"beared" poems
My love, my lover, my life.
Tall, beared, hued and mysterious.
I realized he was mysterious since he only lives in the frontal lobe of my mind.
There I anxiously wait for his kiss.
Is it crazy to think that a bond so strong will ever exist?
I sure hope he does!
I am frantically in love with him.
This man unknown who has not found me as of yet.
I have seen glimpses of him, here and there.
With long observation that never compare!
I wait, again.
Full of emotions.
With tears, fears and deep long sighs.
I reassure myself that my love, so simple, and true, is near.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube
That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands,
I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins--
“Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation,
“Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them
To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.”
*“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle.
I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Do you remember that night out by my car.
Daddys Caddy,
bright in the moonlight.
A home for our words, carefully choosen,
sometimes not.
A mutual ground.
A safehaven for thoughts too bold for sunlight.
The darkness helped us, I think.
Protected us from seeing too much,
when too much was being said.
Maybe I was a little drunk.
Thats all it took, some liquid courage,
for you to know that I was sorry.
You touched me then.
Not a "I just want to **** you" touch.
You felt me, deep inside.
You knew the claws of a beast were tearing me down.
Not one that could be tamed,
and could only be suppressed for so long.
He was there and you saw him,
clear in my eyes.
Usually gaurded, fighting him back.
But there he was,
pompous as any.
Jabbing me in the ribs,
"I told you I would get out"
There he was teeth beared and all,
ready to rip me down
right in front of you.
Right in front of my Daddys Caddy.
Claws, teeth and lies.
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
I spent my time letting my hands die in the arms of my own body
I broke the chains of slavery yet broke myself in the process
I drank my spit with a dry swallow and discontent for what that meant
My legs tensed and I, like most of the time, felt disgust with myself
And though this was new and strange
I’d known it for some time now and it wasn’t getting easier
My eyes welled up but not enough to form a tear
At least not at this point
And my teeth grinding at the thought of what was happening to my body
But again I said this had happened all too often
And lastly I thought of my day
And the whirlwind I was in that brought me to my own demise
And I wondered why this has happened so often
And each time a bit worse than the last or at the very least a horrifying reality
My fingers felt different than my own and my depression from what they said
Would be to blame but I thought of this much differently
And not in the sense that i did not feel depressed
Just in the sense that the only thing I knew how to feel was death
Death of a self or a hand or even a time in place that I could not accept
I thought that everyday must be like this
And this is why I felt alone or rejected
At wits end or neglected
Why I felt like no one understood or like I was the only one standing in a room
And even with no words leaking from my mouth
My cintrivical force still beared witness to the pain that existed around me
And though my confusion consumed me
My eye began to shed a tear
And my left knee buckled up
And even though my right pointer finger was not to be found
And ultimately made my teeth grind again at the thought
I still was able to exist
Even in this poem
Even in this world
I was here
And the tear fell down my cheek
And thinking of you made it fall harder
The hardest thing I’ve ever experienced Was in the eyes of someone I’d described my pain to
And their go to was to make me feel it again or some part of it to an extent
Their first instinct was to let me relive it through them
As if the pain initially was not enough to comprehend
And that’s where I come to end
This poem or this explanation
That everyone has something to prove
And if it cannot be done through them
They will choose your pain as a way to regain theirselves in vein
And to say this is a joke
Well my only hope
Is that you are not another to
Let my heart be revoked
Of its own truth
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
She hardly was an early riser.
Life at home for her was hell.
Violent voices
and mean threats.
She wrote this on a sunny start of the week, monday.
The sun seemed to have been greatly amused at her wrinkled face.
Recently, she discovered she would release a ****
whenever anxiety or nervousness hit her like a dart.
Her daily life began by 4:30am.
There she was in comfort on her irregular bed,
till a sharp light hit her face
and a thunderous voice boomed her ear drums,
His foot steps made so much sound than his voice.
It was her father.
It wasnt his voice that struck her,
or was it the sight of a whip that he wielded so callously.
It was the angry look he always beared on his face.
It was almost as if he was angry with God for waking him up everyday.
Mixed feelings of fright and fuzziness gripped her
she hastily greeted
He didnt respond.
Her sister stood behind her bed
whimpering in fear.
Only then did she discover who the whip was meant to trash at that moment.
The night before
was a nightmare she have seen before.
Her ingredients failed her,
her attention
and her organization
towards the food preparation.
Her Mom hated excuses
Her Dad hated losses and bad soups.
Her promises flew away
Phone accessories became her get-away.
It wasnt the intensity of the funny smell,
or the intense awareness of the pepper and salt,
but it was the searing look her mum had.
Her mom must have mentally shredded her like cabbage, she thought.
Her mom wondered why arguements stuck in her tongue like a tatoo.
Most times she resented her awkward behaviour,
She saw life has an eazy game.
She thought mistakes were a part of our imperfection as human beings and hence should be constantly made.
She didnt understand why God placed her in that family.
Her mom would constantly remind her of the future
She could hear her voice in her sleep
Her mom would speak with her eyes
when her anger has reached a certain height.
Hereditry
played a role
in her usual condescesion.
The environment
played a role
in her usual sadistic talk and thinking.
Yin and Yang,
Cold and Hot,
the order of seasons
Either you can change
or you can not.
Such is the nature of Monica.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I told her
As her knees trembled from the weight of the compliment I bestowed her
Often benevolent
Clearly Heavensent
If God truly has say in the matter
Awkwardly eloquent
She reflected pretentiousness
Yet never projected the latter
Her eyes luminescent
Her body quintessence
To a hedonist, a lover, or sculptor
She beared the essence of loathsome life lessons
So there lay apprehension
When I vowed to properly love her
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
Today I felt something
something so beautiful,
something so angelic
something so divine
something so cosmic
like it came right from the shrine
Today i felt the drops,
yes,they were the raindrops,
no matter how they are welcomed
welcomed with thunders,
they still continue to be tiny
pretty,little drops
As i heard the lightning,
i rushed outside,
and just how beautifully,
a few accumulated drops
fell from the roof.
that tipper - tapper ,
no jagger
slowly fell on the railing.
I just noticed their
speed,
how slow yet so fast
I almost hallucinated
I could see them as a distorted man,sick of troubles of life
falling from the rooftop
and just when he collides with the railings.
he gushes down,so down
that he eventually
bids adieu , the final adieu .
Even before I could soak it in,
i was thinking that drop,the tiny
drop beared my weight
and it fell and then mixed
with the almost flood water.
Rainwater,pure,angelic.
Now dangerous and muddy and impure.
The drop didn't have any idea,where its taking itself
still it dropped down,and when it fell,
the others decided to lose themselves too.
then the other.
and then the next.
My mind went a million miles away
but what it felt on my palm.
that purity & coolness,I felt cold.
suddenly,they fell with
such a rush,
and touched me,
it got disturbed
into a hundred other
small droplets,some fell on my face
blurring my glasses ...
and wetting my
face and hand,
the cool drops now made me warm.
so warm that the chill
could no longer be felt.
I could relax.
I have always hater rains,
like they were always a pain,
i don't know why?
but today felt like something else.
but eventually after,giving me a moment of surprise and joy.
it finally decided to die.
how sad?
how negative?
how negative could my
interpretations get??
i ponder why?
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Still WONDERING.
oh dear, sigh !!
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
Let me sing for his beloved
A vineyard on his hill
He dug and then He planted
He built and then He watched
The men in Judah judge him
For all of His sweet care
He finally saw His fruit bear
He is the vine
The great vine of His vineyard
The fruit of that hill
He is the vine
Already we are clean
With the words that He left us
Trust in him and we will drink of it
Partaking in the blood of Jesus Christ
Here's the end to His vineyard
Its hedge He has removed
Destroyed all of it shall be,
Its walls will be trampled
Then He will make it waste
All these thorns will grow up
And then the rains will not come
This vineyard that I sing of
Are His chosen people
And all this pleasant planting
No fruit has it beared
But my Jesus he is coming
To rule over the lands
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Drowning in placid dreams
Stagnant and stale, though fleeting and frail
the prevailing conditions of my premonitions
Are harbored by betrayal
The sword unsheathed
Malice and pale
Stained somber silhouettes
unveiling what was to entail
This is my disposition
It rises like a sail
caressing the wind
I take a breath
Blowing away my travails
Righteous and cunning
Her wings were stunning
Fondling my imagination she seeped into my salvation
but hasty anticipation toppled the torrid sensation
Awkward we lapsed
into hardened silence
Shedding passive violence
This is my disposition
The love we shared
beared burdens of despair
But we didn't care
Belligerent and blind
Your lips stumbled toward mine
Our tongues intertwined
Tearing stars out the sky
We stole the night
This is my disposition
The cold blue air exchanged
An ensemble of rusty winds
The abyss replacing our forgotten names
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
You promised me milk and honey
And vowed to witness with me sunrises and sunsets,
But you left me before the promise beared fruition.
An act that proved how cunning you're.
You made me believe in love that never existed
And gave me a false hope on a future that was not meant to be.
But why did you decide to leave me?
After all the sacrifices I did for our love.
You made me believe in the existence of heartbreaks
And forced me to accept that all men are liars.
But why did you choose to use me as your student?
A student to teach all those sad love lessons.
You said true love can never die
And you postulated that our love was real.
But why did you end our love if it was real?
Giving me a heartbreak on a full moon.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Has he not been beared
From seas to streams
Marked with cutlasses and ashes
Forced to swallow cowries
Why would he not wear down his face?
Has he not been living
On his choiceless delicacy
Concoction of gmelina roots
And garlic sap
Why then would he smile?
Why would he dance?
The voilent drummers in his skull
Were pounding thier drums
Like groups of carpenters
Driving pieces of nails
Into a hardwood
Has he not been marched
Round the village on pant
Bearing a *** stained with dry hen's blood
And rotten bones and stenching earth
Why would he not dash out his wealth
To seek a neater heath?
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Monochromtic.
Those gleaming eyes.
Filled with dreams of the universe,of the unspoken world,
The golden smile you wear is a beauty which can't escape; the eyes of your admirers.
'You have valued me,reinforced in me your good virtues.
Loved me in good.
Cherised me in my bad.
Don't you get tired?
'Don't you feel like breaking this bond and running away?
The girl who has always beared me and will continue to do so till the world comes to an end,
'You'll be my bridesmaid'
Said she.
Those lovely words made my heart skip with joy.
Of chimes and beautiful music,
That beautiful day will come,of your marriage.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
I have stood in a thousand formations
and beared witness to the greatest men
who've recieved the greatest honors
I have stood in few formations
where i have cried
tears for my fallen brothers
I have stood at attention
as the casket was loaded
and away they flew
I have flown the heroes
no longer here
and cried every minute
I have rendered a million salutes
but the ones i remember
are for the fallen
With flag draped casket
etched upon my memory
never to see another golden sunset
Lost but never forgotten
the heroes, my brothers, my comrades
for as i breathe you'll never be forgotten
Rest In Peace
Shadow Brethren
SSG Powell And Sgt Silk
May you sleep with angels
on the wings of doves
to the pearly gates at ST. Peters Steps
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
First, there was infinity
Out of infinity came darkness and light
Which were divided into night and day
The light of day gave birth to the sea, the sky and the earth
The darkness of night gave birth to more
It began with doom
Which brought death
Caused by disease and old age
After living life of suffering
Suffering from pain, mockeries and lies
Lies told by fakes who used illusion
Illusions to cause discord and fights
Fights that ended in war, ****** and ruin
From the ruins came misery
And from that misery came starvation
Which caused plundering and deceit
Deceit showed the way to defilement
The defilers began to harvest pride
The pride lashed out harsh criticisms
Those criticisms caused obsessions to destroy blemishes and defects
The path to doing so lead to lawlessness until all that was left was the choice to forget all that had happen or place the blame somewhere
It was inescapable
Yet, all of that was only half of what spawned from infinity
The light of day beared the sky, sea and earth
Encompassing them was time and nature
Time held possibilities
Possibilities to create
To create life
Life full of love
Love full of live
And yes, each fate is the same
Death
The start, the length of each life and the eventual end
But each destiny differs
Nature
The ebbing and flowing of order
The force coming from infinity
Binding all living things
To heal and to bestow gifts
Gifts of guidance
Of peace and truth
Truths that speak of joy and undeniable beauty
Encouragement and relief
But what is it that separates the two?
Keeping this world in proper balance?
The answer is us.
Look within yourself and see the infinity you hold
Destroy it
Then create anew
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
There is always a tight feeling in my chest,
The moment we have to say good bye till we see each other again,
It hurts so much loving you and having to bear days/weeks without seeing you.
You have brought endless sunshine into my life and have colored it with your beautiful pallet of love.
You have shown me a depth of warmth and concern so genuine, so ethereal, that it can only come from you;
My angel;
My love;
My life;
My all.
I love you and I want to be with you every single day of my life.
One lifetime is too short; several lifetimes are too fast; forever seems not enough.
Being next to you I have found my heaven on earth.
I see the good seeds I have sowed in this life seem to have beared fruit through your eyes.
Your voice is like a beautiful symphony to my ears.
Through your being, my purpose on this earth is clear;
Enlightened.
I love you so much, Thirak.
ผมรักคุณมากกว่าอะไรทั้งหมด Nattida Liyeekay
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
She drapes the world with her lust
The smell of wine is very fine
She drinks with the men down in the riverside
She chants them dreams of filthy desires
The dreams of one night in paradise
One day a man with raven hair walked to this woman
This man caught her eye
She liked the way he grinned
They spent the night together
The man blinked his life decayed
But he did it for the lustful demon
She made it out her quest
She destroyed 2 girls hopes
And a woman's heart
The man remained with the woman several years
She beared a child
A child who's veins ran black like his father
The demon now smiles in glee
Evil was a term not used to described her cold less face
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
The sun beared down on us as if it were an eye of fate, noting our every move and gesture.
Leading us to inevibility, your hair was short that summer.
I kept reminding you to grow it because I told you it would look good.
Now I see that currently you have although I thought you never would.
I guess I'm just embarrassed that you gave me so much and I meant so little to you.
I guess I'm just ashamed that it took four days for you to break me.
Running from normality, our friends couldn't quite understand, our gestures full of haste and enthusiasm.
We took things so seriously, in the most enjoyable way, I felt some sort of balance with you and now you've left I simply feel misplaced.
If I kept my head up, and my eyes down -
And left the concept of love to tv, films and books.
If I kept my guard up, when you came around -
Could I be like you because even now I constantly waste my luck.
I could never hate you, I'm sorry if you want me to.
And to be quite honest, it hurts - that I must associate you with negative words.
And well honestly what I said I meant,
My time with you I could never repent.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
i can still remember what your
distressed denim
jeans felt like
beneath my
beating pillow
fingers and how you swore
you saw the Moon
in my throat
you said you spoke to Him
when you kissed me deep
and He told you
that even a great white shark
has a great soft heart
and that even a lion
will bleed when it is met by
a twig
but not even the Moon will tell
you that when i felt your leg
and touched your mango
knee I fell in love with the
tree that beared your fruit
so sweet-nothing salamander
when i see your sweet-nothing
smile i will count sheep in your
teeth and pull the hairs
from your chinny-chin-chin
and i will huff and puff and
blow your ******* *************
house down
and i will plant a mango tree
in its place
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
I stood there frozen,
unable to move
breathe,
or blink
For a moment,
everything was gone
It was all lost
fallen and forgotten
in the in between
out in the great unknown
But air filled my lungs again
and with all my strength
I beared the wait of breathing
of life and death
and all that comes with it
I moved my feet, first
wiggled my toes around
just to make sure I still could
My feet danced in my shoes,
kept warm by my stockings
and I knew,
that your goodbye didn't **** me
But it didn't make me stronger
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
*Your love could brighten the darkest of days. Bringing a smile without any effort
My love for you came instantly, your companionship came with no price.
So many black days I beared, you lightened the weight.
Taking care of you was the highlight of my day.
Although our meeting was cut short, our bond was deep.
You were spoiled by my love, for that I'm truly honored*.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
Nobody's felt a heartache like mine
Tinged with bruises and dollar store wine
Tell me, who are you to stand judgement of me?
When I'm just trying to feel...
anything
Every single time I've felt a spark
I'm left with a wet match by myself in the dark
Could it be us, could it be you and I?
Or will I be left the highest of dry
I am the lovesick girl
No amount of rubies or diamonds or pearls
Can mend such an aching so deeply inside
To which no one can run and hide
You'll never know just how far I'd go
To make you the happiest you've ever known
And yet somehow it's just never enough
And yet somehow it's just never been this tough
And I'm begging you please
To show me some sensitivity
(Just one time before you leave)
I am a woman
And you are a man
They don't write instructions
There's no label on a can
Nothing tangible, nothing you can read
Its inside you and inside of me
So I'll keep on crying at night
And dreaming that someday I'll catch your eye
Until then you know where I am
An innocent one night stand
So there you go
I've beared every inch of my soul
Is it you'd just rather at this point be alone?
Just know you dont have to be
That I'll always be waiting
And I'll never ask you to change, meet requirements or rearrange
Because in order to set my heart aflame
You must stay the same the same the same
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
For you war forged it's on held truths.
A man of honor who is he.
Brilliant and smart in the same instances.
With aim there quality was mint to seek blood.
Thirty solders clicks out in a hot desert breeze.
With sand dunce full of prechers.
Man of sin, and man of hate, leave this Earth yet you linger your scars of faith.
As you approach the valley of bullets.
The Earth was opened and a scary sight was then seen.
Green, colored beings where at the station of a machine, with arms made of anti matter construction.
Flee from this place, our machine will eat your city's and fall your lady.
So the men all perk, up even more ready for there conduction.
One of the beings taller than the rest came to there level of height.
Who here is the leader of your squad.
Me a beared man says!
The being hold out your left arm.
Do not be alarmed, for we are each from a far.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place,
where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich,
implements of torture is no longer used for punishment.
Now, for the pleasure and the merriment.
What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction?
Ask yourself are you human ?
A human,would have beared compassion.
Not like those
But, i understand,
even if i don't,
That times have changed.
This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change!
We do what we have to do to adjust with amendments made.
Some say 'life was better back then'.
Was it?
The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy.
How is it all better?
Maybe it was. Maybe it was not.
everything fits into place now.
Technology is our distraction from the world around us.
It's for the best'
How would i know?
Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale.
Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not
What is Reality?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
its not her who beared me...
for 10 months....
its not her who bear the pain..
which i gave when im to earth..
its not her who feed me...
when im hungry....
its only her who look after me...
since im 1 year old...
its only her who care about me...
Even in my worst time
its only her who cries...
when im hurt...
it will be only her...
who stay with me ....
upto she smells the earth..
&&&&&&
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
writhing and screaming
i dreamt in smashed hearts and scarlet eyes
in it, i glimpsed
all the love and support i had bled myself to accomplish
was thrown out in favour of a greener man.
indeed
instead of growing firm from my current status as a support beam
into the proper foundations
you chose to forsake me
for one so much more accomplished than I.
often horrid foresights of this nature plague me
a small tick i cannot rid myself of
each time I dedicate my heart to one, and one alone
the genesis of this disgusting anticipation
might easily be traced to the progenitor
that first yearning i felt so many years ago
it was early in my youth
i fancied myself smitten with a newfound human
after childishly condemning myself to romantic solitude
at the onset of puberty
she taught me the intensity of infatuation
the lovely languish of being head over heels
and not a fortnight later
sent me into the deepest depths of despair
for what she had sworn to the stars
she quickly replaced with a decree to the devils
"I found one better"
in my guilt and misery
i blamed myself
and forced a conclusion of the following:
these tools i fashioned to show love
do not fit any existing mold.
i, must love too much
must care more than can be beared
must support, beyond what is norm.
yet
as I awake, i breathe in my surroundings
and remind myself that this fear
though cacophonous at my lowest
is nothing more than old hurt
desperately clinging for relevance
in an existence where i know the gifts I bring
are appreciated by those who surround me
and that eventually
they will be welcomed by you.
when you are ready to accept
that which i know you deserve.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC