My Destination
The distance is not so far
Time is very short
It has to be utilized properly
My journey takes me to my destination
The world knows my destination
In a few seconds
In a few minutes
In a few hours
In a few days
In a few months
In a few years....
In every moment my journey takes me to my destination
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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My Destination
And
Feelin the way I do
Wouldnt last a mile without you
When Im losin the way, the things that you say
Take me there
My destination
My destination
Is by your side
Right by your side
And i
Ive taken so long, I know
Never had so far to go
Its not where you can be, its what you can see
That takes you there
Your destination
Your destination
Its here inside, right here inside
(scholz)
song performed by by Boston
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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Perpetual Journey
It came in a dream
-the journey never lasts forever-
It was borne by a dream
- every road has its destination -
A road less traveled
seems the most arduous road of all.
A journey unplanned the most animated
- ensuing a distant call -
brought on by their thoughts, their longings, hopes - their fate.
Their destination already in mind’s eye
possessions sold for attaining a distant goal
not knowing whether submission merits attainment.
A leper reaching for Olympic gold.
Still - the uncertainty of what the future holds
turns routine to adventure
obligation to favor
exploring together the reason for being in unison:
Bridges crossed never are burned
always having a safe retreat
Springs drank from always left to replenish
an abundance to drown in on defeat.
Traveling
A road leading in on itself
a journey prolonged excessively
a journey in itself justifying the destination
the journey ultimately being the destination
Till then being cold feet on hard pavement
seeking hold on the tunneled gloom of desolate track
yet being at peace and contented
showering the journey with roses
reliving every moment whether grievous or elated
poem by Johan Venter
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Destination Unknown
Im getting outta here cause theres too many complications
Yeah Im getting outta here dont get driven any information
And if they ask you for a number to call just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
If anybody wants me just say you dont know the address
Cause Ive had enough of the confusion and the madness
And should anybody ever try to stall, just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Loneliness of the Soul
Loneliness of the soul is a journey without a destination
A journey that one takes alone no hand to hold
Walking her distance but nothing in sight
You see her horizon yet it’s untouchable
Loneliness of the soul is like the ocean
Blue and beckoning deceptively comforting
Calm yet a torrent rages beneath her cool surface
You see her horizon yet it’s unreachable
poem by Lilac Wine
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Awakening Means....
awakening means....
i can hear you!
i can see you!
i can taste you!
i can feel you!
i breathe in our suffering,
i breathe out our freedom.
awakening means...
no need for a name!
no need for possessions.
no need to conquer!
no need to convert!
i breathe in our humanity,
i breathe out our equality.
awakening means....
i cannot help but care!
i am already involved.
i am immersed and drenched.
i have countless forms.
i breathe in our common labor,
i breathe out our sacred journey.
awakening means...
the journey is the destination.
we are the journey.
we are the destination!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Journey without shortcuts
The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going.
The destination does not matter,
but the Journey to it does.
For at the destination,
you will not learn anything.
You will not accomplish much either.
On the Journey to it, however,
you learn many things,
and accomplish much.
On the Journey,
you learn. You learn that,
'We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
but spiritual beings on a human journey.' (-my good friend Joe)
So travel hard,
and travel well.
Choose your companions wisely,
and leave everything behind.
Never look back,
always move forward.
For 'Yesterday is history,
and history is miles away.' (-Matthew West)
But never forget anything either,
learn all that you can,
and treasure the good times.
Then this Journey will be like no other.
This is the Journey,
of life.
Our life here on Earth,
so don't take shortcuts.
This Journey won't be easy,
but you have a guide.
The guide will never leave your side,
and he will carry you through the rough terrain.
He loves you more than you will ever know,
and he gave you this Journey,
so travel it while holding his hand.
You are not alone.
So again,
never look back,
but don't forget either,
and don't stop.
Don't take any shortcuts,
run the whole race.
You are not alone
on this Journey,
the Journey of life.
(13 Jan.2009)
poem by Melissa Wagner
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Highway To Heaven
A beginning without an end
Is a meaning to something infinite
I have ran out of solutions
And came to this conclusion
My destination is highway to heaven
There used to be light at the end of the tunnel
Now it’s all so dark
And where I am going there is no turning back
My destination is highway to heaven
Head in the clouds hoping, praying for better days
Because I know in God’s hands lie my destiny
My destination is highway to heaven
To built up the pressure, grow a conscience
And then turn the man into an intellectual psychopath
So he could be acknowledge by those who are blocking his way
My destination is highway to heaven
To go through what I have been through
And then collapse
Well hell, I’m on my way to heaven.
poem by Landsley Alexandre
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A Rivers Journey
As I gaze at the swaying branches
Covering shadows hovering in trickling light,
I feel the breeze that enfolds, then leaves,
Like the echo of a silent whisper, as it takes flight!
The freshness of the spring
Renews my whole being
As it sprinkles down to meet the flow,
Which makes its journey below!
Making my way along the stoney trail
As for a while, together we travel,
I wonder at its destination
Whilst I journey to my own!
poem by Linda May Fox
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A Journey With You
When I join in a journey with you
I never ask for the destination
I never ask when will this end
Or when shall we begin again
When I walk with you
I hope that this will never end
I wish that this journey never ceases
When you are with me
I float in so much space
With the stars and meteors
In the darkness we have so much light
In our hearts in this journey we have so much joy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not at all pleasant
Journey from the Stream,
with a pot of water on the head,
Strugling from side to side,
in a Narrow path.
Stoney and wild.
A big pot on the head,
filled with water, pure and clean.
Opens to the air is the Pot.
Strugling, Strugling she goes,
all over her is wet.
Just half the Journey she's gone,
strugling, stumbling and fighting
with the Road and Pot on her head.
Viewing her destination she smiled,
She takes a sigh of relief.
Just about ending her Journey,
She stumbles, with no helping hand,
No rescue, no one to call,
No strength to guide the Pot;
Down it goes.
Water, water every where.
she cries, bitterly weeping.
Oh! back on the Journey she returns,
Like a sheep with no shepherd.
Hmm! what a World.
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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50 States in fifty states
The journey begins with all forms of transportation, for all speeds and conditions that will persist and exist.
You will travel as far as able with no destination but the desire to see and experience everything within a nation.
Your means are determined by the location and situation with which you find your self in and at the time of needed transportation.
Your journey begins from within the state you reside.
It is from here that you will travel north, south, east, or west in destination for nowhere, but everywhere... somewhere to rest.
You travel through Washington, in the middle of a rainstorm.
Through Oregon you journey along the beautiful but treacherous coast.
California is long and covers many moods, but in the end it is so beautiful.
Idaho, you see potatoes, and Craters Of The Moon, beautiful unless winter, which always comes too soon.
Nevada is next, the deserts are so plain, gambling keeps your mind off of the mundane.
Utah's mountains are a sight to see, tough to travel through but worth the scenery.
Arizona dries you out, unless you’re north away from the drought.
The west-coast is only the beginning, a foreshadowing of what will come in your sojourning.
You see the mountains, and the plains, you journey through forests, fields and rains.
This is only the beginning to greater feats yet pending.
You can travel on, in hopes of dreams that can be fulfilled, or rest yourself and retire at will.
You can travel on to see the hills, the plains, the swamps and the oceans reigns, or you can end your journey having seen enough to fulfill your lives dreams.
There is no problem with this route, it just ends and that is your way out.
For those that continue, come vast amounts of precious venues.
They shall see the political places, the capitols of business, the arts, music, and races. They will find the different paths it takes to make your journey a success.
They will see the many options and scenes that make up this journey we continually believe.
They will learn the ins and outs that make it tough, yet in the end they will be greater and more capable to handle the rough.
This journey takes place now, and until the end.
For this journey is
LIFE from start to end.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Rac
.
A journey
From present to unknown
Must be worth its salt
Final destination alias last halt.
Lo!
Karma forces one to wait
RAC
Screams the fate
Life span always been a guessing game
Death never seems to be a good looking dame.
RAC now
Cry or wow
Journey till end gets more fascinating
Waiting to be berthed, for no more waiting.
Enjoying ultimate destination
Depends on one's karma & attitude
Show HIM or not
Any gratitude.
----o----
Copyright / Children of Lost God/ Tribhawan Kaul
All rights reserved
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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The Running Waters Of The River
running water on the river
despite the boulders
it finds itself its way
to where all the waters meet
in that destination
of everything and everyone
running restless souls
towards the same destination
it is not divergence
it is convergence
it is the oneness of all rivers
of all souls
i run and flow
i become everything and everyone at the end
from this flow on this journey
towards everything and everyone
i am gone i am found i am lost i am the drop
becoming a part of the ocean's universe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have likened writing a novel to going on a journey, with some notion of the destination I will arrive at, but not the whole picture - which emerges gradually as a series of revelations, as the journey goes along.
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Where the journey of life really goes
My blue honda motorbike
with a full tank of fuel
is broken
and is being repaired
and while I count my money
I see that I have enough,
but for the last journey
of the week
and I wonder how
I am going to be able
to take that ride?
At the bus stop a car guard
is watching cars
and a black woman
that needs five rand for a ticket
and is dressed elegantly
in a red work suit,
gets the money from him
and he doesn’t even know her
or wants anything in return
and its weird seeing a near beggar
giving to the prosperous.
a Bus without any sign of destination
stops in front of me
and I wonder where
this bus is going?
I cannot stay standing
at the bus stop
and I know that I must travel
on this bus.
When I get aboard
the bus looks right
and there are other people,
that I know
that also rides on it.
I tell my destination
to the driver and pay
and he gives
a ticket to me.
When I ask to where
the bus is really going,
he wants to know
to where life’s journey really goes
and my money
is placed back in my hand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Light Alone Yet Awaits
no definite destination is there
not in the horizon
not in any other hole of space
rushing hurriedly yet all the nerves
your their mine whole the crowd
no one leave a foot-step to anybody
definite is only the grave
our ancestors
your grand grands
high-neck
low-collar
heels
bare feet
arrogant charisma of reining the time
no definite destination to attain
yet nerves are shivering to move at once
where to where my nymph
the child new born
the bread you ploughed in the field
the corns your blood drops
await somewhere a bit away
for a jerk
to diminish the dark forever within the dark
and light alone
just a street-beggar
waiting with coarse hand
who has entered a journey
where destination finds itself to reach him...
Pranab k c
13/02/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Perhaps A Heaven May Be Waiting...
A road winding up to a misty top
Travelled by men with feeble limbs..
The journey never ends.
Where should they halt for a while?
This road gives no options
It winds on with an obstinancy..
The men pant and ponder.
What is the solace to these men doomed?
The sky would have been the better destination
As the transperant elemant isn`t that brutal.
Before you begin to tread the road laid by others
Ask a question, ' Shall I? '
The mist over the unknown tops infinite
Never fades out for you, further the road winds on..
And you will curse the day,
As the world looks on.
When you go for a trekking
Let the sky be your destination.
In the wilderness of the infinity there
Perhaps a heaven may be waiting...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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A Journey Of Confusion (Fun Poem 90)
It stared like any journey
with expectations running high,
a two hours journey
from one point to another.
Nothing complicated in that.
Just over an hour in
and the journey goes to pot,
you drive passed the turning
that you were suppose to take.
You turn around midst honking horns
and go back again.
You think you are on the right road,
and then you find you are not.
Being a man, you are too proud
to ask the directions to where you are going.
You drive around in circles
and the hours tick on by.
Four hours later, you are confused and totally lost.
You pull to the side of the road
and all you want to do is cry,
then you get a brainwave,
find a taxi and follow him.
You look for a taxi
and there is not one to be found,
never one when you need one
and dozens when you do not.
Finally, you get a taxi
and begin to follow him,
finally getting to your destination.
Five hours it has taken
and not the estimated two.
You are also slightly lighter
after paying the taxi fare.
The only thing you can rejoice from
is that you are there,
a few grey hairs more
and a lot wiser throughout.
What about the journey back?
You do not want to even think about that.
27 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Your Journey's destination is my heart
You've been around the world
You've sailed the untouched shores
Still you don't have a clue who loves you
So your not complete in your journey
Your destination? My heart
You say you saw every building
Every mall
Every ocean
Sailed everywhere
Maybe you haven't
cause you passed me by
You've been everywhere
Your journey aint over tell your destined in my heart......
poem by Ice Johnson
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