Bares Poems - Poems about Bares

Freedom isn’t a delicate flower; It’s the fist that goes through the ground, the teeth that grind at the chains, the howl of a wind that won’t ask for permission. I refuse to bow to the crumbs of tomorrow, I won’t let my bones sink into decay, a shell waiting to grow scraps. I’ll carve out freedom from this stubborn rock— bloody-knuckled and relentless. Do not...

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When I Don’t Know meets Who Cares both of them may well be bare Because if you don’t know and I don’t care ...

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Ah Autumn icy wisps curling, twisting seek gnarly branches impatient winds flurry brown, red, yellow leaves gusting frippery off quivering trees stark proud beauty, naked, unadorned Entered: Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest Caren Krutsinger Dated 23/08/2019 Placed 2nd with thanks...

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This is based on a true event, however I have only speculated on what the bear was thinking. A story is told in Canada's North, By the Black and Grizzly Bears, Of the day that one of them stumbled across, The strangest looking pair. He thought they were bears, (or so he guessed), But their coats were not the same, He wanted to...

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I hear praiseful onlookers say how pretty YOU are every day, but that’s not my story. I don’t share your glory in this much-viewed Christmas display. I’m not spiral, dangly, or round. I don’t shine or make any sound. I’m called by a name that brings me to shame, a moniker meant to confound! My first name is “Ugly.” Poor me! My last name is “Sweater.”...

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Now your someone to fear Fresh from you slumber You've kidnapped your burning words and pasted them on fluorescent pages Tucked safely away under your matress Should you let them rust or set them free There freedom stings, cuts like knives you carve them deep into doves cage them underneath your nightmares clip their wings again and again Fresh From your slumber But...

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