Best Bombarded Poems
Sometimes I feel lost and unappreciated
I ponder why I am here?
Sometimes I look for approval from
others.
I want someone to give me a pat on
the back saying everything will be ok.
Life can be a struggle and so terribly
hard.
What you do?
Allow yourself to mistakes and learn from
them. Let those mistakes become your
victories.
We all ponder why we're here sometimes. I think
that's normal. But when I'm bombarded with those
thoughts and questions, I remember what I know:
I'm a daughter, a mother, and a sister and etc. It
humbles me to be the best daughter, mom, sister
that I can be. It may take a lifetime to get an
A HA moment to realize why we're here and what our
purpose is, in the meantime be optimistic and do
what you know! And finally pat your own self on the
back and be your own number 1 fan and cheerleader.
When no-one is around your “inner” approval will see
you through and it will get you through life's ups downs.
3-11-19
Alexis Y.
You have to let go
the illusion of control, you think you have
Because none of us can control everything
We are in control of how we react, but we cannot control people or things in our lives
The quicker we embrace that, the closer we'll be to contentment
Constantly chasing, something that will always remain out of your grasp, will just deplete your energy
Life is already such a rush
Will you slow down just for a minute?
Will you smile for just a while
Remember this moment
Especially in times when we are bombarded with things that disturb our peace
A Palindrome, also called Mirrored Poetry, is a poetry type not listed, so I put it under Free Verse. If anyone finds a better categoy for this please let me know. Thomas
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Temptation
Temptation
And **** replaced love
Day after day
We are bombarded
Sex and beauty
Objects over heart
Thoughts lustful, confused reality
Isolation supplanted communication
Clouds out move clarity
Facade my life
~Redemption~
Life my facade
Clarity move out clouds
Communication supplanted isolation
Reality confused lustful thoughts
Heart over objects
Beauty and sex
Bombarded are we
Day after day
Love replaced **** and
Temptation
Slams Destroyed Her Head
She was slammed by slam poetry, boo hoo!
Some folks wondered about the hullabaloo.
When bombarded with dread,
Sad thoughts destroyed her head.
Now, she thinks she’s a blithering cuckoo!
© July 17, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
She entered the ballroom, her nerves on fire,
Her synthetic dress fit her like a dream,
Rustic, she knew nothing about desire,
In silence, she stood, a classy extreme;
He entered the ballroom, dressed like a prince,
Wondering how these dances to avoid,
When he saw her, his eyes he couldn't convince,
She, a timeless beauty, he, overjoyed;
He reached her amid the swirling dancers,
She looked at him with blue eyes astounded,
They danced till midnight, searching for answers,
Could love blossom this quick? Left confounded;
The clock struck twelve, it ended too soon,
Love's illusion came to a sudden end,
Silver rays emanate from the wan moon,
She ran away from him, his feelings rend;
Who was she? Where could he find her again?
Questions bombarded his lovestruck mind,
Her glass slipper came to his help and then,
His lovely Cinderella he did find.
Love and hate are closely connected
Emotions both strong and intense
A fine line divides these extremes
Oft times we straddle the fence
It takes what seems like an innocent event
To shove us one way or the other
We're up on top of the world one moment
Next moment afraid we'll smother
Controlling emotions is difficult at best
Bombarded by outside influence
Always requiring strength and dedication
To maintain love's continuance
Lost without love's sweet guiding light
Through sad time and times of joy
Love must conquer the uncertain heart
And never allow hate to destroy
Love and hate are closely connected
Emotions both strong and intense
A fine line divides these two extremes
Oft times we straddle the fence
© Jack Ellison 2013
I was ecstatic
Was this just a strong act of kindness
Or was it good luck?
Why was this person throwing their cash down a river
Just for me?
Like a machine gun full of love
I was bombarded with the ‘bullets’
One after the other pumping me with love
Fragments of joy were dispersed around me
If this could happen to a basic girl like me
It could happen to anyone
If I took one step differently
Would it still happen to me
Would it make another being joyful
Was I the only one who experienced this selflessness
This random act of kindness gave me a sense of faith for humanity
Discrimination, war and depression is a daily occurrence
But even a smile could give temporary happiness or joy to someone
A LONE MOMENT
It’s on that moment
When the sky is dark blue
With stars brightly shining, sparkling and twinkling
While children are peacefully asleep dreaming singing
‘ twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are.’
Yes! It’s that lone moment
When you are just alone with your thoughts
And your heart crushed by pain
The pain of failure and rejection
Regret and indecision
That moment
When you are sad,depressed,stressed
And totally confused
While your head is bombarded
With negative thoughts
The moment when you sit down alone
And humble enough to listen
Then He speaks
And His smooth voice finds its way to your ears
That says,
“ my child
Peace be with you
I know right now your mind is full of worries
And your heart is broken
By your heavy burdens
I know you feel your situation
Cannot by any words be described
But have you totally forgotten
That on your heart my word is inscribed?
That with my hands you were created
And through your nostrils
In you I breathed life
See, I have loved you with an everlasting love
And with loving kindness have I drawn you
I will never leave nor forsake you
So stop shading your precious tears
Hold my hand
And let me carry your burdens and fears
Till time comes to an end
Always remember this;
All things work together
For the good of those who love me,
And those who are called
According to my purpose.”
Asked him for the good health I’d missed all year
This week my aches and pains disappear
Stress bombarded me every month, becoming quite severe
But now in December, it’s vamoosed right out of here
Feared to utter the words ‘Ice and Snow’ aloud
Yet this December in Chicago, not one street plowed
Now, dare I ask for peace on earth, good will toward men?
Not exactly Santa’s domain ~
Please G-d he comes through again
Why, in a haunted house, do we scream?
We know that the monsters are mechanized.
We know that the bumps are all oversized.
We know things are not what they seem.
Why, in that haunted house, do we chuckle?
We’re bombarded with bright lights, loud screams,
thumps and bumps; we imagine extremes
but know it’s all fake as we grip the belt buckle.
Why, in our own home, when we hear creaking,
don’t we cry or guffaw, but instead
we tiptoe, gasp and believe the undead
and the zombified trespasser come softly sneaking.
Why, when the horror and terror aren’t real,
Do we shriek with delight, while thrilled to the bone?
Why, when we know that we’re really alone,
Are panic and dread the emotions we feel?
Walking my land reminds me of why I am here in lieu of other places
It is a magical lilting land where Indian teepees used to reside
An unfettered meadow forest mix with wild strawberries,
Queen Anne’s lace and renegade daisies and red mushrooms
The second I saw this land I wanted to be a part of it
Surrounded by full grown oaks; bombarded by masculine walnuts.
When the ground gets soft I can pull tiny trees up attached to their acorns
If I am careful and I am. Woodland and forest creatures reside here
In peace and love with my family, sharing their lives gladly
Hoot owl is happy here, infusing her voice into our dusky nights
In the early morning I often see mama snake sunning herself on cement
When I put the steps there I never dreamed of this wonderfulness
We share our tiny purple violets and sweet clover with whoever needs them
In giving moods due to the thankfulness we feel for getting to live here
Land owned by no one but shared in great ways with many.
It’s hard to see the good when your
bombarded with the bad.
It’s hard to crack a smile when your
soul and mind are very sad.
It’s hard to hear angels whisper
when the demons start to sing.
It’s hard to find the light when the
horizon is so dim.
It’s hard to feel humanity when you
hear the animals scream and cry.
It’s hard to see the reasoning when
you get beaten for asking why.
It’s hard to feel empathic when they
burn your love away.
It’s hard to keep your temper when
fools provoke you in every way.
It’s hard to walk a straight line when
life keeps twisting all your dreams.
It’s hard to trust another when no one
is who they seem to be.
It’s hard to find comfort when the
rocks begin to fall.
It’s hard to feel compassion when
your beating down every wall.
It hard to find the sanity lurking in
the back of your mind.
It’s hard to listen to nothing when
inside you starts to cry.
It’s hard to see the point of it when
you know how easy it is to take away.
It’s hard to keep your grip on life
when it changes every second of every
minute of every day.
POEM OF THE DAY : 20.10.25
[Poet’s Note : Form : This poem combines Haibun with
Specular Fugue, giving a straightforward descriptive journaling type Haibun more analytical depth, making for a more interesting & informative experience for reader, overlaying description with analytic style. ]
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With intense curiosity five kinky haired
African women watched her. Her hair sleek, her skin caramel,
wearing lilac pyjamas. Nobody instructed her to change into
hospital gear. She did not understand Tswana. They understood
English. Her Cuban surgeon was gentle as a lamb.
Their surgeon was a tough Afrikaner.
Afrikaners were toughened by trekking,
lambs skipping across conquered land.
Tswana was not an easy language to learn.
They starched hospital gear to last longer.
Lilac her favourite colour, opp-arting her caramel skin,
mottled by disease. Her hair from Malaysian and Indian genes,
mixed stew genetics, like all from the human race.
Dark eyes observed her struggle onto high hospital bed,
hip broken, with cartilage in tatters. Noisy Tswana cackles,
like hens on heat, bombarded her smile. She kept it on, an emoji.
Slowly the chicken run morphine disco calmed.
She could not endure morphine chokes or
polite falsehood steady. Hens were her evening friends,
feeding them a favourite chore. Their eggshell membranes
she swallowed for cartilage, her eyes flickering gratitude.
Gratitude is an abc lesson.
It is broken eggshells today.
Teen friends were loyal comrades,
their feedback raw honest. Being polite
strengthens boundaries, sometimes.
Morphine is gold during war.
Cheerily she remarked : “I know you are gossiping about me.”
All five women burst into raucous laughter, forging new friendships.
Friendships forged through pain and laughter.
Some humans learn via gossip.
Be cheerful about others not knowing.
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hospital wards full
patients support one another ~
laughter kills the pain
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Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction…
We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction.
What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.”
Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard.
Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd!
Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.”
As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say!
Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations…
Often leading many to get into perverse addictions!
We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.”
When it comes down to it…
What does this really mean?
Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’
Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?”
Why believe in God? He’s been ruled
“unconstitutional.”
While many listen to the news,
which is often “delusional!”
We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.”
Do we hear of those wanting
to be Godly sanctified?
If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide!
Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide!
The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need…
Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read!
Why not read from Genesis through Revelation?
We can all find what we need! Across our nation!
God and his word give us a true moral compass for living!
His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving!
Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today?
He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way!
By Jim Pemberton
Restless winter's snow covered the ground
North wind blew in another winter storm
It howled, it crawled and packed solid
Clinging where it could to a frozen mother earth
Wave after wave it pounded, like a surf it bombarded
Icy pebbles scattered in all directions
Spray like mist climbed the snow dunes
As an eerie chill settled upon the land
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Wind why do you blow
as if you had no soul.
You come wild with fury
making all so weary.
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30/12/13