Bearing Poems | Examples

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

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 heart, wishes exhaust...

In-between life and death dreamlands,
Once of pursuit in dying hope; 
Tired, shattered yet chasing cum grace,
Possible luck could lock by chance-

Either up in the sky to fall...
Like manna released from heaven,
Or in the oxygen breaths breathe...
To keep living and grow nice gut.

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 impact.

Stone bearing witness

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

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 and humanity thronged.

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 speed,
Or silently struggle to get a word out.

Tried my best to hide it all,
Hoping that people could not see,
All it did was make things worse,
So I gave up and let it be.

Then I started to write my poetry,
Owning the quirks that signify me,
No idea how healing it would be,
Bearing my heart for all to see.

Fruit Bearing

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

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 Dogs on their best behavior,
rolling eyes at each other, like Brother and Sister,
"you can leave it to us, don't be a doubting Thomas,
we have this handled, 
save for a containment twitch of tourettes or an acquisitioned snack." 
It is a big day for them to chaperone and oversee, 
this takes calories.

I witnessed a few quiet moments and reflective genuflective blinks from each in this gallery of motleys, 
they know.
How proud the children are that you confided in them.

And your heart is captured here and until your dying day.
He Is, Risen

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 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 unfurled sight.

Massive clouds loom over the coast,
A quiet night in the water was dark and still.
Save where the echoing roar may thrill,
Dull waves folding at a stern foot inmost.

Written: November 22, 2022

The Fruit Bearing Tree - Matthew 12: 33

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 rich fruit
staying close to Jesus all the way
brings real juicy flavour at its root

So the lesson is clear without doubt
God's seed brings out such flavour
when you're feeding on God's word
knowing personally Jesus your saviour

Don't be like that rotten fruit
denying Jesus and being so dry
be sure to trust Him for everything
His promises bear fruit to always bring

(Matthew 12:33
"Either make the tree good and its fruit good; or make the tree bad and its fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit.")

That I Am a Bearing Woman-

Bears the children of humanity
Engaging in incubations
Inside her womb, 
After 9 months come
Outside unto this world
God’s replenishing mankind



1/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee ©2022

Bearing No Longet Fruit-

The Golden Basket once filled with fruit now empty
As my heart, mind, soul and stomach voids desolate~

6/28/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021

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