Best Bear Poems
My sweet little Teddy Bear...
Mommy gave 'YOU' to me
Now I never sleep alone at night
The comfort you gave when God's sunny eyes ran out of light
You are my sweet little teddy bear...
You kept me company throughout the years
I hugged you when my eyes were full of tears
Loving you, squeezing you
We both express much joyful dance of cheers
Together we sang lullabies, without you singing one single word
We drank from the same teacup, whispered about the pretty birds
Now listen, as I mumble extra words into your ear
My sweet Teddy Bear, you are always here
We snuggled every night staring at the star-frame window
"You held my hand when I was lost in my own imaginary limbo
My sweet little Teddy Bear...
I'm 11 now, and my mother loves me dearly
Sadly, she felt it was time to find me a daddy
Little does she know my daddy visits every night in my dreams
Shhhhhh!!!
Now her boyfriend visits my room and tells me not to scream
Little Teddy bear, I never showed you fear before I fell asleep
Little Teddy bear, tonight I do not want to count sheep
Teddy bear, now I hold you closer and tighter than before
Little Teddy Bear let me cover your ears, from the screeching door
Little Teddy Bear, he said he would hurt Mommy if I tell anyone
Little Teddy Bear, I know you see and hear everything!!!
by; PD
You're A Little Kid Again (contest)
The View of an 11-year-old
I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.
A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.
I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?
To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.
What would be of me
if you could be with me
How would be my present days
if ever you were spared other few days
I open wide my heart so as you I can see
and stand in awe of the woman I would see!
I will not weep or tend to lament
just swallow every moan and each lament
I knelt to the grace of God’s Hands
for the blessing to kiss my mother’s hands
I prayed for a time to once again see you
graced with your presence and a kiss from you
The woman I see as I close my eyes
that’s you, mum, the apple of my eyes
I do remember now my promise and vow
in my words I’d honour your Beauty I avow
Precious praiseworthy parent, my very pride
a sweet scented Rose, a lofty tree in your pride
Envy could not sow its seeds into my heart
as your passionate Love would immune my heart
Here I am on a special day that honours every dear mum
what I feel no words could bear as you are not here, mum..
Besma
Written on March 3rd, 2021
Edited on May 29th, 2021
Mother’s Day on May 30th, 2021 (In Tunisia, celebrated on the last Sunday of May)
Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing mums in the whole world!
big strong furry brown
fishing for salmon with paws~
prancing through flowers
Date Written: 4/12/2022
3 Place
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Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest Haiku poetry form only. Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
There once was a bear
Who was loved for his shoes
To a girl he was gifted
Just her cuddly muse
On a once rainy day
With a shelter required
The brolly was shaken
To it's cover retired
Then a browse through the store
With her eyes shining bright
The gloss of his footwear
Caught a beam of the light
A flash and a sparkle
Was all that it took
So a friendship was forged
That no force could unhook
As they travelled together
Through the sun and the rain
Their companionship moulded
By life's tough terrain
So the girl became woman
Then a grandma and such..
The bear became gifted
And was loved, not so much
Then one day, for some reason
His world became dark
In the silence he longed
For the girl and her spark
After years it seemed, waiting
One day it occurred
There was light and a voice
Of encouraging word
"I love him", she said
And he knew it was true
Despite fur slightly flattened
Or less sparkly shoe
He remembered way back
To the dusty old shop
Once that love lives inside you
It's a heart that won't stop
Knowing browns of molten Tiger’s Eye give me a loving look
One ear cocked, and the other is always half-flopped just so
Now and then, her exuberance forgets she’s a large Alsatian
as she snuggles for cuddles as a wiggly fur ball named Kona…
Bearing colors of her timber wolf kin, she is more like a lamb
Eagerly, she’ll swim to fetch a stick, which she’ll then go hide
away in the thick bramble she will scramble while I yell whoa!
Returning home, she’ll lick my toes till I’m filled with laughter...
(12/11/2019 For my favorite animal contest)
Oh, soft, squishy, most beloved Teddy!
How I hugged you on scary stormy nights.
I know you loved me, with all your heart's
own bear might!
You sat smiling at my alpine wood children's table.
While I made us lunch, as best as a little girl was able!
I read you books with pictures I did so love.
You said nothing, but we were close as hands in a glove.
Those dark eyes sparkling, your lips in a sweet curl.
These young girl memories, make by heart twirl.
On warm summer days, you and my doll, Nancy, in a
buggy were placed.
I walked through my Chicago neighborhood with a mother's
ease and grace.
Teddy, what cruel fates took you away?
You, stolen at a party~ my little girl heart still misses her furry,
agape!
Decades have come, moons and seasons, too.
But in my heart, dearest,Teddy, I will always miss the comfort
of holding, furry, comforting, you!
2/5/2021
~1~
Do you have a toy you loved
and lost, too?
If so, would share that with us?
Panagiota
Big black bear
Hiding in his shadow
Do not mess with Mama Bear; leave her cubs alone
Or the life you place in peril, could well be your own.
Papa Bear can be ferocious and attack, this is true,
But Mama Bear will do damage and deliver hell 'to' you.
Mama Bear's most treacherous when she is protecting;
Mess with her cubs and she'll definitely be collecting.
Payback is a ***** and know, it will surely be in spades.
You'll wish she was just an alligator in the Everglades!
By the time you realise she's hot upon your trail,
All your efforts to escape will be to no avail.
She'll never lose your scent nor stray from her mission,
Until 'her' satisfaction comes to its fruition.
This could take a looooong time and it likely will,
Since hurting a Mama's cub comes with an attached bill,
A debt that is unpayable according to Mama Bear.
Threaten her world, you will have agony to spare!
Her cubs are her life. Her apron strings aren't ever cut.
If you dare to harm her cubs, expect a new hole in your butt!
She'll accept no excuses; for life you'll be in debt.
On her hook you shall remain and she never will forget!
Hurt a cub of hers and she will surely hunt you down
And only verbs will follow; there's no action in a noun.
The dictionary has no word to describe Mama Bear's wrath
And her ways of retribution are incalculable by math.
Let this be a warning with an urgency to heed.
Dismiss and disregard and face a law decreed.
Mama Bears, when their cub's wellness is at stake,
Seek their own justice should you make this mistake!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-14 00:23:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
He'd had a bad day, he was snapping and snarling.
His behavior, it was anything but darling.
But I couldn't shut up, be compassionate and care.
Oh, hell no, not me. I had to poke the bear.
His eyes were red coals. He sputtered and shrieked.
Sure I'd just made it worse and now he had freaked.
sigh.....
Off to the store for ice cream for his highness
and to keep my rabid tongue from some of it's wryness.
In the line before me someone was hunting for money.
My ice cream was melting, my disposition, not sunny.
Instead of patience and a rational aire,
oh no, not me, I had to poke that bear.
"Hey Lady !, we're waiting, you could let us go through"
She threw down her coins and started counting anew.
sigh...
With running ice cream, home I now went,
where old grumpy-pants temper tantrum seemed spent.
I scooped out his ice-cream, delivered it to his side.
He glanced at it , then me, and made a comment quite snide.
I could have said "sorry, it melted somewhat"
but oh no, not me, I had a different thought.
I couldn't be contrite, compassionate and fair.
That just isn't me. I had to poke that bear.
After some comments about ice cream and his weight
I bit my tongue but I bit it too late.
sigh...
So heed my advice and just be aware
when things are going bad, just don't poke the bear
I hate the spectacle that makes a man of beast.
How can money make such a beast of man!
A bear in a tutu dancing for youyou,
balancing on a ball, riding a bicycle for a biscuit,
and [I imagine] bearing the whip, caged
by drunken clowns with their pants down,
and a man in a top hat twiddling his mustache
belongs in the woods.
It’s the twenty-first century: clowns are sad and the top hat is out.
I will tell a funny story of a bear that's hunkydory
How 'e lives a life of comfort in a pickle on a tree
When the summer comes 'e fishes, an' 'e eats 'em off o' dishes
Till the day 'e ran in 'orror from 'is shadow on the sea
So 'e trundled of gallumphing, till 'e couldn't run for 'uffing
And 'e settled down in Puddington where honeyed puddings grow
There 'e lived a life so royal, till his dream began to spoil
For 'e longed to have a mamma bear with cubby bears in tow
'E trotted to the pickle-tree, that shady spot beside the sea
An' asked about if any knew his fav'rite childhood chum
'Is special bear at last 'e found, and knelt upon the berry-ground
An' there besought if she would be a wifey bear and mum
A mummey bear she'd gladly be, she'd mend 'is clothes and make 'is tea
And have as many fuzzy bairns as God saw fit to bless
So off they went to Pudding Town, the bear and wife, now Mrs. Brown
Which place they 'ad their little bairns, and lived in 'appiness
First place in Nursery Rhyme contest.
Cute black bear has a perfect behind
and her manicured paws are so kind
When she sits on a chair
all the male bears just stare -
her sheer beauty, it just blows their mind!
A friend has given me a little black bear as a replacement for the soft toy we used to have in my husband’s car – I hope she lasts as long as our old ‘guard dog’!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/farewell_old_friend_888761
05~15~17
daddy's precious gift to me when I was ten - only for you
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Feb. 14, 2016 3.00 pm
-- a Soft Teddy Bear (PD Bear) for My dearest Sis and BFF Linda.. Happy Valentines Day! Too late for her contest but I wrote this as a gift for you. I love you my forever sis and BFF!
Inspirational beauty, comes to life every spring.
The baby birds in their nest, to their mothers still cling.
The hibernating bear, still asleep in his den.
Will soon wake up cranky, so we'll let him sleep in.
Many creatures of beauty, some big and some small.
They thrive in the forest, well into the fall.
The bunnies and squirrel, the lark and the wren.
They know to be quiet, by the sleeping bears den.
But here comes a rat, with a stick in his paw.
Knowing his intent, a raven shrieks in caw.
The rat pokes and prods, the air smells foul.
They wait to hear the sleeping bear's growl.
The rat continues, along on his schlep.
The bear now awakens, poked where he once slept.