#bending - Hello Poetry

As people, we bend and we break, more often than not for the sake of another. There’s a reason why bending comes first, like the river trailing down to the lake on a late summer night. The same path winding, splitting, running, flowing, rushing in the other direction. Bending; it bends, twists and curves all the way. From one side of the planet to the other; break of day. And I thought lighthouses were made to stop ships from sinking. But the stars and moon are blinding me and I can’t see a single thing. So I just keep on drowning, drowning, drowning in a polluted sea. The lingering ash and dust on my fingertips is washed away by the water. Yet when I try to resurface, all I smell and see, is copper. Don’t paint my body with the same shade of black that everyone else has. I know it’ll get washed away by the current. But I still feel it, stuck to the strands of my hair and covering my back. I’ve studied all these maps from people who’ve studied water bodies: how they form, how they stay, how they deform, how they carry the force of the wind and the load of a ship; the ferocity of the beast, feral as I can be within. Rippling waves of murky water still reflect the image of my face. So at least, all this bending and breaking hasn’t gone to waste.

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM UTC

Arii_Does_ARTZZZ

Cyrtanthus Ventricosus

As people, we bend and we break, more often than not for the sake of another. There’s a reason why bending comes first, like the river trailing down to the lake on a late summer night. The same path winding, splitting, running, flowing, rushing in the other direction. Bending; it bends, twists and curves all the way. From one side of the planet to the other; break of day. And I thought lighthouses were made to stop ships from sinking. But the stars and moon are blinding me and I can’t see a single thing. So I just keep on drowning, drowning, drowning in a polluted sea. The lingering ash and dust on my fingertips is washed away by the water. Yet when I try to resurface, all I smell and see, is copper. Don’t paint my body with the same shade of black that everyone else has. I know it’ll get washed away by the current. But I still feel it, stuck to the strands of my hair and covering my back. I’ve studied all these maps from people who’ve studied water bodies: how they form, how they stay, how they deform, how they carry the force of the wind and the load of a ship; the ferocity of the beast, feral as I can be within. Rippling waves of murky water still reflect the image of my face. So at least, all this bending and breaking hasn’t gone to waste.

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Storm clouds gather fast, Winds howl, bending ancient trees, Strength in nature's grasp.

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Jan 28, 2025

Jan 28, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Rough and Ready

Storm clouds gather fast, Winds howl, bending ancient trees, Strength in nature's grasp.

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Graceful, flowing Yielding, bending Growth and movement never ending Moments living Joy surpassing Rhythms, seasons, everlasting Mind awaking Harvest taking Every day a memory making Good creating My truth stating My wealth flows without abating

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Aug 14, 2020

Aug 14, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC

bitcoinpoems

Never Ending (Prosperity Poem 88)

Graceful, flowing Yielding, bending Growth and movement never ending Moments living Joy surpassing Rhythms, seasons, everlasting Mind awaking Harvest taking Every day a memory making Good creating My truth stating My wealth flows without abating

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It feels like particles are peeling apart Connecting Separating as they please There is undeniable space growing in my heart Observable to who peeks and sees Fate to blame I have no doubt Touching tears that won't mend Beneath skin circuits start to short-out Barriers between emotions blur and blend Real is rare so bare all imperfections Fake the majority of what others share Everywhere I go is overdissection Judgement is blatantly unfair Which only adds to distress Taken without one sound Cork up inconvenient emotions unless They overflow Then I'm drowned You cannot imagine what it's like Kills self-esteem to reflect Each time negativity strikes Is impossible to correct Bottle after bottle emerges emptied Sink in a sea of distraction Forever smoky air will not recede Chilly dreams prevent satisfaction None of our dreams visible anymore What are we doing wrong? Many bad decisions Too many to ignore I guess failure's where we belong We will never be proud living like this We are in darkness's constant shadow Sins overtake any chance we have at bliss Dragging troubles in tow Trust we will be able to grow Takes years to heal wounds deep Bridges over teardrops that flow Seconds wasted we could not keep To conclude Retain a sliver of hope Though happiness may be lost I build and maintain ways to cope Stay warm amidst the permanent frost

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Blurred Barriers Bending

It feels like particles are peeling apart Connecting Separating as they please There is undeniable space growing in my heart Observable to who peeks and sees Fate to blame I have no doubt Touching tears that won't mend Beneath skin circuits start to short-out Barriers between emotions blur and blend Real is rare so bare all imperfections Fake the majority of what others share Everywhere I go is overdissection Judgement is blatantly unfair Which only adds to distress Taken without one sound Cork up inconvenient emotions unless They overflow Then I'm drowned You cannot imagine what it's like Kills self-esteem to reflect Each time negativity strikes Is impossible to correct Bottle after bottle emerges emptied Sink in a sea of distraction Forever smoky air will not recede Chilly dreams prevent satisfaction None of our dreams visible anymore What are we doing wrong? Many bad decisions Too many to ignore I guess failure's where we belong We will never be proud living like this We are in darkness's constant shadow Sins overtake any chance we have at bliss Dragging troubles in tow Trust we will be able to grow Takes years to heal wounds deep Bridges over teardrops that flow Seconds wasted we could not keep To conclude Retain a sliver of hope Though happiness may be lost I build and maintain ways to cope Stay warm amidst the permanent frost

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See a crystal blue stream Flowing through green trees And tumbling over mossy stones See the bright sparkling gleam And hear the light breeze Blowing leaves in musical tones In your mind Become the stream Yielding and bending Rhythm with no ending Relax and breathe Let go and flow You are always giving Power to all living This crystal blue stream Remains a symbol for you A stream of prosperity To last your life through

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Dec 19, 2019

Dec 19, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC

bitcoinpoems

Crystal Blue Stream (Prosperity Poem 60)

See a crystal blue stream Flowing through green trees And tumbling over mossy stones See the bright sparkling gleam And hear the light breeze Blowing leaves in musical tones In your mind Become the stream Yielding and bending Rhythm with no ending Relax and breathe Let go and flow You are always giving Power to all living This crystal blue stream Remains a symbol for you A stream of prosperity To last your life through

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I am not very good at saying no to people, or at being firm and direct with my patients at work. I am soft and mandible. I tend to let people take advantage of me. My physical therapist says the people with the most problems with their hips and backs are the ones that can hardly bend at all or that can bend too much. I am too flexible. So much so that it is hurting me. I fold and I fold and I fold in on myself like origami and I let people do whatever they want. I can't remember if I've always been this way or not. Maybe it depends on how you look at it: The woman in the casket could either be sleeping or dead. She could either be a stranger or my mother. This could either be the bright, multi-color, kaleidoscopic shapes I see when I rub my eyes a bit too hard for a bit too long, or it could be the dull, grey morgue her body was wheeled down to after they tied the tag around her toe and zipped her into a white bag. This could either hurt a lot or a little. It depends on how much you let in. How willing you are to bend to the emotional blow. I could either stop writing about this or keep going, but it's been, what, nine years now, and I haven't been able to stop yet— only able to bend and bend and bend and

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

taylor-st-onge

The Hardest Bone to Break in the Human Body is the Femur and My Friend Broke His Twice in High School—I Identify with his Femur on a Spiritual Level

I am not very good at saying no to people, or at being firm and direct with my patients at work. I am soft and mandible. I tend to let people take advantage of me. My physical therapist says the people with the most problems with their hips and backs are the ones that can hardly bend at all or that can bend too much. I am too flexible. So much so that it is hurting me. I fold and I fold and I fold in on myself like origami and I let people do whatever they want. I can't remember if I've always been this way or not. Maybe it depends on how you look at it: The woman in the casket could either be sleeping or dead. She could either be a stranger or my mother. This could either be the bright, multi-color, kaleidoscopic shapes I see when I rub my eyes a bit too hard for a bit too long, or it could be the dull, grey morgue her body was wheeled down to after they tied the tag around her toe and zipped her into a white bag. This could either hurt a lot or a little. It depends on how much you let in. How willing you are to bend to the emotional blow. I could either stop writing about this or keep going, but it's been, what, nine years now, and I haven't been able to stop yet— only able to bend and bend and bend and

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Some days the wind blows and bends yonder willow Its roots hold sway perched high upon steep sea cliff walls No gale could affix a bow to such a limber heartwood backbone Wind arched echoes undulate to and fro alike a gentle restoration; a resilience unrenowned It looks as if it takes the skies weight so lightly, while the rising waves gather an unhallowed chill fomenting untamed at the heart of the prevailing westerly swell A human tends to lean rigidity right up to the yonder most edge, a thin line threshold a step away ― pushed by a moment's gravity; a blind jump over a cliff into an unfathomable deep ocean far beyond a forgiving willow's bend Jesse Stillwater ... 09 May 2018

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC

jesse-stillwater

backbend

Some days the wind blows and bends yonder willow Its roots hold sway perched high upon steep sea cliff walls No gale could affix a bow to such a limber heartwood backbone Wind arched echoes undulate to and fro alike a gentle restoration; a resilience unrenowned It looks as if it takes the skies weight so lightly, while the rising waves gather an unhallowed chill fomenting untamed at the heart of the prevailing westerly swell A human tends to lean rigidity right up to the yonder most edge, a thin line threshold a step away ― pushed by a moment's gravity; a blind jump over a cliff into an unfathomable deep ocean far beyond a forgiving willow's bend Jesse Stillwater ... 09 May 2018

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do you know nothing of obeying your roots and not going wherever the wind blows instead setting standards and restricting movements with the wind to show just how bending is more truthful than breaking .

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC

bymslu

-rooted obedience-

do you know nothing of obeying your roots and not going wherever the wind blows instead setting standards and restricting movements with the wind to show just how bending is more truthful than breaking .

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Even the stars are doing yoga. Nothing has always done it, bending into space. This evening found me stoking the fire, warming by breath alone. People are such cold little stoves. Above the sound, **** and give of ocean, I heard Ariel sing.

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC

erin-suurkoivu

Even the stars are doing yoga

Even the stars are doing yoga. Nothing has always done it, bending into space. This evening found me stoking the fire, warming by breath alone. People are such cold little stoves. Above the sound, **** and give of ocean, I heard Ariel sing.

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Each winter it happens again, deepening its way into my bones. Light, lengthening the days, even as cold plummets to colder. Gentle, promising colour of sun in an angle that warms the wall. Sneaking up from behind to give heat to my back, you were paler, even unavailable, until today.

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC

FrancescaRegan

Bending Backwards Across Time

Each winter it happens again, deepening its way into my bones. Light, lengthening the days, even as cold plummets to colder. Gentle, promising colour of sun in an angle that warms the wall. Sneaking up from behind to give heat to my back, you were paler, even unavailable, until today.

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I dare not say I am one thing For fear it might be true Mindset is the truth in all Bending mind can bend reality Still, it’s known that acknowledgement Is most necessary for fulfillment The first step to saving the world Is knowing that it must be But, in agony, I wait When should I know? Be certain? Decide? If at all, for whom, and why? Do I want to know if I exist? Perceive accurately or not at all? Do I want to know whether he loves me And for what, but must I know? Seeing or perceiving Which do I choose in my life Happiness is all I seek But is it fake or not

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

a-new-optimism

Seeing or Perceiving—Framing

I dare not say I am one thing For fear it might be true Mindset is the truth in all Bending mind can bend reality Still, it’s known that acknowledgement Is most necessary for fulfillment The first step to saving the world Is knowing that it must be But, in agony, I wait When should I know? Be certain? Decide? If at all, for whom, and why? Do I want to know if I exist? Perceive accurately or not at all? Do I want to know whether he loves me And for what, but must I know? Seeing or perceiving Which do I choose in my life Happiness is all I seek But is it fake or not

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I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC

deanna

Vents

I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

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What's given Can be taken Life constantly mending The rules that are continually bending Our troubles from alarm From people trained to bring harm Now do we live to love Find ways to rise above Or cave into The things we think we'd never do Lose the things we came to be Never knowing what we could truly see Rough patches through the dark Even though we've all been given an ark Some choose to live that path Living in a continual blood bath Using hate to make us feel provin Living a life that's not worth livin It's easy to just give up And get obsession and disrupt But I beg of me come away To shine on and shine today I beg of you to do the same Do not let the darkness bring you shame Move through life with a great light Something that will eventually shine bright I know it's hard when dark destroys Trying to fool you with all it's mental ploys But your are strong You'll learn to prove life wrong Or maybe right Cause life could be bright I say to you with great haste make sure to go out and give life a taste Cause it's worth the time do not commit the crime Stop abandoning your morals And begain to remove your quarrels Life will transcend It's only around the bend Don't give up I beg of you They say couple people make it only a few But I believe if we all really tried That everyone will make it before they all have gone and died So I say to you be the ones who tried And give up the you who once lied

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC

tyler-man

Forget, Forgive, Found

What's given Can be taken Life constantly mending The rules that are continually bending Our troubles from alarm From people trained to bring harm Now do we live to love Find ways to rise above Or cave into The things we think we'd never do Lose the things we came to be Never knowing what we could truly see Rough patches through the dark Even though we've all been given an ark Some choose to live that path Living in a continual blood bath Using hate to make us feel provin Living a life that's not worth livin It's easy to just give up And get obsession and disrupt But I beg of me come away To shine on and shine today I beg of you to do the same Do not let the darkness bring you shame Move through life with a great light Something that will eventually shine bright I know it's hard when dark destroys Trying to fool you with all it's mental ploys But your are strong You'll learn to prove life wrong Or maybe right Cause life could be bright I say to you with great haste make sure to go out and give life a taste Cause it's worth the time do not commit the crime Stop abandoning your morals And begain to remove your quarrels Life will transcend It's only around the bend Don't give up I beg of you They say couple people make it only a few But I believe if we all really tried That everyone will make it before they all have gone and died So I say to you be the ones who tried And give up the you who once lied

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