Bridge Poems
The Wind On The Ledge
by Chloe Foster
The wind scatters her hair,
The fragile fabric of her shirt clings to her back.
The wind attempts to push her forward,
As her crowded and crammed mind begins to retract.
Trapped in a memory,
Existing in the exhausting grasp of the past,
Her world; wrapped up in a few moments,
A box of trauma and pain that has yet to pass.
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The Bridge
by Ghairo Daniels
The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
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Howrah Bridge
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
They built me with their sweats
And enslaved blood
As a high mark of their might
Wearing the chest of Calcuttan culture.
Since then I have been standing strong
On my plastered feet
Like the two mammoth poles bound together
Yet as different as East and West.
Bridging the gulf between the people,
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Bajo El Puente Del Río, Texas, USA
by Hébert Logerie
Bajo el puente Del Río están parados, atascados, estacionados
Miles de inmigrantes Haitianos, no Ucranianos
Francamente, si fueran estos últimos, no serían sancionados
Detenidos, humillados, maltratados y deportados como Haitianos
Como rebaños de ganado a centros de detención en México o en su Patria
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas, USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
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The Bridge
by Ghairo Daniels
The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
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The Bridge
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
We call her Oma.
She’s a simple, old, haggard wooden bridge
In my neighbourhood,
On the shaved navel of the forest, heavy and solemn,
With the colour of an aged, wizened python,
Spotted here and there and striped there and then.
So ramshackle, but friendly, cosy to the naked feet,
With that royal smell of wood-cellar combined with
The health of ancient wine.
Nothing more . . . .
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas, USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
Migrants, like all of us, are simply seeking a better life on a different land
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Sob A Ponte Del Rio, Texas, EUA
by Hébert Logerie
Sob A Ponte Del Rio, Texas, EUA.
Sob a ponte Del Rio eles estão parados, presos, estacionados
Milhares de imigrantes Haitianos, não Ucranianos
Francamente, se fossem os últimos, não seriam penalizados
Detidos, humilhados, maltratados e deportados como Haitianos
Como rebanhos de gado para centros de detenção no México ou em sua terra natal
É estúpido, triste, odioso e nojento ver os tratamentos bárbaros
E as humilhações infligidas a eles pelos agentes da Patrulha de Fronteira
Que são descendentes de migrantes pobres e antes desesperados
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