
I am a bridge.
Beautiful, hardcore
to the extreme.
Life at high speed,
these winds and
weights don’t bother me.
I twist and turn under
the slightest pressure;
a single word whispered
and the wind sends me reeling,
but I will not break. I am a bridge.
Magnificent, a creation
to last a lifetime.
Undulations and physics
will not conquer me.
Keep piling on your words and
winds; I shall not buckle. Traffic Control names me
safety hazard.
A threat to those
who travel on
and across me.
The populace names me
Gallopin' Gertie.
A fun-filled ride for
thrill seekers.
The wind names me
new target.
I am a bridge.
I have broken. Tacoma Narrows, by Riencuran
katiedjoy faz 1 ano
i wish i could have this as my background
Aribluepants faz 1 ano
Do you live in Tacoma?? Because I do :] This is sadd tho....you know they built the new bridge right??
meggylynn faz 1 ano
I love this really good
souljakrisi faz 1 ano
i love this glog
Oogie19 faz 1 ano
Haha I got the metaphor. It's good, spectacular actually. Metaphorical poems are actually the best.
Riencuran faz 1 ano
This isn't about a bridge. I know it sounds like it is, but it isn't. The bridge is a metaphor, even though it was a real bridge. Just thought I'd add that =]