Bridge Poems - Poems about Bridge

All is burning, cinders and ash flakes float in black rain, falling on a ground of clinkers and flinders. The hand of ruin traces sigils of chaos and strife on broken city walls, within which rats awaken They are the true rulers of destruction, living cloaked with shadows, in any crevice or crack, hunting bones and burnt flesh. Their rivals, jet-black birds, massing on heights above in their murders and...

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I dream in tensors, sleep in curves, A fabric bent by mass that swerves— Space and time, a unified song, Where gravity has whispered long. A point—no width, no height, no breadth, A singularity spells time’s death. But in the depths, a passage hides, Through quantum seams, where dark divides. A wormhole yawns, its throat aglow, Two mouths that neither age nor know The clocks...

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the bridge seems the connection of this to that and the bridge not to be denied hides the appearances of this and that...

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Begin not with the battle cry, But with a question—soft, not sly: “What pain do you still carry near?” Then wait in grace, then choose to hear. The soil still holds our common thread, Though fields lie fallow, dreams lie dead. Yet seeds of peace may grow again, If tilled by hearts, not swords of men. No wall can keep the storm at...

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rainbow bridge arching tokyo connection doubledecker link AP: Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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the bridge In the middle of the bridge, we leaned on its railing and looked into the slimy, green, and slow running stream. Its bank, decorated with plastic bottles, used condoms, a long-since-dead dog, yet grinning as recalling a filthy joke and a three-month-old abortion, half eaten by discerning water rats. Over this beauty of decay hung...

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In the afterglow of your beautiful loving heart lives a flower that blooms each and every day Planted deep within, you are the great thou art of my living soul's reveal, you are the way ! Dazzling me with brightness and effulgence you are a glowing candle in the thick of...

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conciliation from one side to the other healing now and past AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 28, 2025...

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A tiny footstep, awakens my wooden planks Who goes there? My inner journeying voice asks...

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Lucy’s earthly journey ended and she is now in Pet Heaven, just a mere five years old, but she left a hole the size of the Grand Canyon in the heart of a blue-eyed earth angel. Karyn waited at the big gate for her, arms open wide, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her sister’s, Lulu — her beloved dog — took her final...

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Building a Bridge ...

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It seemed to be all water under the bridge, Until he burned down that very same bridge, And then I learned how to swim to him. But truth is all we once had was just a whim....

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To cross the bridge to paradise you must pay the toll. to pay the toll, you must have money. To get the money, you must work all day. To work all day is to have no time. to have no time is to have no passion. to have no passion is to have no joy. To cross the bridge...

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O, art of verse, you're my life's core, Through flowing ink, I sail from shore To touch the depth and to explore. Every stanza, my treasured score, In every line, sense I adore. The keen readers of this great art Do understand and play their part. It is a bridge to every heart, In each reading, their minds start To silence woes...

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In the depths of your mind, where shadows reside, A voice whispers doubt, with nowhere to hide. Depression's a monster, a weight on your chest, A longing for solace, a moment of rest. The future seems hopeless, a relentless refrain, "You're lost in the darkness, there's nothing to gain." But wait, through the struggle, a beacon appears, Three digits of hope, dispelling...

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