Bearing Poems - Poems about Bearing

A Bearing of Promise

The assurance of light 
During times dark and desperate
Bestows warmth within freezing cold
Where peace from a storm’s respite 
Finds home through dangerous shoals
Guiding your ship on the sea of hope
Finding the port of hearts of gold

Paddy and woman

Oh my dear peerless and unhusked paddy,                                                

The Bearing To Focus

Pains are supposed lifetime teachers,
Teachers that connect mind to soul.
Soul, mind connects unto preachers,
Towards time... life lessons made whole.

Pains are pieces of peaceful storm...
Comfort's steeze can not regulate,
Or by any means can reform;
All stings, life's fate violate.

Each never come to mount limit,
Rather shapes mind not to get lost
Of strength wearing out to be fit
Enough for

Bearing Bad News

Each year Memorial Day causes much lament,
and today will be viewed as another life recap.
A day we honor heroes whose lives were spent,
who, for freedom, willingly stood in the gap.

Too many families are attached to someone,
who served country and didn’t return intact.
Body bags, their ticket home to a loved one,
today, they remember that door knock’s

Stone bearing witness

Spring rain on ancient stones,
A tiny clover full of life.
I wonder, how many life's?
Have passed these stones.
                                      

Bearing of Blitheness

Blitheness bears itself boldly by day, 
Surmounting the summit of separative sufferance. 
Ridges and ranges below bow in adoring array,
Where homage is payed to the uprising utterance. 

Blitheness bears itself blandly by night,
Mollifying the wounds of the worried and the wronged.     
Rills and rivulets ripple rosy in sight,
Where brutality is isolated

A Fruit Bearing Tree

You will know a tree
By its fruit
You will know the fruit
By its tree
A good tree will
Produce good fruit
A bad tree will
Produce bad fruit
A good fruit will
Ripe by its own
A bad fruit will
Drop by its own.

Bearing My Heart

I can come across as confident,
Always known for being too loud,
Sometimes struggle to cope with noise,
Become overwhelmed in a crowd.

Anxiously bite the skin from my lip,
Frantically fidget and tap my toes,
Can even have a sneezing fit,
From a nervous twitch in my nose.

At times can suddenly burst into song,
Even randomly scream and shout,
Nervously talk at some

Fruit Bearing

For the well being
Pay attention to safety
For fruit bearing thing.

Bearing a Child

Within a garden, unseen yet so true,
A cosmos blooms beneath a mother's hue.
Bioluminescent butterflies take flight,
As constellations whisper through the night.

Here, shifting sands of emotion flow,
Hormonal storms where gentle breezes blow.
The whispers of grandmothers, wise and old,
Echo in dreams, in stories yet untold.

Singing stars ignite the fertile ground,
Aspirations for the future, dreams unbound.
Whispering trees, with

Bearing Gift One To Another

  Quiet and beautiful is the day,
where reflection adjoins -
with bustling children,-
adorned,- with bright,- happy colors and a sense of thankfulness, glory.

It is a stark reality, that must be approached 
with Family, Community and the support 
of self invited Black Birds and 
"just in the neighborhood"- Blue Jays, 
comic relief streaking squirrels, 
Cats and

Bearing The Curse

He died
the day before
his birth
the curse had worked again

Generations
in the womb
their feticide  
a last amen
 
The garden path
a stepford trap 
whose fruit trees
bear the scorn

Enoch built
to hide the curse
the Mark of Cain
— damnation born

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Bearing Fruit

                In the darkest depths of the ancient grove 
                          of ancient Ede.
  

Bearing My Burdens

Too impaired to even continue to care, if at all,
About how life can always seem so unfair for us all,
As long as I have inner strength to continue to bear it all.

Bearing Darkness

Past the bold line, faces are eerie shadows,
identified by the calm surf on flat sand.
Or we can view the ship's lights from the land,
similar to roving elf blazes, but much narrow.

I can observe clearly even in this light,
A gully arises in response to your desire.
Between these two, the dry, barren mire,
There are caged eyes and

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