Echo
A bridge is a connection,
 A transition point,
A road,
As you cross it you feel scared,
An urge to flee,
 And yet one to go on,
The bridge is cold,
A breeze is blowing,
 Ruffling the leaves,
 Cleaning the air,
You see the bridges end,
Your footsteps echo,
 For the last part of the voyage,
You walk across,
To different worlds and foreign lands,
Colors,
Acceptance of difference,
A happy alternative,
But why can’t we build a bridge,
One to a foreign land,
One joining us together,
Where suffering is just an echo,
The bridge is there,
 But so far away,
Maita , Ambrit Rome International School




Freedom
You are the mountain,
Covered in snow,
The snow is heavy,
And light,
You feel cold,
And tired,
You feel suffocated under the snow,
You shudder trying to through of the snow,
Freedom,
No weight,
Tossing snow to the ground,
Grey slush,
Flowing down,
Beautiful,
Powerful,
Silence,
A wisp of snow,
And cold breathe ,
Maita , Ambrit Rome International School


Back to 6T Poems