Best Bending Poems
Bending the darkness
Look at you cowering, haunted by fiction
Shapes at the window of menacing tone
Tearing your hope into shreds as you lie there
Gazing at ceilings and feeling alone
Afraid to put both of your feet on the carpet
Hands neath the bed will be slicing your skin
Each tiny noise a volcanic eruption
Stalking your mind, it’s about to begin
Puddles of stench line the gutters of nowhere
Terror the class that has taken a seat
Staring at clocks on the faces of buildings
Waiting for dark so their bellies may feast
Appetites strung on a line made of nightmares
Low in the middle from gathering weight
Clouds overhead cast a blanket of secrets
Hiding the moon in its delicate state
Claws on the ground carry wings carved of leather
Eyes crimson red dripping stares at the door
Paint if you like for an X tells them nothing
Only when feeding they’ll even the score
Shadows on avenues lurk past the railings
Low tenor moaning their late evening song
Hide in the corners, but still they will find you
Cry if you must for it won’t be too long
Peer from the covers, your fears they are waiting
Calling your name in an echoed refrain
Lapping reflections from water so stagnant
Remnants of filth tossed about in the rain
Know this my friend, in a term used defiant
Answers aren’t penned in some book on a shelf
No fancy title with gold colored letters
All that you need can be found in yourself
Break free these chains that are holding you tightly
Open your eyes, there is so much to see
Breathe in the air for the sun it is shining
Shake off the rust and be all you can be
Always there’ll be someone bending the darkness
Pulling and dragging each star from the sky
Show them your wings spun of pride woven fabric
Give them a smile it is your turn to fly
You can beat anything you set your mind to
No matter what someone else has to say
Hold your head high, watch the monsters now fleeing
This is your time and today is your day
1/25/2017
...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.
It depends on psi
if you
are mutant
X or Y
a paranormal opportunity
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .
Stare at the pattern
on the handle
as you imagine
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.
So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...
Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.
Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...
Bending Backward
We seem to bend backward
Where the truth is told
We seem to lean forward
To coruscating gold.
When conscience is dead
Our blunt nerve is teased
When cruelty fills the head
Our minds are pleased.
Then we turn a blind eye
Where the infirm do cross
Hiding as they pass by
To seclude our dross!
We seem to bend backward
When a neighbour cries
We seem to move forward
When we are ruled by lies.
Most of our time is spend
In pursuit of leisure
Lies, Evil and wicked intend
That cankers soul’s treasure.
We enjoy leaning forward
To peek inside a hot pot
In which rank poison boils
To proffer our Foe a tot
And die twisting like coils.
We do recline backward
To rest on laurels green
Boasting of being die-hard
When we are unclean!!
How do you kill own blood
Or rape a wretched minor?
Being in a backward mood
Or this degenerate manner!
We seem to bend backward
More than bending forward!
09th October 2013
From head to tips of toes,
On to the fingertips of closed fist;
Callouses of earthly foes,
Sadness embedded, no place missed.
Night turns to day,
Day turns to night;
Staying where I lay,
Moving not a might.
Blackness of nothingness dimming,
Time looping in endless bouts of sleep;
Want to awake to life brimming,
Body, self, sinking evermore deep.
Too weak to move, slowly nodding head,
Cannot see the ending;
Only death could free the soul of this bed,
Edge of reason bending.
8/28/17
Choose a Topic
Depression and Sadness
I SAY I AM A GOOD CITIZEN
WHEN ASKED BY TEACHERS AND PEERS AT SCHOOL
YES, I PARTICIPATE IN CLEAN-UP DRIVES
I PICK UP LITTER ON THE SIDEWALK ON PUBLIC PLACES
I GET THE STARES AND SOME AWE AND I FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF
BUT WHEN I THINK NO ONE IS LOOKING I THROW MY CANDY WRAPPERS ASIDE INSTEAD OF LOOKING FOR NEARBY TRASH CANS
“I HELP CLEAN IT UP ANYWAYS IT’S JUST A CANDY WRAPPER NO NEED TO FRET ABOUT IT.”
"Guts and gain trap your more likely to stand on the hill"
a tree that's now the oldest of ten has become so weathered and oddly thin
but blood continues to flow in every scratched and surface of my skin
Once a growing seedling no weeds would dare crawl in and a stone was cast a back
all my little saplings would love me under the shade like a small animal pack
they knew I would always kneel over them with no form of slack
My branch is starting to bend but calm I stay rooted looking up at the dawn
at ease with a gentle wind my soil now lumpy and dry
no one comes with water to rest my troubled soul or even a word of good-by
You see, sometimes you give and sway no matter the need or strain
but when this old tree is bending low and money is no longer a flow
just a whisper upon my ear gives me the honor for a new branch I may grow.
T Reams 9/9/2015 Contest sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Placed 7th 'Who do you think I am'
I want to bend my light, so that you're able to see
The essence you illuminated, that was inside of me
I never imagined, you'd be with me still
A moment
A fragrance
I'll love you until
Until the oceans evaporate
The stars fall from the sky
Until the laws of gravity break
I'll always be your guy
You make it easy to love you
I don't even have to try
You are God's perfect gift
My parched soul's no longer dry
I want to bend my light, so that you're able to see
Nothing is impossible, love does set us free
I never imagined, my heart peaceful and still
A smile
A caress
I'll love you until
Until twenty before never
several minutes beyond eternity
You are more than just perfection
You're the only women for me
All that I have ever wished for
I am now able to see
Not a single thing is missing
You've filled a life that felt empty
Knowing light can bend
I'll bend it around heart
It was always meant for you
I knew it from the start
Dance with me my darling
feel the pulse within my hand
I am yours now and forever
can you feel the light expand.......?
Bending Space
When the confusion is gone
When you stop running away
When all the hope that you have
When it's the fear that you say
When all the lights are out
When all your thoughts are clear
When you find what you've lost
When your heart is for sure
When you look in your eyes
When your smile is pure
When you leave all your lies
When there's no more place to hide
When it's you you must confide
I hope it's you who's by my side..............
I am legend;
In my time of presence,
For I once had formed;
Covered in essence.
I lived in the seas of thousands,
Moments of memories inhabited.
The moments that melt,
Anyone's heart.
A pearl of deepening wisdom in;
Another spirit of divergence.
I would go that distance for you;
Then distancing from which is near.
My soul longs for the comfort of resting,
But, the time has not stood on thy side.
Time is bending times-self;
Continuously changing,
The course of destiny for esprit.
Dimensionally using itself to;
The altering of a times presence,
A time passed.
I am a legend,
I, covered with an essence.
Bending Time
Bending Time is an act that Spirits can do,
as easy as lifting your fork is for you.
See Time is their realm; it’s the world they live in,
each second to them comes and goes at their whim.
But Angels as Spirits know little of Space,
as they wing through the ages, unburdened by place.
Their now, and their then, and the future they see,
but touching an atom, for them, cannot be.
So too challenged is Man, from our limited view,
when we think about Time its through Space we look through.
Our world is all flesh, all matter, all things,
melding Air, Water, Earth, with a Fiery sting.
We are gifted it seems in this fabric of life,
as we carve and we cut with our own hand held knife.
Man shapes his own space, constructing his nest,
just slaving away, pursuing progress.
Every nail, every screw, all the machines that we make,
all the air, all the food, all the forest we take,
means nothing to Time who just passes along,
bemused by the Angels and their perfect sung song.
All the things that you hold, are soon gone to the past,
what matters man makes, can never long last,
fore Time is eternal and Space it is not,
what breathes and does eat is destined to rot.
But since substance is space, it needs time to evolve,
to improve for the better, it’s man’s mission to solve.
All those visions you have as you toss and you turn,
are timeless taught teachings, God wants you to learn.
It’s with Spirit’s great mind you are guided through Time,
it’s not straight, it’s not curved, its not even a line.
It’s a dimension you see, a transfer of sorts,
where Time, Space, and Thought all open their ports.
Know your world’s always changing through the toil of your Soul,
“As You Think, So You Do,” it’s your God given role.
Quell your self-centered Ego. Who can truly say “My”?
Let Time talk to your essence, whispers Love to your “I”.
You must trust in the Angels that ride timeless wings,
enlightening your Soul, heed the truth that they sing.
All the thoughts of the ages, all the wisdoms so true,
are yours for the learning when Time echoes through you!
Sam Shada
2013
Gaze up at the brilliant velvet sky;
I feel like being helplessly in love for tonight.
So baby, I hope you pass my insane thoughts by,
And lay down to settle by my side.
I can feel the miles between our hands,
Where the wind lets our passion dance,
As it floats along tree tops, but we’re still apart
Even though these blindsided eyes fool my heart.
Those perfect notes are hit at desperation’s high,
As my helpless hoping covers the night sky.
So when it rains you’ll see me longing in the tears,
And let the wind echo my long lover’s sigh.
Spin my tired heart on that vibrating string,
As you thoughtfully strum, so you begin
To fill emptiness with whirling wonder,
Whispering the love that you cannot bring.
This island isn’t built for you without me,
And all of life will exist unknowingly,
But as love’s branches reach to touch the stars,
In your arms is still where I want to be.
I feel like being helplessly in love for tonight.
So baby, just describe a scene for my weary eyes,
I got so lost in that unbreakable night sky;
That I could almost taste your lips against mine.
I looked at him when he fell asleep. I memorized the breath as his chest rose and fell. The way his lashes fluttered back and forth like a butterfly. How smoothly his skin looked when it’s been untouched by my hands. I memorized how his cheeks turned a slight color red. My body was a secret that I wanted him to know. He was the truth and I was the dare, the one thing he wouldn’t do. Or so I thought. I looked at him the way a child looks at their mother.
I’m the parallel lines going ways of my own. Traveling where my heart and passions are next to each other. Some days, not so much. Jealousy and clinginess make me lose interest quickly, that when I end up pushing the person off my path. Standing at a crossroad, I slowly become perpendicular.
For him, I’ve memorized the way he makes my heart feel when his hands are touching me. And he’s memorized the way I take him down as if I’m a tiger taking their prey down.
so much to unlearn
but
world is bent upon to educate ....
so much to forget
but
world is bent upon to buily memoirs....
so much to forgive
but
world is bent up upon to inflict fresh wounds....
so much to live
but
world is bent upon to make you leave....
irritated, wonder how i too can bend round world ?
i curled up enough in womb
world ensured my straight entry
but now wants me to bend again
i refuse to bend
oppose world, warn them
bending habit may make lying on pyre difficult
yet, world plays hard ball
playing smart, say am also a game
since am bending to hit ball hard, straight for a goal
i am using the bends to score goal
but
world is busy rejoicing my bends, not knowing game is to end
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(c) Hitendra Mehta
I wrote a simple line out for myself
to read again for myself anytime I might
need to remember who I've been.
To discover oneself again
is another form of self-conciousness.
But this would all depend
on the shapes of the flickering fire-lit shadows moving about the room,
that will surely change again and again-
Conforming and expanding,
going out and returning with the stroke of a match.
To show me a song for myself,
or dance and spin into the colors of a painting
I'd once created,
that in the dance of shadow and light bends.
You see me, you created me
You see my mistakes, my flaws
Yet you leave me in the waiting jaws
Of demons with bloody claws
Yet sit and judge from afar
You see me on bended knees
Begging for mercy please
To finally set my spirit free
I just cant do this on my own
So i throw myself before your throne
Just one little scrap or a barren bone
From your table, will make me able
To face another empty day
Waiting for Your grace to fall my way
Or is this all a made up fable
And in the end when i bow before you
I pray the forgiveness ive asked for truly comes through
Maybe its not my due
But i will never cease to believe in you.
The last hope i have is to lean on you.