"bridging" poems
When gentle breezes turn into gale,
remember that you will prevail.
You may tear at these pages daily,
in search of peace and tranquillity.
Planting hope and scattering wishes,
Spilling blood in smears and blemishes...
Flying out of the dark on
wings of birds.
Bridging the rippling void through
severed words.
***Seeking...
Reaching...
Imploring...
Writing...***
Be not wary of eyes that speak.
Be not afraid of mouths that leak.
Know that our scribbles are only
sacred to us.
Emotions and thoughts we
bind and truss.
What we put forth, we owe it to ourselves...
Bits of us we've kept hidden in the
darkest rooms; atop the highest shelves.
You...
are wielder of your mighty pen.
You...
determine how far or long your
words would span.
Your words... They're precious gold.
Many or little; be them new or old.
So let drip your ink with little reservation...
Let us grow from strength to strength
as life teaches its lessons.
Rise up and live on in these here pages,
For here exist only
freedom;
not cages.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
I love your eyes.
Wet, filled with desire.
I love them most when they stare back into mine.
Not a word needs to be said.
A breath between us two,
Each craving met, my eyes trailing yours.
The way they bend shut when your legs stretch out
and your arms wrap around me.
The natural curling of toes
When your eyes widen before closing tight.
I love looking into your eyes.
This feel good feeling that interrupts each kiss.
A gasp filled behind closed eyes.
A roaring ****** that rumbles behind them.
The arch felt across the small of your back.
Bridging the gap of a swaying bridge.
Your body in the comfort of my hands.
A soft kiss below your temple.
Welcoming your shyness.
Those eyes that follow the movement of your head.
I love the way you look at me and bite your bottom lip.
Welcoming the audience of my eyes.
Catching every glimpse,
Not a thought held back behind those eyes.
Our passion held between us two.
Lost in the rumble of how your body trembles.
Over and over,
Until your fast asleep
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
This's a summary of time
Minds in sync
Hearts in sync
Souls cohere
Dopamine surge
Gaze synapsed
Luscious air
Blush and smile
Silence heard
I was there
You were there
And in the very moment
It was us
With all being
I am you
And you are me
In knowing you
I have known myself
This is all
I want to show you
What you've been missing
All the possibilities
We will reach
To the places
You've only heard of
All the way
And the journey begins
Bridging forever
That simple
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
it is
an impossibility
to have a foot
in two camps
for those who choose
to have divided loyalties
there is
no bridging ramp
either they are friend or foe
they cannot have
a toe
in both boroughs
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
grinding myself hard onto your unzipped pants
i imagine clipping into your body and
shattering your programming
our lips meander into each other breaking
california law,
and simultaneously
finding anatomical peace
your **** thrusts through slacks an angry fist
and I wonder how eager my mouth looks on you
******* the decade between us
bridging the age gap with a rope of *****
lip to ***** in awe that I am
capable of making you ***
silly and heavy with excited hands
i fumble with my pants,
tucking my knees into my chest to slide them off my feet
my stomach disobeys me, spilling out
holding onto something desirable of mine so tight
you crush my fleeting abstinence
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
I found myself buried deep within the womb of creation
Lost, I climbed through the mud of life
Pulling myself up on the bones of the ancients
I broke through to the light, and heard the earth cry
Rise, Woman, Rise
I looked upon the face of the eternal
Reaching upward, I tried to touch the sky
So with my feet planted firmly in the past
I grew toward the future, bridging both earth and divine
And in me, the words rose once more,
Rise, Woman, Rise
After I had bridged the heavens,
After I had delved through the mud
I branched out towards the stars surrounding
Souls glittering in the lonely sky
Beckoned by a need, I reached to them
But just out of reach, they twinkled distantly
When a single answer I heard them call
Rise, Woman, Rise
And from my roots, I grew down deeper
And from my arms, I reached out high
With my fingers, stretched out longingly
Glancing over them, I swept the sky
Fingers clasped my own in their hands
Pulling me towards their brilliant light
Connected, I am tied to the universe
Woven into the web of life
And now, when I see another reaching,
I cry out the words that brought me here,
Rise, Woman, Rise
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Time is the eternal sculptor
Chiseling away through centuries
To create innovative masterpieces
Where many facets of life emerge
Bridging the past, present and future
Shaping the moments we dwell in
Where events are scheduled
To display the varied installations
Which cannot be replicated
Recorded in the chronicles of time
When our world will fade away
But time will be there till eternity
Relentlessly sculpting for the future
For, time brings change
And everything changes, except time itself
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
What a life! So short, yet looking very long
Offering so much but leaving souls yearning for some more.
Questions like; what it is, where it is and how to get through,
Keeps the mind wondering and the soul with a vacuum
If you know the creator of heaven and earth
And believe He sent His only Son in your stead
Who suffered shame and hung on the cross till death
Then you are an heir and you breathe the father’s breath
If you know that the father knows you not
And you feel like you’re ripe for that place that’s hot
If you’re stained and can’t be cleaned with water from tap.
Then, like a lost traveler, you are lost and in need of a map
If you believe you’re lost and desire direction
Reach for the Son whose spirit gives the instruction.
Engraved in His stripes is the way that leads to life
You only need to believe and He'll take your strive
The father has a home above, kept as our treasure
And desire to redeem man from his fall to this place of pleasure
He sent the son to make a way and stand in the gap
Bridging the way to our treasure; so we could follow Him the map
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
Broken into a million pieces,
living in this fear to break into a million more,
Making sure to tread with caution,
making sure I don't scream when I step on the thorns,
making sure I couldn't recall the last time I felt pain and mourned.
But someone felt my void inside,
Someone taught me there are no mistakes that cannot be healed
She taught me “healing exists to connect and not to perfect beings”.
I have found someone that makes me adore these fragments in me.
She is an alchemist working with gold,
healing those imperfections,
not hiding them in deep,
shaping them with trust,
molding them to fit back in,
trying to restore me with her palms,
blessing her magic on me
with that sacred art of Kintsugi.
Now the healed scars are in the shape of roses and daffodils,
now the vulnerabilities look gorgeous in me.
Her love is bridging my broken pieces,
now those lost and empty pieces are looking vivid.
Kissing those palms which made me believe,
breathing under her serenity,
now I felt peace in my reality.
Every imperfection seems unique to me.
Fragility, strength, and beauty,
now seem almost synonymous to one another.
To the one who rooted this resilience in me,
you mean the world to me.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
bridging across time and
emotional space
trails of fate coming together
tying in neat little knots
twisting strands of DNA
and the oils of our skin
cheap coffee, chewing gum
and newspapers read by serious men
crying children
and hollow adults
(crying on the inside)
dingy humans
walk clean floors
to fly
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
it was like waking up to all white fume
or a long washline — masturbatory, feeling something stiff like a hand gliding
over a monsoon of emotions, the affect
jazz and the crunch of fragrance
forever like sandalwood;
on my way to Dumandan, i conjure an inward miasma of thrill, unfurled yesterday, today, or was it before when our eyes were fixated on the passing of things in myriad ways without any relevance to what has died, say wilted,
like a flower going away in closing seasons,
children in hurtling speeds at twilight,
gates welcoming a resounding sound of
rusting hinges,
slow rise of night, its vertical climb,
shadows collapsing on the Hibiscus
and the Poinsettia from the Cordillera,
dreary men taking out ******* throwing
them into metalloid beasts, verdigris
painted, grisly caravan of steel and
worthless scraps —
past neighborhoods thinking about
the simmer of onion and the hustle of
the feral over rooftops, clinking wine bottles undulating full to empty — both
unaware of acumen and only dizzying
ourselves mirroring each other eye
to eye and bridging this unclose-enough
a gap in between,
because you need it,
and i want it, or simply in reverse,
a sidewinding thought through dunes
of afterthought.
because you have to walk my side
of the Earth and I have to meet you
somewhere halfway where we can both
lounge at each other's steady presence
while the flyblown dry air ravishes
the piquant morning, all-telling what
this distance meant from its
peak up to the very last
traceable steps where i found you
and you found me, trilling in the neighborhood like how void
stills itself into all the mood of the Earth:
all moony and
fretting in the disquiet.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
He raised up his head,
Trying to speak,
Yet speaking nothing.
She opened her mouth,
Trying to mutter words,
Yet nothing coming out.
I can't breathe
Words never to be forgotten
I can't breathe
Words we carry on placards
I can't breathe
Words kicking down whiteness
I can't breathe
Words doing-away with racism
I can't breathe
Words demanding equality
I can't breathe
Words bridging the white and black gap
I can't breathe
Words changing the times
I can't breathe
Words destroying white supremacy
I can't breathe
Words uniting colors
I can't breathe
Words uniting races
I can't breathe
Words signifying unity
I can't breathe
Words causing race inequality uproar
I can't breathe
Words knocking down white brutality
I can't breathe
Words ending police brutality
I can't breathe
Words
Great words
Creating equality for all race
Ending police brutality
Doing-away white supremacy
Uniting all race
Uniting all colors
A must for all nations
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
Glorifying amidst the snowy mountains bestowing
rivers with a splendid shine searching a land
to shower its warmth in a dense grassland,
sun rises with the dawn
like the spring blooming life in the lawn.
Cold on the cemetery lay like the corpse,
the flower in concealed corner of the lawn.
Life rejuvenates it to exhibit its charisma.
With its exquisite grace,
life fills the daffodils
blooming merrily in the meadows
with the exotic flush of odor enchanting thee .
Life of seven ages leaps and exits slyly like a stranger.
Neither the witty nor the wisest nor do the philosophers
can bamboozle the fate, neither can they preconceive
the lot ,the fate has in store in each slot
hence live the life with fullest enthusiasm and zeal,
the chariots of life bridging
the expedition between birth and rebirth.
Struggle the chill like a gladiator
stand undeterred by the worldly woes.
Life is symbolization of bluebells,lavenders
hedychiums planted on a deserted road,
blend of happiness and agony .
Surrendering to agony is pure escapism.
Each has to surrender on the altar of death
a day or later ,
but till life why not worship the life
like an idol enshrined in the temple
so when thee are asked of
satisfaction in the heavens high
thou may not quote "alas it could have been a day later"
rather thou may be the most enlightened
devotee to stay in the state of bliss and utmost salvation.
Men say life is mortal
But life is eternal you see,
the life is like a divine cascade of holy waters,
one drop dies ,other rejuvenates to life.
Till the nature lives, shall live
the men and generations yet to come.
Life is pouring like the nectar from the heaven's brink,
quite insane it would be to not drink the summary of life.
BY CHANDAN SHARMA
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
Generation gap, a beautiful distance
Epitome of TLC , a sweet sweet sense.
Grandpa’s stories about magical world
I sit fascinated in his arms curled.
On seeing me, his lips twitch a smile
His loving aura, leaves me beguile.
Albeit the gap, he understands me best
His laps are my favorite place to rest.
His eyes glitter up with joy,
With me he’s always frank, never coy.
Warmth from his hands makes me stronger,
He is getting old, I wish he stays longer.
How can any ever neglect them?
He is such a find, my own lucky gem.
When parents talk rude to him,
My eyes pool tears that one can swim.
They accuse him of not understanding,
Has daddy forgotten his days with him on the swing?
Grandpa gave up all for our good fortune,
Today they tell them their thoughts don’t anymore tune?
When I ask, momma calls it generation cap,
I believe with bad, they should roles swap.
This tired old soul soon won’t breathe anymore
The thought kills me, in pain I roar.
Grandpa is not a pain, you better understand
If in your old age, you want me hand.
Generation gap, a beautiful distance
Epitome of TLC, a sweet sweet sense.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Staring your thoughts in my neuron canvas...
where every cell signaling love....
Every memory pixel your ethereal face .
In the destiny , internal time and space.
Where i heal u into my deepest breathe .
Now the pain I consume, is enteral journey to infinite love ..
It's now the distance that bridging gap every second...
Everyday walk in the cloud thoughts on way,
See your shadow melt into mine and say -
travel in light ,on my milky way .
Drops welkin with tears oozing , in rain ,
Felt aura, her aurum soul regained .
Craving , sbapnacari come to reality , hover , don't airy ,
I flourish love, each micron heart ,u grown adult ,my garden fairy ...
by MAHi - GALAXY
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Words
That fiery flash
A stomach falls
The electric charge of shared breath
Lips just a brush away
Yearning for unpermitted closure
A symphony
In frenetic bridging
Tension
Touch
Taste
Sweet release
And the universe flips itself once more
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Frail demeanor of library index cards
packed with Dewey’s decimals
stared upon so many times
some of you stigmatized with graffiti
“Read This” and “Don’t Read This”
as if the vandal knows
I wish to ****** each one of you
good precise direction you give
care in punctilious hand print
of maimed athenaeum tenders
all with long stretched noses
bridging reading spectacles
eyeing out naughty gigglers
stigmatized themselves by
rolled up quaffs
with pushed in pencils
or retractable ballpoint pens
writing implements held so delicately
while you were ascribed
O index cards of my shielded youth
how you protected me, informed me
Guided me on treasure hunts
where my imaginings still take me
away, in isles of knowledge
information coded in numbers and letters
Yours is the power
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
i. iii.
Daliythers expand,
Afore man's image, bridging Nova's.
Twin flame heat;
Extra-amourials,
lantern's to be the
There were writing's. Star's.
On the wall's; carved
Afar, betwixt the jar's,
Wherein tear's art
Stored from children's
Long.
ii. iv.
Exuberance aroused. Me and mine Jane
Dark matter to ourn halo O' mine twin flame;
Me and mine Jane
From the heaven's whence
We came.
Head's; bairns of the super-
Natural, never born, never
Dead.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
listening to the clacking rounds
of traffic skipping beats...bridging
storms overhead.
watching her water below, break
a tide.
we're flowing together, she's never
the same--as i am not.
we both know when to leave each
other be, and when not.
a wind falls and spreads her many
faces today--and i keep mine as
straight as death.
we keep at our reasons, till we spit
them out.
she's unsheathing a shimmering
sword across the Manhatten/Bronx skyline...
and she's telling me it's a **** good fight.
i lower my head, and make intermittent
eye contact with a respect that bears the
brunt of being Mothered~
i spend more and more time at her feet...
because she courses no return.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Today
the earth
below me
provided energy
the grass and trees
around me
provided energy
the sky
above me
provided energy
the sun
beyond me
provided energy
Giving
in unique ways
asking
nothing in return
Red and Orange
from the earth
Yellow
from the sun
Green
from the grass and trees
Blue
from the sky
Chakras opened
to receive
spinning in glee
absorbing these gifts
I feel life,
and alive
I feel love,
and loved
Love in the balance
Love in the beauty
Love in the bounty
I have waited for spring
longing for just this flow
conversion of perception
shifting the Assemblage point
From this new fulcrum
comes further recognition
we are here learning
to create safe
nurturing spaces
for each other
Our gifts to give
are to respect
to encourage
to celebrate
to support
to cherish
to shelter
to create
to listen
to guide
to adore
to heal
Living
Loving
Unconditionally
Visualize this space
Deep roots of a tree anchoring
Strong trunk of a tree supporting
Branches of a tree expanding creation
Leaves of a tree celebrating life
Allowing each other
to be and express
in safety and love
we may create this
as gifts for each other
manifesting in our Power
bridging Heavens and Earth
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
In your eyes
I see the reflection of love
With all its beauty
Mixed with the burning pain of
One who can't be mine
In your eyes
I see a galaxy of possibilities
Bridging the gap
Of a history yet to be written
And a bittersweet memory
In your eyes
I see the light and heat
Of compassion
As you behold my torment
To abate my breaking heart
In your eyes
I see myself in a different life
And I wish
I could stay locked in your gaze
Forever ......
(C) Pixievic
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
She couldn't express her grief
but knew this tangible loss,
felt affinity with old bones
a bond with lost loved ones.
She cleaved close to those,
it being in her very nature
a clan thing - family loyalty,
bridging a long span of years.
Her trunk trumpeted, mutely,
while lowering a sister's tusk
softly on the blanched shards
of the ancestor herds, tendered
in this final act of fellowship
from one gentle giant to another.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Hearts are not constant,
They each have many shades,
Their colour depends not on themselves,
But the light shining on them.
In the light they radiate beauty,
Each hue complimenting the other,
But in shade they lose focus,
And at night they are lost completely.
But Hearts are not black,
They only appear dark,
Nor are they red,
As even the most loving know hate.
Instead they span a spectrum,
Each unique,
But made of the same,
Primary emotions.
Hearts are pastels,
When touched they merge,
Blending towards each other,
Bridging the gap.
Although they cannot always fuse completely,
There will always be enough different colours,
For hearts to find companionship,
And trust, if not love.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
I’m not sure
But I feel like bridging the gap between you just to stand on the edge of it and jump off
But jumping off of it is something I want and don’t want to do
But you’re so different and I’m so tired
And we’re both bored kids during lonely winter nights
They call it ‘summer love’
But except for summer holidays and warm weather, there’s not much I enjoy about it
It’s odd, but I've never been drawn to the cold weather until this year
Even though the sweetest things have happened when snowflakes quietly blanket everything
Hushing the world to stop and rest
Weighing down the boughs of evergreens ever so slightly
When houses smell of gingerbread and vanilla and the shadows of candlelight flickers on the wall
It’s always been a romantic season, even if the weather outside is frightful
But it reminds me of the boy with the camera in his hands, taking pictures of everything so it wouldn't feel like we were miles away
And that boy with the camera is still just miles away
And the photographs are just photographs, and those have stopped for about a year or more
I’m trying to be patient, trying to calm this heart of mine
Because it’s fickle, and although it enjoys the glitter of the Christmas season
It shivers in the winter and will snuggle up to anyone except to me
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC