Burned Bridges

Write a poem about burned bridges. Simple as that. I want a poem about wanting to go back to a place you're not sure you can because of burned bridges. I myself am going to write one about this and probably post it here too so you can see it. Yours can have a happy or sad ending. I like happy, but am not opposed to sad at all!
Rules
No profanity
Nothing provocative, sensual, or immoral
Must RHYME!
Nothing religious

Thanks and have fun! The deadline will be next saturday...the 13th I think.
HAVE FUN WITH IT!
Charisma*

P.S. My own version of this poem is at my poems and is called Burned Bridges. lol so original I know.

Reserve moi!

well...i dont think i really have had any but me and my argue about really stupid things...so i think i can make something up...but dont count on it...

reserve me plz

sure np. There really aren't reserves though. Just copy and paste, and when I feel there's enough, I'll close and judge!
Charisma*

alrighty...im still tryin to think of something

This is still my favorite of all my poems about this one particular person, er, my 'relationship' with him. I mean it's still a relationship, protagonist/antagonist is a relationship. Just not a very ideal one.
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Miss You
by Holy Hellcat

I know it's cliche to say this
And there's no way to say it without it
sounding like some cheesy pick-me-up line
But I've been missing you again lately

I know I shouldn't, I have no reason
Missing something that never happened
We're better off living separated
Never thinking of each other again

But you and I both know how weak I am
It was my weakness that brought us to an end
But I can't help missing you, missing every you
I miss your heart, the way you care
I miss your dreams and your hopeless hair

I miss your canned laughter, toothy grin
I miss the fur upon your chin
I miss you so much more than you'll ever see
I even miss the way you always ignored me

I miss your teasing and vain grace
I miss your open palm and bruises on her face
I miss drunken violence, the bitter atheist
Your suicidal fear of death, I miss your arrogance

I miss the days you wanted to know me
I miss our tragicomic romance
But mostly I'm just missing you
Because I missed my chance

I miss you like a bad dream
It's all that I have left
A mirage coated fantasy
I miss being your friend

You can't miss something that you never had
I never wanted it to be this way
I never wanted it to be this way

umm...just a question...u mean burning/burned bridges as in like...u had a fight with ur husband/wife like 5 yrs ago and now uve learned to forget about it...

b4 i post and make myself look like a bigger fool then i already feel like lol

sorry, I should have been clearer. I want it about either burned bridges that have healed, or just burning bridges in general...places you can't go back to and make right again. if everyone could, i'd appreciate putting something the effect of "burned bridges" in the poem. If you need an example, visit mine. Thanks everyone!
Charisma*

POEM TITLE: This Burning Bridge
POEM:

Here I lay
No love to lust for
I’ve never been so lonely before

Oh! Gone is love
Gone from my heart
The day you tore my soul apart
Oh! Gone I am
Oh! Gone I'll be
I’ll be gone for eternity

You know I know
You know I do
As tears and silence fills the room
This emptiness
Placed on my chest
You were the best
... You failed the test

You know... you know
You’re sure of what you have done wrong

I’m gone... I’m gone...
You chose to stop our wedding song

And here I am, blue tears are black
This bridge is burnt, no turning back
It seems so wrong, I must go on
I have been hurting for much too long

You know that I’m gone...
He knows just what he has done wrong...

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It’s something that he cannot fix
He can't rebuild this burning bridge
It’s slowly burning to the ground
I won't look back or turn around
I will move on because I must
Not cause I look for newborn lust
It’s cause I have to find a way
To rid myself of all this pain
To cleanse my heart and cleanse my soul
So I can walk along this road
I must so that I can survive
I don't need you, to stay alive
I’m gone as you look upon me
And see the person that I’ll be
With passion, you'll see what you lost
Without the match, there'd be no spark
And if you didn't burn this bridge
I’d still be there to travel it
You know I’m gone, you lost the game
I know you'll never change your ways
And by this time it is rebuilt
You won't have me to pay the bill

You had to play with fire, now you pay the price that's due
And by the time you pay it back, I will be over you

LINK:
http://www.best-love-poems.com/poems.php?id=802090

k is the second poem just one you did, or just something you wanted us to read? It's beautiful but It doesn't come with an explanation of who wrote it or what it's for....you can only enter once so if both of these are yours, please choose ONE to enter. Thanks!
Charisma*

THEY ARE BOTH THE SAME POEM
lol!

and i, stephen white wrote it. I wrote it to get over my asshole ex-boyfriend...
and of course, it didn't work.

okay cool. Just such an unexpected change in flow and the squiggles that seemed to seperate it confused me. But it's good. So thank you!
Charisma*

Bridges are Burned

Bridges are burned and then they fall,
His deceitful ways destroyed it all.
This man I tell of, had no place to live,
A family's generosity, had one to give.

They lived in a home, with a beautiful girl,
Big brown eyes, black hair without curl.
Innocence taken, when she was about eight
Parents weren't home, but out working late.

He was trusted to watch her, there with his wife,
Not knowing this would, one day change their life.
He harmed the young child, while his wife slept,
And for 5 years long, this secret was kept.

Until one summer day, he did it again,
To his wife's sister and one of her friends.
They were the ones who finally told,
And the girl told her mom, a secret so old.

The girl had struggled with this all alone,
While her abuser lived happily, there in her home.
Then whisked off to jail, he was gone at last,
A family was left there, to deal with the past.

The irreversible damage and pain that they feel,
Caused them to give this sick man a deal.
The girls didn't want to see this man ever,
To testify for them, was too big an endeavor.

They now are awaiting, the fate of this man,
For the girls to have closure, if they possibly can.
The perpetrator on trial, for all to see,
I'm glad in the end, the truth was set free.

Bridges for him, were built and then burned,
A court and God, will give what he's earned.
I say to this man to have some repentance,
And I ask of the judge, maximum sentence.

Copyright©2007 Rachel Barnett

* This is based on a true story. The sentencing is on 2/01/07*

Don't know if this meets the criteria. I thought it ironic that I wrote this and then my mom told me about this contest and she wanted me to enter it......

Bridges are Burned (edited for the contest)

Bridges are burned and then they fall,
His deceitful ways destroyed it all.
This man I tell of, had no place to live,
A family's generosity, had one to give.

They lived in a home, with a beautiful girl,
Big brown eyes, black hair without curl.
Innocence taken, when she was about eight
Parents weren't home, but out working late.

He was trusted to watch her, there with his wife,
Not knowing this would, one day change their life.
He harmed the young child, while his wife slept,
And for 5 years long, this secret was kept.

Until one summer day, he did it again,
To his wife's sister and one of her friends.
They were the ones who finally told,
And the girl told her mom, a secret so old.

The girl had struggled with this all alone,
While her abuser lived happily, there in her home.
Then whisked off to jail, he was gone at last,
A family was left there, to deal with the past.

The irreversible damage and pain that they feel,
Caused them to give this sick man a deal.
The girls didn't want to see this man ever,
To testify for them, was too big an endeavor.

They now are awaiting, the fate of this man,
For the girls to have closure, if they possibly can.
The perpetrator on trial, for all to see,
I'm glad in the end, the truth was set free.

Bridges for him, were built and then burned,
They wait for the court, to give what he's earned.
I say to this man to have some repentance,
And I ask of the judge, maximum sentence.

Copyright©2007 Rachel Barnett

* This is based on a true story. The sentencing is on 2/01/07*

My mom is a poet on this site. She's debbylyn.

thanks for the minor adjustment. and Yeah, i remember that now. She's really good!
Charisma*

wow.

I think I'll do this..
No promises..
But, I'm going to try right now.

Burning Bridge.

Fire representing my faith.
Bridge representing my life.
Ashes representing my faults.
And, Rain representing my courage.

It's covering the path I want.
Taking the memories I made.
Breaking the hearts that broke me.
And, replacing my life of facade.

The fire goes down,
just to come back.
The rain pours out,
to show the things I lack.

The dreams fade,
just to make new.
The love soars,
as I break in two.

The bridge never breaks,
not since the start.
The fire becomes one.
( with ashes, rain, bridge)
never tearing apart.

My faith captivates
all the lost souls.
Showing them home,
and making them whole.

My bridge wont burn down.
Until the day I die.
And, my fire wont burn out,
no matter how many tears I cry.

I haven't been in the 'mood' to write, and this is what came out.. I hope you enjoy it. =] Sorry it's so long..
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Capture

Decay swept across the lands, across the very burden of life,
Fire arose in the darkest of the nights, speaking of its strife.
Lies were kept and secrets found across this land,
Across many places, I looked down to see the world in my hands.
Such a delicate morsel to be forbidden I held,
Deep within as the storms of gods quietly quelled.
Facading, burning bridges all around my sight
Bleed for the thought of life and everyone's fight.
Held in my hands, sun shining brightly, a beauty to all,
These burning bridges stand, for they will not fall.

On the other side a precious bit of hope is lain
To taunt me of bitter lies and worthless hope that remain.
Burning so brightly, dangerously, in precious light of fire
Hope remains on life's side, I on death as my only desire.
Crawling to the fire, I lay by the remains of death,
As I take lay to my final, agonizing rest.
Yet, as I lift my head to a whistle in my mind,
The rain pours down on desolate bridges I do find;
The fire dies and hope prevails on the other side,
As burning bridges smolder, looking at me are hope and pride.
Smiling a catchy, friendly smile for the world to see,
These burning bridges died, yet they will not capture me.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

I'm closing this one day early. The winner is
Rachel Barnett.
Your poem was amazing and touching and sad all at the same time. Thank you for being willing to share this!
Your prize will be 2 comments and votes!
Charisma*