Short Footbridge Poems

Short Footbridge Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Footbridge by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Footbridge by length and keyword.


Singing Water Lilies

below
the
Japenese 
footbridge
where
the
water lilies
sing
at 
night
if
i
dare to cross 
the
same river twice


Premium Member Standing on a Footbridge

While standing on a footbridge, I sang lyrics to our love song.
I felt you take my hand in yours - as if you were at my side.
Raindrops fell on my cheeks, bringing me back to reality.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sijo

Premium Member The Bridge of Dreams

Purple plumes dangle amid the verdigris
the sweet-scented Wisteria Kapitan
a footbridge of Feng Shui dreams
enraptures my inner child's spirit.

2-21-2023
PREMIER CHOICE no 1190 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand

To Be Fair

"At the Footbridge"

Now to be completely fair
And to stop every persons stare
Rodger was not actually circumcised
As he was a player, so don’t be surprised
This was from wear and tear and his willingness to share

07/19/2016
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Etched In Anguish

As harbor lights of Maine glimmered dimly by the pier 
The wooden footbridge reflected my own trail of anguish;
Creating a bony shadow etched like evening's jagged mesh.




6/7/2018
Silent One's Contest: When Three Lines Are So Much Better
Form: Verse


Premium Member Ominous Cloud

Mist Slides forth From the peak of curving heights slants fade in purity, dismal, and droop You're now at the same level as the trees. the haze sneaks forth. the footbridge looming cloud
Written: February 11, 2022 A Strand (1072) Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tetractys

Premium Member An Eventful Spiritual Journey


God’s spiritual closeness has greatly encouraged me. 
Through a footbridge where I wept and embraced Him and felt awed.
I walk freely following His light, step-by-step.
His amazing grace is always cleansing. 
Guiding heaven's doorstep through changing seasons. 
Still uncompleted, Age still welcomes wisdom, desire, and endeavor.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Crimson Leaves

Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
    I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
   as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.




           September 27, 2020  ~  Rithimus Divisa 7
                  Sponsored by Gregory Barden
               A verse from 'I Hear Autumn's Call'
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member At the Footbridge

At The Footbridge

Two Armies

One shoots off another salvo
The other fires back with gusto
Each offended
At the aggression of the other

At the footbridge
Foot soldiers die
In agony you hear them all bloodied, cry
War is a must and you wonder why?

Kings collect gold
Queens their ladies in waiting
Castles must be filled
With linens and fine silver laden

All with justifications
For the death of serfs and those of the invasion

Premium Member The Bench By The Brook

Do you remember it …
That one late spring day,
Solemn, where two could sit
A place nearby, but far away

It must be there still …
All around was dense with green
A steep hill, a small hill …
A footbridge in-between 

Leading down into the nook
A place both shaded and quiet, 
And the bench by the brook
Sat there waiting by it …

Along the floor of the wood
A robin passed by as I recall,
How I still wish that I could
Come back here next fall.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member So and So

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So and So

At the footbridge in a backward country,
I give a backward glance to what I know.

At the footbridge I don't need new answers -
just be grateful, so and so.

At commencement of day's new dawning,
I won't rush to prove myself...

merely be glad that I'm not starving
in this new country, so and so.

If you see me here and waving,
come and join me on the bridge.

Even if you are an enemy,
we'll hold hands, and so and so.





7/18/2016
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Footbridge Chicken

At the footbridge I saw a chicken,
trying to keep its balance
as it flapped its wings. It felt dizzy
when it saw the abyss below it,
which swallowed time and matter.

Surprisingly the chicken kept on
with the journey, claw after claw. It
wasn't chicken-hearted like most
chickens. It was ready to walk
on wooden footpaths which cracked
in every step,
until it reached the other end.

It had crossed the road;
now it was crossing a footbridge....


Date: 7/19/2016
Form: Narrative

At the Footbridge

I met Regret today,
he sat down beside me--
whilst across the creek,
Opportunity circled about

Regret introduced himself,
between my bevy of sighs,
I stated, “I wish I'd never met you, sir”
to which he plainly replied,
“But then you'd never meet him...”
as he glanced beyond the footbridge

So I walked across the cobblestone,
--and we never spoke again


July 22, 2016

Current contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada 2
Former contest: At the Footbridge (judged July 26)

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