Bearing Poems - Poems about Bearing

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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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....

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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) ...

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

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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....

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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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October 18 Scripture Meditations Based on John 18-19 Key Verse – John 18:37 … Jesus answered, Thou sayest that I am a king. To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth. Every one that is of the truth heareth my voice. MY...

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Every tree is known by its product whether that brings either bad or good God shows here what He's looking for explaining clearly so as to be understood For each tree shows what's within the fruit that's rotten shows that as it's not followed God's instruction rejecting His gospel makes its wheel flat Now the tree that listens well to God's word so brings...

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