Best Bridge The Gap Poems
"In life, grief outweighs joy and laughter is an interlude between two sighs."
~By Poet~
Isn’t it sheer destiny that you and I were born,
In the endless flow of time as humans.
But we are here only for a short interval,
When death calls, we leave the stage ending the show.
As peace is an interlude between two wars
Life is an interlude between birth and death
The moon that fades after lighting the night,
The sun that sets after warming the day,
The flowers that wither after feasting the eye,
Obliquely announce that life is an interlude.
Love once flourished may fade and die.
Trees towering high may fall and rot.
Rivers that swell can dry up once.
The same is true of our life on earth.
At times we soar on wings of joy.
At times we drown and are deep in grief.
Does it not remind us of a vital truth,
That life on Earth can never be the same.
We are travelers on this wild terrain,
Heading timorously towards an unknown goal,
Ever tossed by the vicissitudes of life,
Fated to partake evenly of smiles and tears.
Know that all the paths we tread along,
Finally converge on a single spot.
At the tomb, we just pause awhile,
To resume our journey to lands beyond.
All that counts is how well we lived,
And not how long we have been here.
So, mend your life as your conscience directs.
Bridge the gap between words and deeds.
I see you
3 steps away,
I could bridge the gap
In an instant.
And then what?
Would I gently kiss you?
Would my tongue trace your lips
Creating tactile memories of your warmth, of your taste and the wet sweet abandon of our passion......
Would I gently place my hands
On your face
And explain my love
With nothing but the mirror of you in my eyes?
Would I place your hand on my breast
And let my pounding heart speak the words to your fingers...
I love you
I love you
I love you
You would know
Without question
Through my touch
That you have me
Sacred, spinning, free,
Please....Make me your love
Press your soul to me
And I shall return in kind.
You are so beautiful to me.
2013 ©
Ruby Honeytip
Good earth styles
Fine ample grass;
A fine raiment
Sun and rain speak
Splurge fond refrain;
Rainbows echo
Dawn flings
Shadows drowned;
Awake to birdsong
Man-made park
Forest architecture;
In the city
Journey here
Begin within;
Greet the sea shore
Waves splashing
Jetty promenade;
Fishing trip moments
Offshore boat ride
Temple pilgrimage;
Kusu Island awaits
By temple hall
Ancestral tablets;
Silence mitigates
Sunday church service
Congregation sings;
Amen to that
Buddhist mantra
Chanting meditation;
Mindfully aware
God's children come
Kingdom awaits;
Barter for bread
Hindu yogi
Beyond samsara;
Lotus posture
Muslim Renaissance
Faith revival;
Touch of grace
Sufi thinker
Austere profoundness;
Lessons to learn
Taoist philosophy
Yin-Yang address;
Harmony presides
Christian theology
Heaven and Hell;
Symbols and signs
Jewish piety
Despite persecution;
People of God
God wears
Many hats;
Each a religion
Wise men tell
From all faiths:
God is Love
Men of Science
Men of God;
Bridge the gap
Go beyond faith
Rest in stillness;
Walk the middle way
God's children
Need love and light;
Stern compassion works
A wise man said:
Live and let live;
Do not shed blood
Keep your faith,
Love all colours;
See human rainbows
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
Quote: “To fathom hell, or soar angelic, just take a pinch of psychedelic” -- H. Osmond
In the realm of metaphors, where words take flight,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a psychedelic delight.
Like whispers of dreams, they dance and sway,
Unveiling the depths of emotions in their own unique way.
In groovy swirls, the hippie spirit flies,
Beneath the neon moon and starlit skies.
With tie-dyed shirts and flowers in our hair,
We journey through a world beyond compare.
Our culture pulses with a rhythm rare,
A tapestry of love, beyond compare.
Each stroke of brush, a message to impart,
A fusion of the soul and of the heart.
Metaphors, like magic, paint pictures in the mind,
Creating illusions, where truths and fantasies entwined.
They bridge the gap between the known and unknown,
Inviting us to explore a world uniquely our own.
A metaphor is a key that unlocks hidden doors,
Revealing truths that lie beneath the surface, forevermore.
It's a mirror that reflects the soul's deepest desires,
Igniting passions and setting hearts on fire.
Like a gentle breeze that caresses our skin,
Metaphors embrace us, inviting us to dive in.
They whisper secrets, only the heart can understand,
Guiding us through the maze of life, hand in hand.
This world is full of distance,
Full of ever-shifting minutes,
Hours, days, are lost to silence,
My own town is old and faceless.
How to live, with such expanses?
I’ll save your laugh, preserve your essence,
Bridge the gap and share your presence.
This heart must live on patience.
I'm not sure this is the dream Martin had
Yet we have moved from the nightmare of what he endured
We still have a ways to go, to make that dream come true
The one where who I naturally am doesn't have to be relaxed to make others feel ok
Where I can shine past the barrier of skin color and just be seen as light
The dream that means that diversity is to be celebrated
because trying to be anything other than who I am
Is robbing this world of experiencing excellence
Where the liberty bell isn't a monument but a movement
As I move into being who I was created to be it rings out to others beckoning them to do the same
And while I live, I carry the weight of the fallen soldiers
Not to mourn but to push me to live as fearless as they did
Knowing that if they had been given the chance to live they would own it
And I can't waste a minute on this earth worrying about who agrees, accepts or approves
See Trayvon, Mike, or Eric don't get to breathe this air, but I do
Martin and Malcolm don't get to give anymore speeches, but I can
No more Rosa's to boycott buses
But there is a you, and there is a me
And we can soar higher than our ancestors
We can live the lives they dreamt about
Bridge the gap between possible and impossible
We can innovative, and motivate and inspire Every Day MAKE BLACK HISTORY
Because who said the History Books had to stop with them.
spiral galaxy
chasm of infinity
black holes bridge the gap
For the contest: Haiku Beyond
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Well, well, Welby
Beg your pardon
He’s got three Poles
At the bottom of his garden*
And joining in with daily prayers
Some Syrians beneath the stairs
Asylum seekers in his shed
And Communists
Beneath his bed
He’s just doing what he can
To pander to the ‘common’ man
To separate the issues, see
Of race and the economy
With good intent, to bridge the gap
‘Twixt logic and the racist cr*p
For Welby is a diplomat
Just in case, and just like that
It’s not that we’re a racist state
Good luck with that one, Welby, mate
Imagine pubs across the land
The dodgy banter, beer in hand
That Archbishop got it right
We’re all white mate, we’re all white
Share our wealth with all the planet?
Outrageous! (outraged Bob from Thanet)
But what of all the fish and bread
With which five thousand mouths were fed
Would Jesus Christ have found it hard
To put up Poles in his back yard?
by Gail
* a play on the words of the English joke "Well, well, well, three holes in the garden"
It started with your eyes, you, like a cat,
disinterested, passing the time of day,
oblivious to mindless idle chat
such nonchalance, until you looked my way,
It started with a smile, a subtle link
to bridge the gap , a letter of intent
to say you'd read my mind and what I think
reading my lips for what I truly meant.
It started with a laugh like dawn birdsong,
or streams whose water giggles over rocks,
head tilted back, but knowing all along
who had control, you stalked me like a Fox.
It started with that kiss, hands tightly clasped
in case the force of it tore us apart
or fear that maybe it would be our last
instead of as we hoped just be the start.
It started many, many years ago
unlike jigsaw pieces not meant to fit,
we do, and through the years I think we know
when all is said and done, you started it.
February 20th 2018
For contest 'Love poem', sponsor Laura Loo
to be or not to be is that really what we want to know
when before us lies such a great lesson.
but who will ever realize what it may bestow
if we dont start out by asking questions.
you might not find all the answers you seek
but at least you can be on the right track
curiousity is what seperates the strong from the weak
and the unwilling seems to get left back
we tend to cling to our beleifs wheather right or wrong
continuing to step out on faith
we feel the only way we can carry on
is by doing whatever it may take
so we try hard to bridge the gap between imagination and revelation
when we think all else is lost.
avoiding all life's greatest temptations
by knowing you end up paying the cost.
trying eagerly to escape the lies
for the human mind is so collective
for if we could take one look at us thru others eyes
we'll see life in a different perspective
I am a young man from Yucatan
Trying to understand
You're an elder man from Philly
I bridge a road, a road I've build the emotional trip ever so chilly
You were born shoes you walk in where made by those...
Who dare the generations before you knew choose
How to make basics now and you
You come along you know it all too
But you can't even spin the ball
At night you watch the lights and the moon in AHHH!
Well it's not alright now
There's much you can learn from me you say wow
I've been here longer that you
Some twenty, forty, sixty, seven-plus years have I SURVIVED
NOW AT THIRTY FOUR YOU JUST TRYING TO LIVE YOUR LIFE NOW;
BRIDGE THE GAP, GAP THE BRIDGE LIVE THE LIFE GOD WANTS YOUR HEART
He wants you to live
And bridge the generation of the youth and the elderly
A passage way to the walkway to heaven is how I now live
Bridge the generations all of Gods creations
In each and every nation
The twenty year olds, the thirty year olds
The forty and so on, and so on
Must all come along for the journey
When the young take the hands of the elderly clan, and...
We walk across life Bridge together, together
We walk the bridge once forever, and ever
There's much you can learn from me
I've been here longer that you
Some twenty-four you just trying to live your life now
Bridge the gap, gap the bridge live the live God wants your heart
Bridge the generations all of Gods creations
In each and every single nation learn together fight for what's right
Subdue the wrongs we've done
and bridge the generations of the youth and the elderly
08/17/15
From
"UNO book Poetry to Bridge Generations/Elder and Youth anthology"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Seeing you
standing there what to do?
I smile to bridge the gap, you have grown,
by plane I have crossed a continent to atone.
There's been too many harsh words, tirades overblown.
My son, please come, I mean you no harm.
He crosses to my arms.
Smiling, charmed.
Date:5/18/14
Deborah Guzzi
Contest:TROIS PAR HUIT A BRIDGE
You find me so easy these days,
Leaving the extreme burden
of being a good wife all the time,
You find me in the corner of the garden,
Sharing a cup of coffee
and looking at our child losing herself,
in her imaginary kingdom of lawn,
You bridge the gap and lay next to me on the sunbed,
Simple touching and the heat of the sun
discourage further duties,
I love you,
Let us wait together for the twilight,
Let us then go in together,light a fire and burn.
If time is turning unpropitious,
You shouldn't hesitate a minute,
Need not ponder a moment,
A distance of a courtesy call,
Friend will stand by you for sure !
I'm in the same waters as you,
Sailing in the parallel boat as you do,
Right or at times left waves might slow the pace,
Behind at times left, but let fortitude prevail !
Like best of the times quickly pass away,
A perverse situation too is not going to stay,
Bridge the gap between time and patience,
Over and over build up your vicissitude,
Troubled times would soon be left far away,
Water, the morning water will soothen the sail !
I'll not let the stress overpower ,
Ease the mind off the recurrent vague thoughts,
Your spirit will feel the essence of enlightenment,
Mind palace is a place wonderful if conquered !!
Written by Dr. Upma A. Sharma
It's Always Morning--Monologue
The title is a truth. It is a quotation
from my deceased son, several years after
he took his life, and was given to me on
a day when I was in touch with his spirit
--uttered casually like similar thoughts
from him, such as "yesterday is today" on
other occasions when we communicated. The
circumstances of those occasions are known
to only a few that I learned to trust, and
that know with me that such communication
is possible.
It's Always Morning
The thought is startling, coming as it does
from realms beyond the earth and sky, yet
just as close as love--and reachable
within the closing of our eyes. Realms we know,
for they are ours, scraping consciousness
we glimpse at times, and then forgotten
as the daylight turns--an alien light
our alien breath will soon forsake.
Morning indeed! All time is timeless
in the limitless reality for which
creation groans. All space is spaceless
in a universe where fantasy begins
its play, where laughter of the mind
enjoys its countless now with
an obsession all the countless gods
have bourne, and passed on down.
It's always morning!
Embelishing the hours of
never-ending day, it makes
a travesty of night. Suns
are of the morning, revelation
keeps the hour and only death
competes with majesty like that.
This is the life I want to live,
where substance cannot fade
with ineluctable decay.
It is the morning star that I embrace.
The choice is none the less
than all eternity, and I
will readily endure the blessing
of its consequence.
It's time to come along.
The sun is up, the providential ecstacy
a certainty, and may not be
surpassed. It is a time
that we may bridge the gap
that we alone perceive. We can,
for we as well are spirit souls
on sabbatical just now--
re-packing for the journey home.
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