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Ayn Dec 2019
I’m currently looking at a canal.
The blue water is opaque,
Yet clear as blued silver.
My eyes reflect its iridescent glow,
Sending back it’s judgment upon my soul.

Beyond the silkily shining stream
Lies lines of trees,
Each a different eerie shade of blue.
They fade into the baby blue backdrop,
Looking almost like layers on a painting.

And further back I see an industrial feat;
A bridge, standing tall, strong, and stoic.
It’s steel beams uphold the innumerable
plethora of cars, which tread over its solid joints.

This time I know this happiness is real
Even though I haven’t lost it yet;
Even though I’m still in this sun-kissed morning.
I just decided to write about what I was looking at. Hope you get the picture in ur mind. Also it’s actually 1 in the afternoon, but it’s close enough.
Bhill Dec 2019
The Bridge - Haiku

There exists a bridge
This bridge is for everyone
What is it's reason

Brian Hill - 2019 # 317
Do you know
Justyn Huang Dec 2019
Give a man some straw
to build a bridge,
and he will find a way
to mend brittleness for his
Family to cross.

But give a man cement
and the foundation will be lazy
Resourcefulness
floW Dec 2019
problems are everywhere,
pain is everything,
build a bridge
and take step by step

until you're over it.

throw yourself into a grocery cart
and push
push through it.

until you reach the other side.

trauma hurts,
but standing in the same spot
unaffected, letting knowledge pass you by
like cars on a freeway
causes more pain than trauma.

look to your left
your right

this bridge is made to fit more than one person,
you're not alone.
it's built to hold
everyone.

you just have to recognize that
they're there.
Sofia Chavez Dec 2019
Everytime I pass the street, my eyes linger on the pedestrian bridge.

It's fairly new.

And wouldn't be there if it wasn't for what happened at the corner.

A woman and her baby, or maybe she was looking after this baby, they were standing, waiting to cross, when a car took a turn too sharp, too fast, too whatever, and the baby was gone.

For months, maybe years after, the street lamp was covered in stuffed animals.

But now there's nothing but my memory of a baby I never met and a bridge I'm glad exists.

I wonder what her name was.

I wonder if anyone thinks about her when they cross the bridge.
Thoughts I have while driving through the town I grew up in
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
Hopefully

Someday
Together
We will pray
For a common
Wellbeing
What is good for

Hopefully
It be
Soon
Genre: Spiritual
Theme: Greeting the divine
NR Dudley Oct 2019
the light from my soul
casts a shadow on my heart
and i weep
because your gone
i'm all alone
in the rain
on the bridge where we met
your spirit shimmers
as if the sun
is trapped inside of you
i suppose that's so
my face is stained with tears
forever flowing
life tainted by your absence
i can't bear it anymore
i jump
as i plunge in the river of grief
your spirit pulls me up
and i'm on the shore
seeing your face fade
with the shadows
For anyone who has lost someone they loved, know that they are always here in spirit and in your heart ❤
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 7/13/2018

He stands firmly
on oak legs
moss-covered from knees
to the shoulders

He knows
that he must last

from the cliff to the cliff
handrails
like limbs patched

under feet
to the opposite bank

Wieslaw Musialowski 3/7/2003
Friends, I am asking for your understanding, because all my translations must be proofread and corrected. Poems are hard to translate (even in free verse translations). Regards.
Vic Sep 2019
~
There I was, at the edge of the bridge,
Begging for the water to take me away.
To somewhere far from this cruel world,
Where there's only tomorrow, no today.

I fell deeper and deeper into the abyss,
There was nothing I could do or say.
But now I have arrived anywhere else.
I'm not sure if it's better, but I'll stay.
~
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