel the road with due care,
not to end as you begun.

To travel the road to nowhere,
to life's grim denouement.
Be sighted by the cross hairs,
released from earthly bond.

To travel the road to nowhere.
Your face is drawn and wan.
Your self-belief masks hidden grief,
while the thief of time moves on.

poem by David SmithWhite
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Travel Mode

I went to Wal Mart this morning
My very favorite store
I looked around the parking lot
Before I went through the door

There were semi’s parked there
And many travel trailers as well
Motor homes pulled in for the night
By the time the darkness fell

My heart started beating fast
But it’ll be next year before I can load
My 33’ trailer for another vacation
And get back into the travel mode!

poem by Marilyn Lott
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Get to Stepping and Adventure Your Life

Travel on!
My brothers.
Travel on...
My sisters, fathers, mothers.
And others who recover,
From disturbance they discover.

Travel on...
All you people under steeples,
Who can not get off your knees.
As your backs are burden with such guilt,
To plead forgiveness endlessly.

Travel on...
To see your life as it should be.
Unlimited with happiness!
Believe it and receive.