Bridge Poems - Poems about Bridge

Any pet owner knows… Our furry friends are as much a part of the family as anyone. ...

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I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor. With him, I feel light-hearted, but apart, I’m utterly devastated. I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back, and without a genuine connection, our love feels like scenes from a disconnected game— where hate destroys, yet love seeks to heal. But with each...

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Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory, Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea. Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit; Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence. Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together! Like allurng, violet future,...

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Sydney my love, Sydney my city Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty. Sydney my love, Sydney my city. First rays of the sun, spread here fun. Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain. Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty. Sydney my love, Sydney my city Clean clean beaches, green green trees, Pleasant weather, cool cool breeze. Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty. Sydney...

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For Brian Strand's Your Choice U Poetry Contest 5 June 2025 swing ...

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wooden b e stood still ...

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Don't know why I couldn't fly When I had the wings and all, Don't know why I didn't try Was I much too afraid to fall Teetering on the bridge that day Arms outstretched, toes to the edge, Then again, who would jump anyway From such a treacherous ledge Looking down from an incredible height My last breath caught in...

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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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