Beared Poems | Examples

Monster in my head

Im in that dark place in my feeling's in head again.
 I see red and black.
I don't won't to be here. 
I'm in a room by myself. 
 I just want to grow wings in fly. 
How i get here you ask. 
Helping and thinking about everybody but myself.
 When will I learn.
And  the end of it all I'm only one who has my back besides God. 
The monster in my head says It will be over soon. 
I  believe it and i can feel it
I know what's next the  fake caring and fake tears 
F#ck  that and  f#ck them to. 
You did this to me.
 I didnt just  do this to myself. 
We all played apart in  laying  me to rest.
You didn't see the pain hurt I beared and kept to myself 
because I didn't want to seem weak or embarrass myself. You hurt me. As I did myself. 
Thank God I won't let anyone of you ever hurt me again. Sault you monsters in my head and in my face.
Death his here.I smiled when I heard the loud boom.

One more try

How could you just leave me, 
With no explanation why,
It feels like you deceived me, 
Not giving me one more try,

Was it something that I said or something I didn't do?
For the love that we shared, 
Our souls that we beared,
Seem all just words to you,

You're the thought between every thought,
You consume me every day,
Believed no problem we couldn't sort,
You just need to show the way,

Consider bringing me back, 
For you anything I will supply, 
My forever lasting, undying love, 
If you'd just give me one more try.

Be Free

My heart was crying out
And blood has poured over
I've invested so much in us
And now I'm the wounded soldier
I am over it all and I'm no longer trying
Now you are alone and the only one crying 
I've decided hearts divided was the best recommendation
My best choice was for me to be my own representation
I realized that you realized, I was the only one for you
But it was too late 
Your heart had already denied the truth
I tried and tried 
But now my happiness beared the proof
We had no way to know what the future held
But it was no longer holding us together
Instead we were separate birds with two different sets of feathers
Not even the same breed anymore 
So your love is no longer what I needed to soar
No codependency 
You are you and I am me
You always wanted to be free
And now you have been freed.

Winning Battle

Oh! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
Oh!! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
Oh!!! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven

A losing Israel in the hands of the captivator
Sings and Praise the Gigantic, Mighty, Crown Masquerade
Soiling their bloods and sweat for Arrows
Reciting songs of joy in the eyes of a killer
Enjoying tribulations with Faith and Hope
Enacting their land filled with Peace, Harmony, Honey and Unity
Women becoming unknown Windows
Children becoming pressured Orphans
Animals getting a new Lord and Shepherd.

Dawn come
Sun Rise
Victory came in a microseconds from one who hears the pains that couldn't be beared by His Herds
Sent down troops of air that no one could resist but gave deep slumbering
Wash away the big iron been placed on the gate of the Land.
Trumpet ?? Blow
A Soul shout

Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!

Forget Her, Not

A dedication to my depression, 
tears pinch me to exit.
She told me to give it a listen,
No word about her reason. 

It spoke of promiscuity, 
judge not, of past experiences,
my mind went on a haze,
were these notes of confidentiality? 

Confused at first,truelly I was,
until truths begged to unfold. 
She simply asked for forgiveness,
prior to all revelations. 

Still, she cries out of painful memories ~
a song that beared all honesty... 

20 July 2022
One in Five 2 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Joesphy May
Option 3. Sentimental Song

The Slave Masters Confession

For I have mocked the Lord

Made a Mockery of the word

Lies and deceit in this world 

I’m sure you all have heard 

Blood ,sweat , pain and tears 

For my mischief I unleashed throughout the years

Have lead some in this life to believe in  hope

A lot of us to our fears

For those that will never care

A lie you choose , but never to share 

The whips we used on women and men 

We seem too never have cared

We have brought the world to its knees

Lied to our children and poisoned the seas

For there is no more fruit that is beared from the trees

Will you my lord consider my plan

For I don’t know anymore ,who I am

The Man of the Hour

The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!

He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!

The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!

Fetching Life

I lie in my back, mouth open wide,
 hoping to breathe out my feelings
I seem to be taking more in, hence no change occurs.
All my days I wake hoping to have different feelings,
But this heart is always heavy, it’s under Thor’s hammer
I can’t free myself from the burns inside, the negativity 
Roots are too thick, can’t plunge them out.
No matter how long I breathe there’s no reaction,
Except looking like a fool.
My only wish is to take it out , destroy it ,then create a clean one
A heart that has never beared pain, that knows no sorrow.
Fools hope I know, because as long as I live I will have to experience
the brutality of life. What then? I can’t stop being human, can I ?
The tragedies are what maketh the man.
But I won’t stop lying in my back and breathing it out,
Because what’s a human without hope?

Depressive Thoughts

Things changes…
Those lights fade down,
With suicidal thoughts.
Unknown voices heared,
Pains being beared.
People may look strong,
But, what about those weak,
Weeping child of past.
I don't think that
Dark circles and wrinkles,
Are the markers of depression.
Some times a beautiful mask,
Hides everything behind.
But hope never changes,
 Everything will be fine soon.

Warrior

I know your heart is hurting
The pain is deep and real
Residing there for way too long
Without the chance to heal
Grief has since settled in your core
And you now see the damage done
The aches are felt in layers
Losses piled up, one by one

A big, brave step you took that day
Leaving that toxic life behind
You beared the wrath for many years
Ignoring how you felt inside
One can only persevere so long
Until you have to make a change
So, though the journey's scary now
And the road ahead feels strange

Be kind and patient with yourself
And soon you'll come to see
The timing of this moment 
Is exactly what you need
For when your brokenness lets the light in
Rebuilding that valiant man inside
Keep the faith and stand your ground
And the Warrior in you will shine

The Dance

She lay there like death beneath the white cover
They look like snow when untouched by the restless child asleep
The bed beside is still and deaf to creaking boards, footsteps
Arise my child for the devil has called

And he shall rip into you mercilessly, unflinching
He claws through innocent gardens burning your flesh
He smiles and you know what you must do...
The warmth of his hand is enough to freeze you, cold

It is a never ending dance with the devil
And he is shaped like the ambitious
But you are done for the night, ceasefire
He sends his best goodbye
To bed my child where the snow becomes ice 
For your saviour is asleep, dead
You sink slowly and welcome strangling arms

Why, you are foolish to wish your demise
For either way the devil has you,
His wicked teeth are beared only to your sight
And he leaves his stench to linger
You stare beside and see your neighbour, peaceful
Under the coat of sheep's fur that was once your snow

She is oblivious and you'll remind her in the mourn
Of your dance with the devil

From Heaven To Baby

Who wants to be old,
All achy and cold,
All wrinkled,
All slow,
Unable to hold...

Onto anything dear, 
So filled with fear, 
So fragile,
So weak,
So stuck in one gear... 

Like a car that's been used, 
Sometimes abused,
So dented, 
So broken, 
So battered and bruised...

With a long white beared, 
With vision impaired, 
With teeth missing, 
Nose running, 
And still no one cared...

But now I can't hide, 
From the joy inside, 
From meeting you, 
Once, 
Before I died!

Stomach Language

Who gave birth to a child
The woman Beared the child
Her womb is the child's umbrella
Her stomach is the child's portion
We are too poor
He is miserable and hungry
They work tirelessly
All because of one anchor the stomach
The young the old all runs to die in the
Court of the stomach
The stomach is humans life
Some live to eat some eat to live
How long will the stomach keep
Humanity to labour for as long 
As the belly remains at human front

Gift of the Gifted

For every person in need,
Exists another bathing in greed.
There is always enough to go around,
Why does poverty knowingly abound?

Ask about gifts no strings attached,
The giver will reminisce of joy unmatched.
The gifting action gives one pleasure,
Often returned in infinite measure.

While some exist to extoll and deceive,
Those in true need should not believe,
Asking for help is a sign of weakness,
Piercing the gift of humility and meekness.

In a perfect world, need would not exist,
This world is choked with opportunity missed.
The ability to give, is plagued with doubt.
While the propensity to ask singles out.

Judgement should be reserved for the gifted,
Givers should not bear this burden shifted.
Give as much and as often as can be beared,
All that has been given is meant to be shared.

Breaking February

The day is filled with cracks, 
     that spills into the evening
s h a t t e r e d   eggshells 
                  that can't be beared to be buried,
only placed carefully with the dried leaves...


A dog's fractured leg piercing the night air—
a heart, 
that still crumbles, since it remembers
...fragmented windows that still spill tears

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