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Burning Bridges
Burning Bridges
Have you ever been
sitting in your car
waiting for the train to pass.
You can't go over and can't go under it
Your ass is wet with sweat.
Have you ever been
driving down the road
the road sudden ends
The river is flowing the
road isn't going
You can't find a bridge.
Things happen everyday
going down the road
Things always get in your way
and having no place to go.
A friend is like a bridge
When you knock
They smile and say come on in
They help you get over
the things in the road
That seem to get in your way.
The world is a funny place
changing all the time
Everybody has a path that they take
Sometimes their going blind.
Make a friend wherever you go
You never know when you need a friend
Going down that path you chose
You may run into them again.
Have you ever seen a burning bridge
This is one you can't use
Theirs nothing left of this bridge to take
You can't go down this road.
Burning bridges
You can't cross over them.
Burning Bridges
Never to be used again
So when you make a friend
Don't be a fool
Keep in touch, be a friend
and they may be one too
Comments
Esker
Thu, 2017-01-05 23:31
evening Chef!
love of the eighties...
great writing....Love bridges...
knew the torchers the scorchers..
shrug...gotta be more..
I make friends...
waypoints...
I loved the GPS when I had to drive
(aint got no liscense..but when I was
I was a top notch driver)
no wish too now...Got a new bike
fresh from the dumpster..bit of tinkering
strip it of markings...Like my old army
jackets..First thing is to razor blade the
stitches..NO MARKINGS...DONT WEAR WHITE
born alongside this...not into it....just as the same
cranking the evenings music...1967 DOORS ALBUM
strange days etc...what I listened too then
think of Apocalypse Now..movie we watched in the school
auditorium...smiling thinking about those times...
the cool teachers...the great styles...the pretty girls...
typing tonight with fingers black from chain grease..
like working on the cars in winter in the shop...
timing chains...etc...
great titles....
Welcome!
Mr Wolf!
Sparrow
Sat, 2017-01-07 03:33
Chef
A good write I will have more time tomorrow to sort out more feedback for you.
Yours Ian.
PS:- this is next day and I agree with Loved that you should edit and make your works into poetry.
You have a great base and theme just the layout and poetic form or even write them in free form..
.
Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti
Chef Don
Tue, 2017-01-10 08:05
Getting It Right
Hi Ian, thank you for your critique. Something so easy to do and should
be done without thought. I am a Chef by career status but have been pulled
like in a tug of war with myself for years. Knowing which road to go is one of life's greatest challenges. I call it hearing the word. I am 52 and have always been healthy, working seventy to eighty hours a week. Not having time to do
what gives me passion. I left my career to write and lost a lot but feel more life in me then I ever have. I am looking for direction to get my new career off to the races. Thank you Donald R. Bosch
lovedly
Fri, 2017-01-06 22:05
I have read your full bio
and
then both your poems too
May I congratulate you
for being a good story teller .
But in poetry
breaks must do
else it's like a story book
you have
a wonderful outlook
What authors say
in ages
poets say in fewer words
not even pages....
hope some
poetic attention
okay attraction
will do
Chef Don
Tue, 2017-01-10 08:14
Looking Forward
Hi Lovedly, thank you so much for you attention to detail.
I look forward in showing you some poetic style in the future.
Life has a funny way of showing some of the simple things
that we learn and forget. To some it goes unnoticed to others
it sticks out like walking down the street without your clothes.