Paul Gerard Reed

The Ridge - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

We are sitting on the ridge
Looking down at our youth
Which lies forlorn in the valley;
We have burnt each bridge
In search of the truth
For our spirits to rally;
Each one of us a sepia image
Transfixed in time
Thoughts no longer golden;
Hurled by the world’s scrimmage
We have lost the rhyme
Our pasts in trust beholden.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about The Ridge by Paul Gerard Reed

  • Veteran Poet - 1,748 Points Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/15/2014 6:24:00 AM)

    Hello Paul the poet. Thank you for your review of my poem SAND. I enjoyed this piece of yours as well. Loyd (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 12:06:00 PM)

    A nicely written poem. Enjoyed reading! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 69,929 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/14/2014 8:52:00 AM)

    trust beholden, good writing, thanks.
    Please read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 14, 2014

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