“I never burned any bridges but they all collapsed from the weight of my sadness.”
― Nitya Prakash

Photograph by Ricardo Gomes Angel, found on Unsplash.

“When you are too afraid to cross and you never want to cross, bridges begin to appear constantly in front of you; it's as if the universe is encouraging you not to limit your life because of your fears and asking you to free yourself by crossing the boundaries you have drawn by yourself!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

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“The easiest way to leave this world without leaving this world is to stand in the middle of a bridge and watch the surroundings!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

Photograph by Meduana, found on Unsplash.

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Bridge-life open the room and pass
Through greenfield upside down.

The air I feel not mine
I the passerby move forward
With open eyes to see
The light multiplicity.

Mine is the room of watertight
If I want to know something
I dipped ding and
Diminish in dim dike.

I am the water I am the light
I am in this world
This world is mine
For convenience
Different names given
To identify temporarily
Different places.
Names are not true
The world is true I am in this world
I am true.
Names are no true
And true names are there
They are true
You can modify
You can change
You cannot modify
You cannot change.

Bridgelife always here
always alltimes to come
The world is alive
So I am.

Gajanan Mishra

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Dry wit
dampens the past
water under my bridge

Ned Flanders

Photograph by Tim Hufner, found on Unsplash.

oh the dates are here
so ready to pass the bridge
a new world awaits

Marty King

Photograph by Tomas Val, found on Unsplash.

Bridge to nowhere
If you speak to river
Who is the king of nothing

Gregory Golden

Photograph by Tom Van Hoogstraten, found on Unsplash.

Bridge to Oblivion

steadily walking
toward stars of swirling light
darkness all around...

Brandee Augustus

Photograph by Ce Xu, found on Unsplash.

To bridge—adjoin, to the fabric of worth. combine, entwine in purpose, with earth.

Feel the essence of breath, coalesce with the living air. To grow, build, bridge— this inner island, somewhere.

Thither, across the stormy waters, at last, touch that distant release. Bridge—the heart, bind, embrace with the life, of love's peace.

Colorofsky Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Photograph by Sen Lee, found on Unsplash

A Bridge-Crossing

Gaining a bridge will keep us apart,
Open this only now
Describing us totally and satisfactorily,
With arms in the hope of reaching
I concern the older generation.
My wizardry fetched intelligence
As this brings mathematics, farther than the eye
Inside of which is super fluid,
Glue to make the hearing and over.
A blind crossing will enter the book
Fists clenched and covers handled.

Naveed Akram

Photograph by Angelo Pantazis, found on Unsplash

I guess you're not alone I fear you're alone
There's, of course, poetry:
awful bridge rising over naked air: I first
took it as just a continuation of the road:
"a masterpiece of engineering
praised, etc.
" then on the radio:
"incline too steep for ease of, etc.
"
Drove it nonetheless because I had to
this being how— So this is how
I find you: alive and more

Adrienne Rich

Photograph by Timothy Kolczak, found on Unsplash.

First we build bridges
With Lego bricks
In primary colours
And we move on
To build bridges
From words
With tought
In many languages
Because we have to
And we build bridges
In steel and concrete
Between islands and peninsulas
Between us and them
We prioritise bridges
With our money
On our money
To showcase magnificence
And to replace expired glories
And we cross bridges
In real life and cyberspace
To seek community
In alternate relations
Outside the confines
Of Hans Christian Andersen’s quiet pond.

Patricia Drake

Photograph by Silas Baisch, found on Unsplash.

When the sun goes down we need a light so we burn our bridges down

And holding each other tight in fright We know we cannot go back because all our bridges are down

. . . . the sun has gone down but a full moon of love is rising we will see our way forward

I won't look back if you won't there is no turning back are you with me ?

The bridge burning away to yesterday too hot to hang onto . . . ouch ! Let it go for today

South by Southwest

Photograph by Shahmie Mahmoud, found on Unsplash

tall bridge steppingstone
to a paradise so bright
world gone instantly

Marty King

Photograph by Kate Kasiutich, found on Unsplash.

“The Minotaur comes and goes. He has for centuries. And there have been many bridges.

The Minotaur pauses, as he walks, midway through the covered bridge that serves, in more ways than one, as the entrance to Old Scald Village. He rests his heavy snout against one of the wooden trusses. The Minotaur likes this portal, both ingress and egress, a breach in the terribly human construct of time.”
― Steven Sherrill, The Minotaur Takes His Own Sweet Time

Photograph by Meritt Thomas, found on Unsplash.