Treasure Island

Richard Betts

(December 8,1964 / Philadelphia, PA)

Bridge


He decided to leave her past behind,
And keep her love a little more confined.

So they slipped away with no farewell,
Telling falsehoods they knew would sell.

Desperate to flee those they deceived,
They tried to alter the way they were perceived.

So we watched them build a bridge of lies,
And slink across to the other side.

They cower there with their backs to the crowd,
Hands in their pockets, heads to the ground.

Sometimes we see them and they divert their eyes,
As they gag on the final pieces of their pride.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Bridge by Richard Betts )

Enter the verification code :

  • Marina Gasbey (7/27/2010 9:24:00 AM)

    Wow, another poem packed with meaning. I like your style of writing! Thanks again, Marina. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Right Now, D.L. Aceves
  2. Parasite, Cyndi K. Encinares Gacosta
  3. clueless life..., veeraiyah subbulakshmi
  4. An anonymous smile, Cyndi K. Encinares Gacosta
  5. Where, Cyndi K. Encinares Gacosta
  6. I don't sleep, Cyndi K. Encinares Gacosta
  7. First Visit to the Old Port, Cyndi K. Encinares Gacosta
  8. Youth, Naveed Khalid
  9. Eureka Moments Lost In Noise, Terence G. Craddock
  10. *SOULFUL SILENCE, C. P. Sharma

Poem of the Day

poet George Gordon Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]