Burning Bridges Poem by Christa D

Burning Bridges

Rating: 5.0


When the verso of the idyllic world enters the scene,
Each " I love you" is a boomerang of blazing spear.
The hours soar between dark clouds of frustration.
Rumbles of famished souls give birth to night owls,
When sweet words are as punctual as shooting stars.
Even a speck of affection requires a standing ovation.
Which thread still holds the skeleton of this bond?

Tuesday, April 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: break up,love,relationship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Random person 10 April 2019

Powerful imagery Very nice

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A Poetry lover 03 April 2019

Wonderful poem! Great imagery! Congratulations to the poet!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 03 April 2019

A lovely poem, dear Ma'am Christa....10+++++++++++++

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C F 02 April 2019

Very well written poem, the images you paint are quite unique. I love this line: When sweet words are as punctual as shooting stars. 10+

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