#bard poems on Hello Poetry

Derrick Jason Smith Dec 2023

The word is on the wind herself and whispers secret stories of learning to the wise of heart and mind,

This is in her ever, so sweet whispers of life itself.

The word is in the flames of a great forest fire,

Which brings new growth and insight to the wise after the flames have gone from the forest again.

The word is in the earth herself from which a new seedling can grow into a great Birch tree herself.

The word is found flowing down the rivers of the land to the seven oceans of the world.

Then falls in rainfall on the land again to bring new growth on the needy land again.

So seek the new dawn's light each day within yourself and you will find The Secret Bard within yourself,

So seek the new dawn's light each day within yourself and you will find The Secret Bard within yourself,

So seek the new dawn's light each day within yourself and you will find The Secret Bard within yourself.

(30/12/2023)

#the #secret #bard

Ceyhun Mahi Feb 2022

Ancient Poets

I speak with poets old and almost ancient,
Pressing their books against my burning chest,
Trying to stay with their verses patient,
Understood by few, complex to the rest.
I read the sonnets of the lovestruck Bard,
In little books who're filled with lofty meanings,
Finding it sometimes easy, and sometimes hard
To really understand 'bout what he sings.
My colored imagination is filled
With worlds unknown to windows of souls,
Right there, only with sweet tenderness build,
Making it easier to reach my goals,
I travel, see and float with poetry,
To gates of other worlds, while she's my key.

#poetry #shakespeare #bard #passion

anonymousthinker Jan 2021

the lonely bard

The lonely bard sits
in the shade of a tree
strumming his lute
for you and me

he has been rhyming for quite some time
born with a gift
he plays, and plays
his fingers so swift

Alas, no one will pass
but he keeps on playing
he will stay here forever
even when his body starts decaying

He has become a legend
but what is left to see
a finely carven lute
resting next to a tree

Bards where always strumming in the royal court, but was there ever one that never played for anyone but himself?

#lonely #bard #music #tree #lute

Traveler Jan 2021

Bard For Hire

(Romanticized not derogatory)

A bard is a poet
But not all poets are bards
I love to sing
And play my guitar

Dancing comes natural
Spinning on one toe
I take a gracious bow
Into a power pose

I’m more then the rest
My poetry’s the best
I recite the hero’s creed
I lead the chant
In a warrior stance
Into the violent streets

The news of the day
Rolls off of my tongue
Stanzas dressed to please
To the local tavern
The patrons run
To drink and brawl with me

Barmaids to breed
Sweet honey mead
The good life
Yes the good life indeed!
I make a loud toast
A salute to our host
Another round on me!

Traveler Tim

This Bards double as the bouncers
We all do our part

Traveling from place to place
It true
I am a
Itinerant Musician and Trader
I am a antique vendor with my own flea market
I write poetry and play guitar on stage whenever I can
Who knew the description of Bard would fit me so precisely.

#bardd #bard #travelertim #tradertim #travler

Kagiso Universalis Dec 2020

I Am The Raccoon

But what does that mean?
I am the raccoon
Oblivious I’ve been

I once was a monkey
To make laugh was to live
I still am a monkey
much joy I still give

The monkey inside me
Might act as a cloak
Was the monkey inside me
Joker or Joke

The monkey, the mask
I thought it not me
The monkey, the mask
I did not yet see
That the monkey, the mask
Is a part of me

I am the raccoon
In case someone asks
I am the raccoon
Master of masks

A fox I once felt me
and foxy I was
A hunter I felt me
slick tongue and sharp jaws

The fox he was smart
And good at love’s game
But the fox he knew
Quick love ain’t the same

The fox, the mask
Charming and sly
The fox, the mask
Was wondering why
Why the fox, the mask
So hard he did try

I am the raccoon
Though cute my appeal
I am the raccoon
Your heart I will steal

The lion I’ve played
When time came to lead
The lion I’ve played
By word and by deed

When I was the lion
The orders I gave
When I was the lion
Like a king I’d behave

The lion, the mask
With a queen by my side
The lion, the mask
At the head of the pride
Felt the lion, the mask
Was not my true hide

I am the raccoon
I finally see
I am the raccoon
The masks they are me
Yet behind all these masks
Hides my curious mind
A little raccoon
Caring and kind
When he scavenges life
Happiness he does find
He shares it with all
And leaves no-one behind
🦝🐵🦊🦁🐘🐅🦓

The Raccoon is my spirit animal
And an artistic lense through which I view myself
This poem is my artist manifesto
It grows as I obtain new masks
And learn to put those to good use

#animals #masks #hiding #talent #artist #art #bard #bardic

Jammit Janet Jul 2020

#5 (A Bard Serenade)

Taking a chance to roll the die,
Hoping to land a critical strike,
On your heart,

I’ll be by your side,
Singing you songs about the feelings I can’t hide,
I’ll be your bard,
In disguise,

My turns next,
And I can’t wait,
To see if the die brings us any closer to our first date,

You’re as wonderful as they come,
No DM can deny it,
The way you light up the room,
With your dancing lights,
That you cast from behind your eyelids,

Let’s get a pint,
And start to unwind,
As I tell you the tales,
Of how you stole this heart o’ mine.

#positivepoetry #dungeonsdragons #dd #bard #serenade

TheWitheredSoul Apr 2020

The Lost Bard

Men sing songs that are sought through sorrows.

Men hide feelings better than women when a man begins to break he thinks of all the souls that look up to him and will always choose to bury it deep in his heart.
There is nothing more divine than a man's love towards his closest for his impulse to provide for them is stronger and fierce than any storm there is.

#men #sad #song #sorrow #light #soul #broke #bard

S I N Jan 2020

The Bard

He was, he is, and ever will be
The most famous bard; by th’ name of Will; he
A question posed that’s baffled generations
“To be, or not to be...”; by these one very very words alone
reserved himself he the star-studded throne
Among th’ infinite constellations
From whence he came, and whither he did go:
For ‘ndeed ‘tis was for him too much ado;
Too much alike to those one star-crossed lovers
He was unhappy in his life; but once it’s over
Was - he did arise; not from his grave,
But to eternity to thrive
Among th’ eternal things, fair and sublime
With not even the palest peer,
Or the worthy rival to challenge his position
Where he still stands as if the exhibition’s
Greatest monument; which, well, he is
That shines so bright so no one could him miss

#legacy #swan #poet #bard

Anthony Pierre Nov 2019

Shakespeare's Seaside Sonnet

On islands of the tropics sweetly sets
over poignant scented bistros and tide
on a rich apricot, painted canvas
a gentle warmth for winter's hostile chide

As bare footed limps deep into the sand
To chirps, to giggles; crashing surf so glad
Briskly washing away all memory
of the wintered homage of Avon's bard

A pale mat lays hush, as red kites ascend
to prey in vast fields of his frigid shire
From a window's sill, his eyes thus pretend
A sonnet on the seaside's to retire

Seldom he escapes winter's icy grip
Shakespeare seaside sonnet: a mental trip

A sonnet for my friends in their winter estate

#sonnet #seaside #shakespeare #bard #avon #poetry #escape #islands