Bridget Poems - Poems about Bridget

Salem 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...Read the rest...

it matters to not be able to tell where you end and comfort begins seamlessly held by another with nature to rest within we're...Read the rest...

Beneath 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...Read the rest...

How 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...Read the rest...

She’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...Read the rest...

The 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...Read the rest...

Bridget 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...Read the rest...