Best Baring Poems

I was the last of ten children in my family

Nine lovely girls and li'l ole me

Spoiled you may rightly assume

WRONG!

I was the sweetest well mannered offspring

That a parent could ever wish for

Even to the point of being withdrawn

All through my teenage years

I had an inferiority...

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The words I write
bare my soul
My thoughts take flight
My mind unfolds

I have no fear of being judged
No worries of how you take my words,
reputation being smudged
I feel as free as a bird

The rush is worth way more than gold
The feeling of freedom rushes in
It's like...

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 baring my tired soul
through shared innocent thoughts....
spoken or written

you have walked upon them as
pearls before a herd of swine  


This is personal/not any one online....

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I am old but still baring.
I have had alot of children through the years...
but their all gone now.
Now I'm all alone.
I know I will have more one day.
I stand here and wait for that special day.
Now it's time for me to bare my children.
I can...

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Fighting with myself in the 
battles of my mind baring 
light flying sparks breaking 
free from these mental 
prison bars it takes a lot to 
discover who we truly are 
with all the voices in the 
dark trying to lead us 
astray praying to God...

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Halfway through the grave lines
Of a flowing sonnet
A cherry verse fastened to the rhyming boughs
Of mine rhythmic apricot, muse

Each rhyme held its own beauty,
As the stormy poet within--
Seized all, began ~ writing furiously 
Regarding, life, death and cantos of love…

Baring all or perhaps nothing at...

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Are You the Thief
by Michael R. Burch

When I touch you now,
O sweet lover,
full of fire,
melting like ice
in my embrace,
 
when I part the delicate white lace,
baring pale flesh,
and your face
is so close
that I breathe your breath
and your hair surrounds me like a wreath ...
 
tell...

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Hillary Had Been Baring Pain

Hillary had been baring so much strain;
Did not criticize, condemn or complain;
Is one of few,
Wish you knew;
Like loser Trump was never a big pain.

Jim Horn

What Happened and Dear Madam President
are great reflections of the lives of women.
Amazing what all of them...

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time grows thin
each moment precious
the blunt truth is
I do imagine
life without you

lonely as it might be

idle wanderings
without a compass
I’d long to find you
hear your voice
to feel you near



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on November 19, 2021 for SOUL contest...

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Deception comes richly,
new lies in its purse

Old wolves on the mountaintop
—Gideon’s curse

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)...

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Defeat embraces the soul that has unraveled from lies, baring the pure truth.
In the library of destiny, where each heart inscribes its chronicles,
I lingered among the scrolls of loss, in the chambers of vast silence.
A single phrase echoes in my mind, a deep resonance:
"Defeat embraces...

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