Short Bridge Over Poems
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summers that tasted to me like youth's freedom
bridge over troubled waters topping the chart
how soon I would come to understand
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
An Image
Of a beautiful bird or person.
Of a huge Mountain.
Of a stream of water.
Of a new attitude.
Of a bridge over untroubled water.
Of An Image of the world.
Hello darkness my old friend
I have come to you again..
running over something ..
that being a Bridge over troubled water
and in my footsteps I am thinking ...
This is the sound of silence.. "
Favourite song Bridge over troubled water.
Simon and Garfunkel
In my dark and 'troubled' time, your comforting words 'eased my mind'.
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Forgiving Doesn’t Mean Forgetting
Haiku: by Miracle Man
November 15, 2021
Everyone’s treated
unjust at some time in life;
forgive and move on.
“He who cannot forgive others
destroys the bridge over which he himself must pass.”
George Herbert
Oh, Autumn.
Here you are again,
just when I needed you most.
Oh, Autumn.
My calm over heated skies.
My bridge over troubled seasons.
Oh, Autumn.
Summer's now vacationing;
And the heat is dissipating.
Oh, Autumn.
From my point of view,
There's no season better than you.
With over forty
years apart
let’s pretend
it’s just a day
That time we’ve lost
and what it cost
to ignore
and look away
We can’t tunnel
through the heartache
but a bridge over
can be built
To put behind
those days unrhymed
with tomorrow
— yet unfelt
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Imagination is a place with no boundaries and no zipcode
Imagination is an opportunity to visit anywhere, anytime, anyhow
Imagination is a state of mind
Imagination is a way to transcend terrible circumstances
Imagination is a bridge over the mundane
Imagination is a fairway for creating solutions
Imagination is a galaxy of inventions
Who will be there to greet me
Across the rainbow bridge over the golden sea
Will it be my Mum and Dad
In hugs and kisses how could that be bad
Perhaps it will be a friend lost so long ago
Greeted in a handshake and slap on the back’s the go
I like to contemplate this for real
As I hope for the best in in my last earthly deal.
© Paul Warren Poetry
crossing over…
her chilled breath
caressed my cheeks
no reddening here
just a darker ebony hue
the color collage
of foliage
canvassed my eyes
falling rainbow tears
dripping to nourish
mother earth
matting
her joseph’s coat
reflected by scattered rays
peeping through shuttered skies
the bridge over the river of change
is indeed a delightful crossing
* *
* * *
* Far out beyond the
bridge over the river sky,
the moon is waiting *
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* *
The lonely willows weep,
Streaming a river of tears.
Under the Giverny skies,
The water lilies dance,
Atop the glossy surface.
Reflections of peace,
For the creator.
The Japanese bridge arches,
Posing as a lonely muse
For the gifted soul of Claude Monet.
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"Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies" by Claude Monet
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Divers plunge into troubled waters
for diving into smooth, calm waters hurts.
Being troubled is the backdoor key
to unlocking the puzzle when you are in trouble.
Avoid the slip roads to the freeways
or the overpass or the bypass bridge.
Instead, imbibe your troubles, immerge in them,
wait for the waters to be troubled,
for double troubles played all-in
tend to cancel each other out.
Hands behind my back
my fate is on the line cast
into the abyss
a hit or miss bite for me
on the fly, I sent to see.
Chance and choice entwined
a fragile bridge over doubt
serendipity
in cold empathy with fate
pressed tense, taut, fingers hard.
Criss-crossed with hope's twine,
I bargain with the unseen
with fate's mouth agape
waiting to see the outcome
of the Chinese finger cuffs.
An artist paints a picture out of darkness
from the seven colours of sunshine's sparkle
Divine beauties bridge over this promise made real
ocean waves unfolding white steeds galloping to shore
Kissed by the sand salted footprints remain begging
as the stream flows down a mountain faced horizon
Echos bounce within deep caves whispering winds lament
currents move tides caressing the sea fragrance
Somewhere, there is a bridge,
A bridge that has no path,
A bridge that crosses no river,
A bridge that leads to nowhere.
Somewhere, there is a bridge,
A bridge over grown and forgotten,
A bridge withered and worn by time,
A bridge hidden away from sight.
Somewhere, there is a bridge,
A bridge waiting to be discovered,
A bridge wishing to be seen as it once was,
A bridge hoping to lead to somewhere.
Form:
SHADOW TOWN
A shadow town with only a past
Abandon hope all ye who cross
The black iron bridge over the smell of the Tyne
Tyres hiss on the wet road as they pass
And leave me here in the dark
Murky rain dirty roads
November in Gateshead
In the shadow of gloriously dirty Newcastle
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Note
Anyone who had the misfortune to live in Gateshead in
the 1970s will understand the feelings in this verse.
Holding back sweeping leaves
In and out rhythm of breath
Warm inside cold outside
Shadows of light
Faces on trees
Cracks to see
Running wild
Crisp of leaves
Beauty of nature
Winding path
Green and brown
Up and down
Boots of mud
Still those thoughts
Ears for sound
Deep in ground
Lost no more
Branches in fall
Bridge over stream
Ripples and all
Unlock the key
Open your heart
No treasure to find
Empty of mind
Words in odd find
Stitch new meaning
Strange craft in kind
Change hurls feeling
A bunch of words
Arrange to greet
Odd swirl now heard
Emotions meet
Bridge over thoughts
Flood of odd sounds
Rhymes puzzle plot
Break of new grounds
Flash of wordplay
Ooze and oomph curl
Stretch of odd ways
Profound feel hurls
Round the odd maze
Thought feels feelings
A pungent craze
Set poetry strings
Leon Enriquez
02 July 2017
Singapore
When life's over and we're done
We are called, we have no voice
Crossing is for everyone
We must go, we have no choice
The waters may be dark and deep
When crossing to other side
Those we've left may moan and weep
Contending with the changing tide
Their time will come, it could be soon
The bridge is there for crossing o'er
No longer see the Sun and Moon
Life's travels end on distant shore
There should be joy to end the race
Takes death to gaze on Jesus' face
If I could live the music I love,
I would climb every mountain and swim every ocean.
I would build a "Bridge Over Troubled Waters."
And "Always Love You."
"In Case You Didn't Know," "My Old Friend,"
We traveled together on a Broken Road."
"Remember When," we would sit by "The River"?
"Every Time I Hear That Song," "I am Speechless!"
"Maybe I'm Amazed" how much you love me.
"I'll Always Stand By You!" You make me "Beautiful Crazy."
You truly are my Soulmate."
Voice of an angel our wonderful queen of soul
sending out her amazing message of respect
to build a freeway of love her ultimate goal,
I knew you were waiting (for me), without neglect,
she'd say a little prayer, with amazing Grace
she thought Dr. Feelgood was young gifted and black
mend a bridge over troubled waters, or replace,
melodic vocal power showed in every track,
this is just my tribute, my small way of thanking
this natural woman, god bless Aretha Franklin.