Best Bridget Poems
Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Fairy Bridget and Kookaburrait matters to not be able to tell
where you end
and comfort begins
seamlessly held by another
with nature to rest within
we're all of the same matter
then the...
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Categories:
bridget, anxiety, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Trial of Bridget BishopSalem Village, Massachusetts
May 11, 1692
Of evil works in league with the devil, I am accused.
Spit upon, bolts tethered in chains, I have been abused.
People mardle I cast spells of palsie to make them twitch.
Blinded by fear, they labeled me a sorceress, a witch.
Superstition is to...
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Categories:
bridget, feelings, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Bridget Mary DonovanShe’s eighty-eight this day in January,
Graced my life nearly a quarter century.
When I grow up I want to be,
Just like my dear friend, nay ‘Auntie’, Bridie!
This Colleen from Castlemaine, County Kerry,
Is ever joyous and merry.
Bridie loves a hearty hug or rousing Irish song,
She’ll skip an...
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Categories:
bridget, friendship love, ireland,
Form:
Sonnet
Bridget MoragwaBeneath the starry skies, I met her,
Radiant beauty, that's Bridget Moragwa,
In her eyes, I found a world of wonder,
Delightful moments, that make me feel alive,
Giving me hope, for a brighter tomorrow,
Each day, my love for her only grows,
Truly blessed, to have her by my side.
Making...
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Categories:
bridget, beautiful, beauty, cute love,
Form:
Acrostic
Bridget RoseBridget Rose
she thought she wasn't beautiful
she didn't like her nose
but I noticed when she held it up
how much her smile glows
she thought she wasn't beautiful
her eyelashes were thin
but I noticed right behind them
were eyes that melted me within
she thought she wasn't beautiful
she said my hair...
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Categories:
bridget, love
Form:
Rhyme
Bridget Jones Break Up For All You GirlsThe crumbs beneath the tablecloth
Have been there for the best part of a week
And the smell of malting cats has finally begun to reek
The carpet dust has become as visible as rust
The bin is overflowing from Bottles of cheap wine
And her work shoes...
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Categories:
bridget, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
How Why and WhenHow could Bridget
Watching A midget
On one hand denied a digit
Continue to fidget?
Why would A paranoid,
Last year, with a fibroid,
Often getting her annoyed,
Now turn schizoid?
When do angles become trapezoid
And mind of soundness void?
How, why and when?
For I want Bridget ‘Now’
Taken back to ‘Then’…
Medically, right now?...
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Categories:
bridget, anxiety, happiness, health, life,
Form:
Rhyme