Prayer Bear Poems | Examples
These Prayer Bear poems are examples of Bear poems about Prayer. These are the best examples of Bear Prayer poems written by international poets.
Still stop for a more second,
What you gain of rushes and run,
Leave restlessness stand still on land
You can achieve what heart burn.
Perhaps ,peep in the past some hints
May find,fear of losing fairest hide
That reveal from heart, tears let flow with wind,
Don't interrupt ownself let feelings tide.
To high Heaven take a height of flight,
In middle many monsters you may find,
Make prayer till that not become plight,
Stop whispers of surrounding,loud own mind.
Swans don't step back,don't memory left
Bear believe and wait till they get death.
Buddy was ripping up stuffed animals
Paw over paw, tail over head
Making sure to rip off their eyes
Tearing out filling, making them dead.
I was buying the expensive dog toys at first.
Later discovered he would rip up second hand too.
So bought used stuffies from a resale store.
Side by side, he would eliminate two.
While shaking a sleeping bear, he started to care.
He began carrying this one around, loving it instead.
It has a recording, plays the Lay Me Down to Sleep Prayer.
Buddy now sleeps with this little bear under his head.
I call upon the Great Spirit Grizzly Bear,
who rules over all grizzly bears in this area.
I will be an uninvited guest in your territory,
I'm just passing through, my stay is temporary.
I mean none of your children any harm, so please don't harm me.
I will make a lot of noise constantly,
to let your children know that I'm in the vicinity,
I will not sleep where I eat,
and I' ll store all my food high in the tree tops out of reach,
one hundred yards from my camp at the very least.
Great Spirit Grizzy Bear guide and protect me please.
I will avoid all of your children respectfully.
Please inform all of them to also avoid and ignore me.
In a toy shop high on a shelf
I sat as days went by
Watching all my friends be bought
As Christmas Eve drew nigh
A damaged Teddy Bear was I
Just waiting to be sold
Though no one came to look at me
As I sat alone and cold
But as tiny tears fell from my eyes
A fairy floated by
And as she waived her pretty wand
She said please don’t cry
Santa Claus has sent me to find
A special Teddy Bear
For a little girl who asked for one
In her bedtime prayer
So on Christmas Eve tied with a bow
Santa laid me by her side
And when she awoke and looked at me
Tears of joy she cried
With her little arms around me
I filled her heart with joy
For I had so much love to give
Though just a broken toy.
A Momma Bear Climbed Over The Mountain
And What do You Think She Saw
She Saw Another Mountain
So that Momma Bear Climbed that Other Mountain
And So On
And So On.....
As She Looked up into the Heavens
Careying Her Cub this Far
Never Looking Back
Their Destiny is in Gods Hands
Faith in the Lords Love has brought them many Miles and over many Mountains
Momma Bear Prays Everyday that her Cub may find her way......
...and May have Peace again in Her Day.....
That Little Ole Bear
That little ole teddy bear
Sitting in the big old rocking chair,
His big eyes so happy and bright,
His little face, such a delight,
That little ole teddy bear,
His soft paws folded in prayer,
He makes a wish for Santa to bring
Him a toy with which to play,
What he wants on Christmas Day,
That little ole teddy bear,
Give him a hug and a big kiss,
Christmas magic is such bliss,
The little bear he will pray,
And be so dear forever and a day.
Celine Rose Mariotti
Be very glad that you live here
So many happiness are there
Which with all you can share
Pray as God lives everywhere
Whenever comes a deep scare
God makes it not a nightmare
Your agonies, He will ever bear
God and prayer form a pair
And work together being fair
They only created this Air
To remove for living a snare
God punishing is normally rare
He permeates the atmosphere
Compensating wear and tear
So to try your level best, dare
Hoping God will perfectly repair
Worry not for the fall of hair
Surely God will lovingly care
Must start living Madam or Sir
Time to pray, you must spare.
mv venkataraman
Look at my Buddy Bear.
Missing an eye, still has his grin,
he has his grandpa’s hair
with bare spots on his head and chin.
Bud heard my ev’ry prayer.
He’s been to ev’ry place I’ve been.
For my gramps Bud was named.
At church, we three sat side by side;
I took him unashamed.
The notes we sang were sour; we tried;
no music skill we claimed.
A bass, Granbuddy sang with pride.
One cool night we all slept
in Cousin Eddie’s big backyard.
The wind grew strong. It swept
our tent and blew the fire off guard.
We all were fine except...
my Buddy's head was somewhat charred.
Granbud took my teddy
saying Gramma could make repairs.
I overheard Eddie
say only children play with bears.
I was almost ready
to sock it to him unawares.
I walked away from there
and never asked for Bud again.
Don’t think I didn’t care.
I guess it boiled down to chagrin
not wanting folks to stare
at big boy with a teddy friend.
I’d watched them put my guy
in a drawer in their chifferobe.
Only once did I spy
to take the quickest peek and probe
for a loose button eye
I’ve carried with me 'round the globe.
HM
Keep silence,
just watch.
what happens.
Be with that,
have patience of Himalayas,
anger deep frozen,
words unspoken.
What had happened
in Cosmic World,
unchanged here
all must bear.
No possible change,
from any range,
must happen
what had there.
Only means,
to change life,
is the Prayer.
THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
There's good and bad in ‘most everything.
The same is true of guns! Ping, Ping, PING!!!
Targets as prey, almost any day,
Fun in the sun, clean family stay!
Boomerang, this wrong, right conspires.
We're all targets; guns will backfire.
On the loved throne from early shooting,
Bang! Bang! Huge torpedoes recruiting-
School massacres; what is there to say?
Beers, bullets; kill! American way?
Flash my piece for a piece of the pie.
From my cold dead hands, this gun you'll pry.
Bullet holes piercing loved ones for: Cash
Loot! Silver! Gold! Jewelry! Robbers' stash-
We must have the right to protect…. Broadcast!!!
These rights we must uphold, don't be crass.
Every home surely needs protection.
What! Haven't we learned? Expectation.
Except for prayer, we still have free speech.
How far, I ask, will lost freedoms reach?
CONTRIBUTING POETS:
Dane Smith-Johnsen, Doris Culverhouse, Ruben Ortellao, Charma Chircop, John Robbin,
Yoni Dvokis, Rain Cerdiwin Keetly, Patricia Prescott, Sara Kendrick, and
Dane Smith-Johnsen