Best Unburdens Poems
To lose our songbirds would be so tragic,
for their tunes hold a special magic.
And nature’s music unburdens the heart,
providing ebbing souls with a jumpstart.
The robin's chirp heralds the melting snow,
as the goldfinch serenades the meadow.
And in the spring, flocks of chickadees sing,
nesting near houses to rear their offspring.
Blue jays and nuthatches tweet from the trees
as woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tap with ease.
And crimson cardinals tweak overhead,
while tufted titmouse whistles are widespread.
(Rhyme)
2/16/2019
When hurt descends from the tree of life and
The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain
A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy
Entangles in trapezes and dreams of surrender
Pick me up where I have buried my wounded soul
Uncover my darkness and cradle my weeping heart
Mind gaps’s emotions and feelings of rational thought
Transcend into vibrating light of balance and harmony
At the bottom of searching for circles’ impermanence
Rests a rusty wheel barrow that nestles a garden of love
Sheds a load from my shoulders and unburdens torment
Fallow fields harbour seeds of regrowth and compassion
15th January 2020
~Writing Poetry~
(Alliance Acrostic)
W-hen I write just let my imagination soar n' sometimes to places unknown this way I go
R-emembering that the sky is the limit and that writing is wonderful
I-ndeed, I just love it when I get inspired
T-ensions and problems seem just disappear when I am writing all my poetry
I-t gives me joy to write in many styles
N-aturally for me writing is fun, keeps me alive
G-od is great! Gave it to me.
P-oetry is like a song, enlivens and unburdens my soul
O-ver anything I can write. Poetry is a wonderful gift
E-njoy poetry
T-ry to write in different styles and forms.You'll see how much fun you can have too
R-ead poetry and as many books you can and just write a lot everyday too
Y-ou can have lots of fun n' be happy you can write better,the more that you practice it everyday.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
January.20.2017
The "Alliance Acrostic" is a poetry form or style, that was created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson, on 20.7.2010.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
The Goodness of God
God is a good God.
He’s the provider of a righteous way.
Omnipotence of power - a magnificent display …
To instill insight and define a pathway where he ascribed his Apostles to
provide the guidance of today.
The Lord is the keeper of my belief and faith.
He tells me a mountain is to climb once made.
God is a good God where he’s the animal in the jungle of mankind's
wicked ways.
He will defeat Satan from stealing the glory made.
All-powerfulness embrace the demons gave where he removes this from
the body and the soul is saved.
The Lord is the seeker of my belief and faith.
He is sentient to my spirit and unburdens me each day.
God is a good God.
I worship him daily.
He is my soul fulfiller, my spirit made.
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AUGUST 26, 2018
Two hemispheres wrinkled by the past –
profound inheritance of bygone generations.
And if they sleep – in dreams out of the dust
beasts in the light appear in creation.
The Good looks at itself into a looking glass –
it cannot see the troubles come –
out of the mirror The Evil looks at last
and to Eternity it goes to dine.
Two hemispheres are a mass of contradictions,
you cannot find a way lost in the dark,
in searching dashes Soul for sweet religion
and to the Beast she just unburdens heart.
the spring sky
unburdens its clouds -
songs of thunder
No Primus Inter Pares
Germans at the Costa Brava they just cannot yield
‘Brava’ the fight and they are conquering once more
Always the first on the beach or the striped deck chair but
The towel goes right up front and then they have breakfast
They claim their place in the sun and colonize the pool
I’m not a racist am German myself light skinned at dawn
Prejudice Discrimination Stereotype or double innocent vision
When too much sun meets a squinting eye of any beholder
Ready with parasol and sombrero and not enough lotion
To make sure I blend colourfully in and pretend I am native
Ingenious maybe but indigenous nowhere near but at my home
Not first under equals just one of the travelling circus’ crowd
I stake my claim forget all about physics in diabolical parable
Parabolic distant same old points and lines but when will I learn
That the sun scorches at high noon whatever I attempt
That horizons only widen when travelling in much truer fashion
Far and further afield immersion in less indifferent ventures
Brings me closer to peace to my own roots unburdens my search
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal under a midnight moon shadow absorbed
The Grand Canyon looked for precious Yellow Stone wisdom
Pyramids at Giza tear gas at Tahrir Square caves in Cappadocia
Never setting sun in Rovaniemi Omaha Beach and trenches in Belgium
I took local busses towards nowhere with no imminent return
No plan no target no defined ambition not steps merely ticked
Call me a voyeur in slums townships or favelas a frotteur with no towel
But I was made welcome once I shed my emperor’s colonial clothes
My luxury problems became smaller when I returned to the start
The gifts of the present the past and my very privileged future
One way or another I cannot and need not shed European origin
But my Universe has become less ignorant and a bit more unsure
23th July 2018
Pen scribbles incantation
As the writing reveals itself suddenly
Reveling thought unburdens its borrowed code
Bodies dance to release their outpouring presence
Humanly, we wait
A readership to hawk the landscape
And trot out footsteps in koans
As in dreams, I drift
Authorial indeterminate
Nouns now shown as shackles-
Verbs take the crown
Unmistakably like Buddhist paradigm
All wood chopping simply no chopper
The self of no-self
Natures's embodiment
Writing embraces All
Soul at the beginning of whirpool
Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!
A month ago, a man of wealth and fame
sat right on this bench and, the papers said,
blasted away his weary, worried brains.
Except for a note about deep boredom
of a fully empty, affluent life,
of his death nothing more today remains.
But now, from atop this same cold, mute bench,
a bouncy girl, barely three, walks and hops
onto the mown grass, looks down and around.
She peers curiously and smiles at an ant
that stumbles along with some hefty load,
cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.
Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!
Unifying Theories of Love
In the face of savage law
And brutal nature
The needs of survival can only be tempered
With love
This is the triumph of awareness
You
Me
We
Undivided in this emotion
Of unity
We are redeemed by the edicts
Of love
Brings us all then
To this single banner
Its peace a proposal
Wedded to the Earth
The manifold examples
Distinguished such universal
Capabilities
Of understanding
Engenders forgiveness
To the eternal sacrament
Of the sacred pool of life
Seen within a single reflection
The countless faces
Mirrored interactive their essence
Through the knowledge
Of heart
To procreate the messages
Written in the birth
Of love
Soil to root
And speaks of nurtures
Sacrifice and release
Of love
This clear spring well of spiritual flow
Unburdens the sorrow
Of blood
Is reunited to existent cause
Of the grace
Humility
To stand or fall
By its name
Sheath of bark protecting
Stonewall crystal
Defending
Populates every atom
Beholden
This cradle implicit
Between animal soul of heaven
By guidance
All is its want
Named in the first
Of its love
But for the sake of love
Loves path alters
Encompasses all the twists
And turns
Of
Itself
Love becomes a complex simplicity
But still suffuses
Within macro-cell
The resonance of creations
Resounding bell
Rings out the vibration
Of harmony
Tree shade
Mountain air
Sun warmth light
Glade
Ocean
All the fruits
Of natures devotion
Without question
Tender their presence
In love
And enfolding soothing arms
Cuddles all
To a gentle breast
The same arms that reflect
Such a savage nature
And brutal law
Tempered by the needs of survival
With love
This is the triumph of awareness
Her soft bosom
Her tender lap
Where a man unwinds ~
Unburdens his heart
To a sympathetic mind
Port in the storm
Oasis -- to restore, refresh
Without strings attached
Constricted or enmeshed
Throuch life we seek
company for our intimate absences,
Presence for our uncertainties...
We seek in others, the word
that takes us to the future and unburdens us
the hurts...
We seek company for our emptiness,
prestige for our missteps,
applause for our mistakes...
That, we seek, but almost never
We offer in return...
Reciprocity we almost always erase...
But isn't that what they're also looking for in us?
We are what we offer... this law is fundamental!
Softly the summer breeze
Unburdens me ~
Maybe life will unfold delightfully
Maybe spitfully,
Even tragically (if true love fails)
Remember me!
Balmy weather makes me remember
Riotous behavior,
Even though I was younger,
Eventually outgrown,
Zephyrs of summer remain perfumed
Ever after.
ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart:
a week ago, a man of wealth and fame
sat on this bench and, the papers said,
blasted away his worried, weary brains;
except for a note about a hollow burden
of a fully empty, affluent life, of his death
in this park nothing more today remains;
but now, from atop this same cold bench,
a cute, little girl, barely three, happily hops
onto the grass, looks down and around;
she peers curiously and smiles at an ant
that stumbles along with some hefty load,
cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.
ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart.
A unique soul's love
Your love unburdens my sins.
Your care vanishes my pains.
Now disclose my gem,
What better am I to owe you?
Your kisses heal wounds of vulture's lust.
Your words lightens my dark.
Now express my dear,
Since when have you been a feminist?
Your stories make me a phile.
Your smile drives me crazy.
Now confess my dear,
Is this love or care?
No flirting, no lusting,
I feel comfortably blushing.
No confinement, no detaching,
I feel securely flying
If it's the real you,
Too worthy to lose.