Bare(A) Poems - Poems about Bare(A)

My heart stripped bare

Each day, you make my heart race a long mile,
Yet you've always deprived me of your smile,
Your neglect and your frown work hand in glove,
As if that’s the price I’ve to pay for love.

Each of my words, to your deaf ear they land,
Why don't you want to kiss my shaky hand,
And send a cold thrill

Spaces Left Behind Left Bare

You left the chair, but not the room,
The silence clings, a flower in bloom.
The kettle waits muted, cold and dry,
Empty spaces haunt me as I go by.

No space is bare, if love stayed there,
Your breath floats in scented air.
Your shadow clings to every chair.
No space is bare - if love stayed there.

Your love shapes what’s

Bare as the bone I wear

Naked are the bones so hallow
crowned around my soul

Give heed unto the wounds Ive sewn
I'll mend me back to whole

Though broken I'll remain to pave
the path that is my sound

My roots undone thine will be one
hallowed by thy ground

Victory unspoken
I'm forever bound to never

Bones bare and shown
yet never known

My chaos is forever

Bare Hands Septolet Star Wars Tribute

     Inflamed 
    deep freeze
       rebels 
    in alliance 

     bare hands 
 are what will nullify 
     the Empire.

Stark Bare Trees on Piermont Pier

Visibility is low, wear a bright vest,  
Cycle with lights on, caution is best.  
Stay on the bike path across the Tappan Zee
The Hudson's below, but you can't see
  
You can't see the water, the fog is like a wall
It might be a blanket, it might be a pall
You peer through glasses

Bare Bones

Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard
to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder
how old the neighborhood skeleton is…
—by Poet

Bare Bones

Yard skeleton fell over - first day.
The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray!
     Flamingoes took flight
     from yard - out of sight.
It’s April second,

Calculating the Weight of a Tormented Leaf

I am naked.
_bare_
my hands
(_)Whose trace are these wounds?
I am naked.
[naked]
prominent blue grooves,
- Green,
- Blue,
- Red!
Red whispers(./:)
on your skin
crawls
_my skin_
Is pale(.)
your skin(,/.)
Stretches
_sketch_
[sleepy]
- are you dead
- are you?
- you dead?
my skin(!/?)
I draw a line.
_grooves_
[groove]
are you (…/?)
Red pours.
Pours (./?)
_Pouring_
Hanging.
Burning.
_flow_
The flow of the artery in the groove of my skin.
[Soil]
I was sleeping.
What color was the soil?
do you know?
are you…
red

Bare Bones

Older chatbots, just like people, show signs of cognitive impairment, failing on several important metrics in a test normally used on humans. ~Drew Turney, Live Science, 02/16/2025

     old AI
     as demented
     as I 

     enter into the abyss 

The breathing, bare branched tree outside the kitchen window?

She shivers about, tense
at the inhospitable world 
blinds and plexiglass seal frightened creatures from. 
Rocking
from root to root — 
in front, in back, in 
the sun’s silhouette, the wind fancies her social anxious, as if 
her and I were not sustained by the same substance, as if 
our roads will not diverge. When I 
learn

Bare Witness

Eyes unlock the heart
Sorrow births words, bittersweet 
Poetic fodder 

1/25/25
9:06 am

The Scars You Bare

The scars you bear is a story that has been told.
Of battles fought, of courage bold.
They etch a map upon your skin,
A testament to strength within.
 
Feminine you, in every way,
Your spirit shines, a brighter day.
No missing breast, no fallen hair,
Can dim the light that's always there.
 
For beauty lies not in the form,
But in

Lay My Heart Bare

Lay my heart bare, let it bleed and spill,
Upon these pages, where silence once filled.
With every tear, my story is written,
In ink and in sorrow, my truth will be told.

I rip my heart wide, like a book that's well-worn,
Each scar is a reminder of battles I've borne.
Let the words dance freely, unchained and uncouth,
For you

In the white night, the bare branches dance with the snowflakes

In the white night, the bare branches dance with the snowflakes,
Whispering stories of dreams floating on the horizon,
Fragile as mist, ready to disperse in the wind.
My thoughts stumble, flowing like an uncharted river,
Reminding me of a moment suspended in time, captured in a lens,
A frozen memory of what could have been, what could become.
In the

Our Love

Your body pressed up against mine
Your hands running through my hair 
you make it feel like a crime
Your absence makes me feel so bare
The dark light up above
The skin to skin feeling
I know we are in love
I see you kneeling
There is a star up above
I see it through the window
The feeling of this love
I see

Bare Truth Blossoming

Written: January 03, 2025 
                     ___________________________________

In a world without walls, feelings run wild,
Their vision soars, such a curious child.
Unbound by meter or syllable count,
Words ballet freely, without a surmount.

Embracing nakedness in its pure form,
Expression flows,

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