Poems about bridge (51 Poems)
Before the ice is in the pools (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Before the ice is in the pools – Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow – Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas tree, Wonder upon wonder Will arrive to me! What … Continue reading
Faith — is the Pierless Bridge (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Faith — is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not – Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at … Continue reading
Worthy Places (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; the first was to the outside loo (the only loo but where at least the toilet paper could be read), … Continue reading
Don’t talk to me of War (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Don’t talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I’m sound of limb and strong of will, my mind as clear as when we learnt those gory lessons founded by our forebears; I’m whole … Continue reading
Blue Bridge (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy leaves, heroines of green, frosted with silver. Praise the litter of torn paper, mulch and sticks, the spiny holly, its … Continue reading
The Road to Roundabout (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the bridge at Slough; Went up against a Loathly Worm That wasted all the Downs, And so the roads they twist … Continue reading
The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away, over the hills and far away There came a crawling … Continue reading
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! O’er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright, He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter’d boots, … Continue reading
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness! They, … Continue reading
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But … Continue reading