Best Bowed Poems
Where are the brave, those men of courage?
Where are the pious people of God?
Where are the Good who stand and rage,
Where are their voices, the views they had?
Where are the ancient values treasured?
Where are the truths their fathers died for?
Where are the ones whose anthems measured
The passion, endearment for the land they adore?
Bowed into the eerie silence of the grave
Bowed, mute, mere watchers, just like sheep,
Bowed Freedom clutches the chains they gave
Bowed, from the fading stand they failed to keep.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.25.15
Anaphora -repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.
timber ~ echoes loud
silent treetop in the clouds
crashes from its shroud
By
David Kavanagh
Warrior of battle
A leader of men
Triumphant in victory
In his Highland glens
His followers unite
In battle ready clans
Willing to die
As they fight for their lands
Burns run red
As thatched crofts burn
To lead ones clan
Is birthed and earned
Lowlanders, fellow Highlanders
In claymore cull
From John O' Groats
To the Isle of Mull
Many campaigns
In week long march
To leave your enemies
Their communities torched
Warrior of Highlanders
Bloodied hands steeped in
His head bowed
To the fallen and beaten
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Any given day
Driving through town
Rushing to work
Heading home
Shopping
A glance out the window
A lonely figure
Bowed head
Desperation
A cardboard sign
Asking for help
What thoughts in his mind
What thoughts of me
No eye contact
No time to stop
Numb
Conditioned
Time to change
Low heart
Valentines Day always found me quiver and bowed over
Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking
establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
(yepper blame pandemonium on the fox)
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks
at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss-cuss
sing demerits of being in debt
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
My heart is bowed
in suffering,
And all around me
seems dark,
My understanding fails
my situation,
And God seems so
far away.
The promises of God
seem unfulfilled,
And within me the
seeds germinate,
Beclouding my avowed sonship
with doubts,
Over my relationship with
heavenly Father.
Efforts in dutiful praying
failed abysmally,
Attempts on singing praises
hit rocks,
Landing me full plumb
in a strait,
As thoughts my mind
severely assault.
Then I heard Him
say to me,
My grace is sufficient for you.
Cast your mind on me
letting His peace ,
rule your heart and
His love your mind.
Existence sprout from follicles as life begins to grow
Her bosom reeks of fertile soil, her smile reminds of birth
The shallow grave of glowing pride shall question what we know
When sitting at the breakfast table of our mother earth
Who strips her soul and bears our burden, shadowed in turmoil
She feeds our minds and bodies and in rest becomes our home
We rape and take advantage as we plunder and we spoil
We leave the future seedlings lost and fearful of their own
While looking out for number one, she dries her eyes the most
Her peaceful heart grows weaker by a sickened selfish thirst
Recycle what was taken, lifeless souls return to compost
Filled to the brim, the clogged cesspool becomes a thorny curse
Memories of those forsaken wonder in a drunken daze
Sweetened pulp and thunderous gulps of potions most unneeded
Tombs and monuments engraved, stumbling through a cryptic maze
Dreams conclude as anguished corpses pleas remain unheeded
Vengeance of our hearth and home abused from deep inside
Scarred and dented pride has forced her hand to demonstrate
Her finger’s on the trigger, contemplating suicide
The life she came to love is now a tortured state of hate
Remembrance resurrected and acknowledged as a dome
She grips the loaded tool of fortune, then begins to shake
Trembling, turning in their graves, the children now must roam
In shame, disturbed by what has caused their mom to quake
The sun bowed down to me
Has sent its brightest gleam
Of violet hues aglow its beams
Immersed my soul whole with its heat
To beg my heart to trust its plea.
My fears I lay aside for Thee
Choosing to believe Thy flares of heat
That soothed my yearning soul to peace
Aware Thy light my fears have freed
My heart complete I give to Thee.
The sun bowed down to me
Unworthy is the way I feel
Return to you Thy love I seek
To live my life in thanking Thee
For never will I your side leave.
By CarolineCecile
copyright © 02.14.10
Without a flinch,
Pain walks on a
Hot bed of glass and needles
Then, she bowed to east
All bowed before the newborn
In that stable forlorn
Shepherds and their beasts
And the magi from the east
The noble men of wealth
Concerned about his heath
Gave gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold
Gifts his tiny hands could not hold
And at the centre of this scene
Slept the young King serene
God is true..and all men remain liars.' Nothing is new under
The sun.!
Flower with head bowed,
Walking among the noise,
Yet the Christ has said,
‘She is adorned with splendor’,
Yet feels the pull of darkness.